THE CIRCUS
'Pass me the ball!' I shouted to Andrew. 'Nah you're not worth it!' he replied.
This made me really angry. By the way my name is Tim. I'm 16 years old and I love football. There is only 1 thing I love more than football and that is an adventure!
'Just pass it too me' I said. 'Fine but you better make this a good one' said Andrew. I could see it now. The ball flying towards me. I was ready. I took a step back and I pelted the ball up in the sky. The ball disappeared. I couldn't see the ball at all until Ben said 'There it is over the black fence.' I was in trouble. I waited a couple minutes until Andrew said 'well what are you waitin' for, go get it!'
A rumour was told that whoever went through that fence never came back alive. It was like hell. I wasn't too scared. As I walked up to the tall, dusty walls, terror hit me. I put my leg onto the barrier and climbed my way over. I was in. I looked around too find my ball but it wasn't even there. 'I can't see it!' I shouted. I searched deeper and deeper to see a merry go round. But smashed. I then noticed a tall dusty sign. 'Hey get over here!' I said.
My friends rushed over too me. 'What's up?' said Harry. 'Take a look at this' I whispered.
They were all shocked. The sign read NETHERLANDS CIRCUS. We all walked deeper and deeper into the abandoned circus to realise we were getting closer and closer to our death.
