Stormy Day (Narrative)

Walking along the beach I felt sand whipping on my legs as I watched the waves crash against the shore. Looking at the sand I saw some gleaming shiny shells. I went to have a look at the it but something strange took my mind off the shiny shells. “Hey” I thought to myself “I should see what it is.” So I dug under and my eyes just couldn't stop staring at it. I picked it up and it was a 50 dollar note.

“This must be my lucky day” I thought to myself. Suddenly the powerful wind blew the 50 dollar’s away. “Come back here,” I yelled to the 50 dallar note. My mum thought I was crazy talking to money. I tried to run after it but the strong wind pushed against me, it felt like I was walking.  It turns out to be my worst day ever!

While I was walking to my mum I spot something unusual in her hand. So I ran as fast as I could and there it was the 50 dollar note. “Thank the lord” I said to myself. I grabbed the 50 dollars off my mum but she wouldn't let go. “Can you give me my money” I yelled at her. “NO” she yelled back. “Why?” I said. “Because I found it so I’m going to keep it” she said. “Well can I just have 20 dollars Please?” I said back. “Sure” She answered.

“Can we go now because I’m really hungry” I asked. “Come on then” She said. “Yay” I said to myself. So when we got to the shops she gave me my money and i bought me some chips and a drink.