It was painful. Having a black, hairy, poisonous spider crawling up you throat-like-painful. The cold, Christmas, frosty weather was definitely not helping the situation. Shivering with frostbite, i took another attempt to cough. The pain turning into agony, the spider turning into a tarantula, and the cold wind turning into icy snow each time. Just from one little cough i found myself catching my breath, hoping it was just a little cold, nothing serious. I felt my body give in as all my feelings disappeared. I heard my mum running up the stairs, screaming to get to me quick enough. My eyes closed.
^false! im not dead :) i was told to write in the past tense and start and end with a simple sentence, making the middle sentences longer. this is written a little depressingly, you may think, it may explain why it is poorly written... but theres the rough copy.
speak soooon x
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