CIARA’S POST FOR THIS WEEK.
Bang! I smash the puck right into the goal, I celebrate joyfully. The polar bear glares at me, its angry piercing eyes staring me straight in the face. He is clearly a bad loser!
I start to back away slowly then I dart to my car, the polar bear following close behind.
I stare over at the angry white bear looming over my car, we go around and around in circles until I start to get tired. The cold seeps into my toes and spreads painfully all over my precious feet.
“This is not going to end well!” I mutter.
CIARA – YEAR 8