ONE FROM JORJA-ROSE.
As I drift across the icy sea the iceberg slowly sinks by the minute.
As I look around the only thing I can hear is calls all around my head.
Slowly I start to get dizzier and dizzier until I smash down, the iceberg shatters into small pieces.
I try to look up but my body is so sore I can’t feel my legs all I can see is blurs but I hear squeaking sounds. I listen again and hear the calls. I try to think what it could be but I’m out of ideas and this time I stop.
JORJA-ROSE = YEAR 7
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