One time…

This is a story about a girl. Her biggest dream was to visit England. One day she asks her mum ”Mum can we go to England?”. Her mum said ”Maybe we can, when you get older”. She don’t want to go to England when she gets older, so she said ”No, Now!”. After that she ran out the door and shouted ”ENGLAND!”. When she get out she went down to the town. And on the town she met a foreginer from India. She said ”Hi, there”. I said same thing back, and then she smiled to me like (We are bestfriends). And i look back but i don’t smile. I ask her ”Were are you from?”. ”India” she sad. when she said she was from india i started to think on spicy food. I asked her ”Do you eat spicy food?”. ”Yes of course i do” she said. ”Some people don’t now this but we eat very much fish and chips in india to” she said to me. ”were do you live?” i ask her. She turned around and pointed on a large brick house, and said ”There on the second floor”. ”what a nice color” i said. ”yes it is”. After she said that she looked sad. I ask her ”What is it?”. ”Oh, Nothing i’m sad because some people are like racists”. ”Don’t be sad they’re just that kind of flat heads” i said. After that we both laughed and went to a cafe.