100wc week #10

Spy Mom

  "Yes," I said, "Finally finished making your bracelet."
"It looks really really good!" My friend complimented, "Thanks!"
"No problem," I said starting to clean up all the beads on the floor, "I love making bracelets!"
"That's great, but where will we hide it all? There are beads everywhere!" 
"Uh..." I stumbled, "Just under my bed. Lets go downstairs and watch TV." We started walking down the hall when I met my mother.
"So," She started in a mean voice, "I saw you two making bracelets. How many times do I need to tell you? Not at bedtime!"
"Sorry mom, but how did you see us making bracelets? You were in your bedroom!" And she never answered

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  1. Unknown17 November 2017 at 20:56

    Well done, you have consistently shown your understanding of how to use quotation marks and proper punctuation. A challenge for you now is to have that wow factor in your stories; something that has meaning, makes you think, a story that is memorable.

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