True African Story IDRIS JUMA3

My name is James, I am 8 years old. My mum divorced my dad because he met my evil stepdad. I hate my stepdad he is really rude to me when my mum isn’t around. I was the only child in the family, but my evil stepdad was able to advise my mum to get after we bought the product he needs to make lasagna, we saw 3 black cars and the criminal was wearing a mask. They took me away from my stepdad with guns, I grabbed my stepdads hand he just slapped my hand so hard so I could let him go

Once upon a time In Iringa Tanzania, there was a small village whose people were very joyful. Their children played under the shades of trees in the gardens of their homes.

A shepherd boy named Okongo stayed near the village with his father, mother and grandmother. Each morning, he took his herd of goats up the hills to find a suitable place for them to graze. In the afternoon he would return with them to the village. Each night his grandmother would tell him a story - the story of stars. This story interested Okongo.On one of those days, as Okongo was watching his herd and playing his flute, he suddenly saw a wonderful light behind a flower bush. When he approached the bush, he saw a transparent and very beautiful Gemstone ball.

The plane started running like a cheetah on the runway, I am so scared because I don’t want to die, I am too young to die! I suddenly heard a loud PEW! Oh no, the authorities were shooting, I tried to block my face with the plane wall, but this mean man grabbed me with a pistol. He said with a deep freighting voice “Keep still or I would blow your head off you little rat”. Come on this is the worse day of my life, I have 3 ways to die, the authorities accidentally shoot me, the plane crash or this moron shoots me on the head.