Expressive Writing

Summer Days

In the back of the van we sweltered like chickens in a microwave.  The sun was blazing on our faces. I told myself I could really use a drink right now. I asked Mum if she could go to the shop and get a bottle of water or something. She said, "we will be at Nana's in about 20 more minutes". I felt like I was going to melt.

By Ren