Have you ever been on a residential trip? Have you ever seen what appeared to be a ghost? I have I bet you think I’m mad, if you told me this story I probably wouldn’t believe you.
Sunday 17th march
I was dancing around my bedroom celebrating and singing “I’m going on holiday tomorrow, I’m going to spring bank hotel.”
“Shut up darling you need to pack,” my mum snapped
“But I’m exited!” I moaned
“I know, but you don’t want to turn up with half of what you need do you.” She pointed out
“No.” I muttered, I hated it when she was right
Tonight I know that I won’t be able to sleep, I know it.
Monday 18th march
This morning I woke up at 5:30 in the morning and couldn’t sleep. I looked at the paper from yesterday, “murderer escapes” I just put it not really interested.
At school it was really boring because we were waiting just waiting to leave on the coach for age. The journey was long and boring, I just starred out of the window, whilst playing the game “ find the sign first”. I didn’t win though.
When we got there we were told where are rooms were and who we were sharing it with. There, of course were some rules and these were:
1. No boys in girl’s rooms, or girls in boy’s rooms.
2. No eating in the rooms
3. No bad language
4. No impropriate behaviour
And lot of other rubbish rules.
We were on the zip wires this afternoon it was fun. After we had tea, chicken casserole, I didn’t like it.