Money is worthless. Robbers are raiding houses. Nowhere is safe in England.
"Today we are having cabbage stew" said mum
"Again" Taco said complaining.
As usual Taco was complaining.
The family was just eating like a normal day. Suddenly we heard banging on the door. Two raiders broke in one with a crowbar. They were hairy men with beards. They both had smelt like they had not washed for days. We sat at the dining table as still as stone. And sat there when the raiders stole our months supply of food.
Justin broke the silence " That's our food". A few moments later, the raiders had left. " We can't stay here Uncle Bob has died and Grandma has to look after the farm herself.
Today was a fresh day and the family had to move to grandma's house to help take care of the farm. We worked for hours and hours until the sun started to fade into the dark sky. "No dinner tonight; go to bed".
The next morning we went out to go harvest some apples for our breakfast but there were none the farm was bare and empty. The pipes were ripped up."We can't cope with this we have to move to Paris" Mom explained tiredly.
At night we were about to move to Paris then Grandma screamed "owwwww". She caught her leg and broke it.
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