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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF HOLIDAY

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AUTOBIOGRAPHY I could feel the warm blood trickling down the side of my face. I could almost taste the sour liquid trying to tackle my taste buds and trying to feed my body with fear. I could see all the other people gathering around me trying to see what was going on. Then I was out. I was looking forward to going just like the last eight times. I love going to Pakistan. Meeting my family and friends, enjoying the hot weather and going to the mountains. We went on British airways from Heathrow airport. It took 7 hours to get there, the seven longest hours of my life. I kept on counting how many hours were left, 4 hours to go, 3 hours, 2 hours, 1 hour. Slowly the time went by and then we landed. This is my favourite part of the journey. As soon as we got out of the aeroplane the heat was the first thing you noticed and the smell. Not that it was stinky, but it was different probably because of the heat. ...read more.

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a year on after the quake people are still dying, still living in tents and still starving. If only the government would stop thinking about themselves and start thinking of others. If only. We arrived at our house. I remember it as if it were yesterday. The big iron gates looming over me like a cloud. The tall pillars on the outside and the massive roof. For some reason it reminds me of the white house. I'm not sure why but probably because when I was small it looked so big and special to me. Also the house is white. When I entered the through the gates I could hear the dog barking. Her name is sandy and is a white terrier. I went inside and met my grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins. After I met everyone I dozed off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I went straight to the bath. One thing I did not know was that the water is always ice cold, and I was running the tap waiting to refresh myself and relaxing. ...read more.

Conclusion

So I thought I should go for a big swing of the bat. This however was going to be a big mistake. The ball was a trick ball and swung a lot. The ball bounced and I misjudged it and the ball hit me on the side of my head. I remember smelling blood and fear. The tears swelling up in my eyes. People running towards me. Some standing there in shock and my cousin picking me up. Then I was out! The next thing I remember was being in hospital regaining conscience. They gave me an injection for some reason and put stitches on the side of my head. My dad, mum and uncle were with me. They let me go out as soon as I got my stitches and I was glad that that was over. As soon as I got home my mum had a go at me saying that I shouldn't play with kids who are older than me and that I was lucky I never got serious injuries. Ali came a while later and told me that he 'dealt' with the boy who hit me. This time I figured out what he meant and I felt sorry for that kid cause I bet he got far worse injuries than me. TALHA RAJA ...read more.

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