Awoken Storm
I was jogging home from school. I took a little break to catch my breath. Walking to the pohutukawa tree, I wanted to sit in the cool shade as the wind blew in my face. But as the leaves rustled and black clouds came over me I knew a storm was making its way over. Leaning next to the rusty bark while shivering cold, a thought struck me; I reached for my phone and dialed my mum's number and begged her to pick me up. "OK, I will come pick you up," she promised.
"Thanks I owe you one," I replied.
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