The Short Cut

As we exited the bakery I peered back at the baker, capturing his gloominess in my brain. I spin around to see my dad calling me and Elliot
into the car, “Come on Issy!”  Aunt Stephanie says. As we head of I picture the baker’s face once again, memorizing it until it fully sunk in.
Aunt Stephanie starts to photograph the amazing surroundings. “ Wowee, we don’t have a paradise like this in London!” She exclaims,
spinning around to face me, “you and my brother are so lucky to live here!” I think about what she said and opened my mouth to speak,
but just at that second, familiar voices started to overtake my words. But then something out of the ordinary happened…

I flicked my view back to the front of the car, and my face started to beam. I felt as if I were in a cinema, watching a movie premiere. There
he was, Brad Pitt. But he was there, directing the scene. My mind started spinning, firing different images into it, but just left me confused. I
just didn’t get it. After all theses memories, the baker was there. 

They all left and we drove to the lake, eating delicious sammies and drinking cold lemonade. We started swimming in the lake and then he
was there again. But he didn’t have his stern glare on his face, thus his face following with a smile and a bucket load of laughter.  Maybe he’s
never been here and he wanted to follow us and got caught up? Rethinking my thoughts, I thought it wasn’t possible. But anything could be
possible. Just after I let the thought leave my mind, Elliot questioned my dad.

“Uncle Eddie, why is the baker here?” he says making the exact same face whilst pointing towards the unknown face. “Honestly Elliot, I
have no idea. Surely he’s not the same guy.” Cocking his eyebrows, the answer wasn’t very convincing. We all agreed to change the
subject and enjoy our next few hours here. But I just can’t help myself wondering...

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This piece of writing is a continuing the story. My teacher Mr.Norris wrote the beginning 3 paragraphs and I wrote what I was picturing. It's cool because everyone has something different in their writing.