“Yey! We’re going to the moon,” I said. But I want to go in a rocket ship.
I giggled and jumped. “Hey, look,” I said. “There’s my friend, Gaby. Mum, look! One hundred stars! I can see the moon and there’s the sun.”
My friend is on Mars. The rocket was noisy. There’s the yellow sun.
“Yey, we’re going back to earth!”
Charli
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