The Lost Thing Meets the Boy by Grace S

I was sat on the beach, where I have been for such a long time, when I saw a boy coming up to me. He started to inspect me. He rang my bell. “Is he going to be friendly?” I thought. It was time to make some friends. So, I opened up. The boy started to step back a little, oh no is he going to run away. I stopped, and he looked up at me in a puzzled way, as I started to open up again.  He looked friendly, so I threw him a beach ball hoping he would play. He looked at it and picked it up and threw it back, I got a little carried away with the game and ended up bringing him a giant tube we played for hours. Until the beach alarm went off…