100 words ( Marmite) by Charlotte s.
March26
“Luna,” yells my older brother Luke.
“ Fine.” I groan & push the willow off my head. I get dressed & see myself standing in the mirror. I see a girl with curly dark brown hair & dark skin, with sapphire blue eyes. I walk down the hallway to see Luke eating toast. He always has a variety of choices so I ask. “ Luke, what is on your toast?”
“ Maermote.” He responds with his mouth full.
“ What?” I say why can’t he just chew with his mouth closed.
“ Marmite.” He says mouth closed.
“ I hate Marmite,” I whisper.
But he says, “ I like Marmite.”