100 w/c by Rose

‘There is no turning back now, I just need to get him to spread the jam onto the toast.’ I quickly left the house through the window and leaned a listening device on top of the windowsill. I went back into a bush where I could still peek and my ear buds in my ears securely so I can hear everything. My victim took out the Jam and… Marmite?! Ew gross! No one is going to eat that. I tried to watch but loads of insects were around me. I tried to stay as calm as I could, until I heard a grasshopper and that was it for me. I passed out.

”Hey Ella, I made your jam toast!’ Hope it makes up for yesterday!’

”Ok! Thanks Michael. And you’re fine, no worries! Did you make a jam toast for yourself?”

”No, I like Marmite.”

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