On one misty day. I saw loads of fog but I also felt a little bit of rain and I felt wet on me. When I was walking down the road I tripped and I saw some crimson colour on my knee, it was blood. I went rushing home with my bloody knee. As I got to my house I shouted my ”KNEE IS BLEEDING!”
My mam was frantically looking when I shouted. My mam was grave and I got in trouble because my knee was dirty not bleeding. We had a laugh. I went to bed and the same thing happened to my knee.