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My treasure
She was above all a most
formidable female. She had once been a
famous athlete, and even now the muscles were still clearly in evidence. You could see them in the bull-neck, in the
big shoulders, in the thick arms, in the sinewy wrists and in the powerful
legs. Looking at her, you got the
feeling that this was someone who could bend iron bars and tear telephone
directories in half. Her face, I’m
afraid, was neither a thing of beauty nor a joy forever. She has an obstinate chin, a cruel mouth and
small arrogant eyes. And as for her
clothes … they were, to say the least, extremely odd.
Extract from
‘Matilda” by Roald Dahl
My treasure
My pulse was racing, hands shaking, knees
knocking and eyes darting back and forth from the huge bundle to the expectant
eyes of my parents. I knew what lay in
that box was something special. I knew
that it was meant for me. I carefully
teased the plastic knot apart. I looked
up again just to check I was opening the right one, the one for me. I half-turned expecting my brother to take it
from me or even my sister. But no it was
definitely mine. I concentrated once
again on loosening that knot. Underneath
was . . .
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