By Clara P.
Year 5

The Burning Eye was a clock. The girl walked into the small, cozy room and sat down in the yellow armchair. The Burning Eye announced that it was time to go to class.

The class was like a zoo, but she had no choice except to face the zombie teacher, who talked as slowly as a sloth. When she arrived, she found the classroom very quiet. She was late, which made the room feel like a grave, because the lesson had already started.

She sat in silence and kept looking at the Burning Eye. She really thought that the eye was a liar, even though time had always been precious.

Would the girl ever trust the Burning Eye again?