The light house
Imagine a place where the sun never shines, when
life is never right, where wars happen. And that’s where Charlie Buttlestone
began he life in the lighthouse at the end of the lane. Now Charlie was only 7
years old at that time, as I said he lived in the old dusty light house at the
of the lane. Charlie woke up that Saturday morning he great ambitions to
explore the lighthouse.
The door slammed open “Sam you will be late for
school”
“But I was having the most superb dream”
“ Be down within five minutes or no X-box”
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