The endless road
We were the classes of 3rd green and purple when joining the long-awaited holiday camp in the bus travel.
Suddenly the driver looked at the travel card, the group began to worry. The road continued and deeper into the forest more and more without end. The road became muddy and decreased. Before us there were only trees out of sight, just trees! Even the teachers began to worry. Barely audible comments were made, the laughter broke out. We stopped, we asked the road, we looked at the card and left in the forest. The road became rocky.
Suddenly a building appeared. We had arrived.
I really thought we would never find the road and that we should sleep in the bus.
Maxime Mesguen
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