Your school magazine has invited students to take part in this year's short story competition. write a story for the competition entitled "an unexpected finding". you may use the plan and ideas below to help you. (120-180 words) начало должно быть вот таким it was a hot morning last august,

неожиданная находка.

было жаркое утро в августе прошлого года, когда был тихий вечер, кругом щебетал ручеек и уже слышались кузнечики. мы с друзьями шли по тропинке и отпускали свои мысли на волю пока ветер заставлял листья танцевать свой вальс. вдруг, когда мы свернули за угол мы увидели на стене иероглифы, написанные желтой краской из . так как моя подруга сериаломан, она быстро распознала кадр из сериала "шерлок" поэтому мы не придали этому значение. идя дальше, вслушиваясь в тихий шёпот ветра, перед нами открылась лужайка с идеально зеленой травой что не было свойственно тому сезону. в одном участке трава засверкала. мы как дети побежали за как мы думали сокровищем. как же мы . подойдя ближе, мы увидели что никакое это не сокровище, это нечто более ценное. это был настоящий пиратский нож. он был украшен дорогими камнями из эпохи барокко смешанной с классицизмом. острое лезвие могло разрезать даже свинец. белый череп будто прожигал своими красными сапфирами, которые послужили глазами, того кто смотрел на них.   не задумываясь мы взяли этот нож.

unexpected finding.

it was a hot morning in august last year, when it was a quiet evening, all around twitter brook and already heard grasshoppers. my friends and i walked down the path and let go of our thoughts while the wind made the leaves dance their waltz. suddenly, when we turned the corner we saw on the wall hieroglyphs written in yellow paint from a spray can. since my friend is a serial killer, she quickly recognized a frame from the series" sherlock " so we did not attach any importance to this. going further, listening to the quiet whisper of the wind, we opened the lawn with perfect green grass that was not peculiar to the season. in one area the grass sparkled. we as children ran for as we thought treasure. we were wrong. coming closer, we saw that no treasure, it is something more valuable. it was a real pirate knife. it was decorated with expensive stones from the baroque era mixed with classicism. a sharp blade could cut even lead. the white skull seemed to burn their red sapphires that served as eyes, the one who looked at them. without hesitation, we took this knife.

whose is this pen? - this is my pen.

whose is this book? - this is your book.

whose is this table? - this is my brother's table.

whose is this bag? - this is my mom's bag.

whose is this pencil? - this is my sister's pencil.

is this your notebook? - yes, it is.

is this your brother's notebook? - no, this is my notebook.

where is your table? - he is in the middle of the room.

where is your pen? - she is in my pocket.

where is your notebook? - it is on the table.

where is your mom? - she is at work.

where is your brother? - he is at school.

he must know a few of foreign languages. he must be working on his new novel now. perhaps they are enjoying the beautiful weather.