Thursday the blue writing is miss moala and the one in black his mine we had to write about this boy in the picture I am sorry that couldn't Finnish it.
B The Young Detective
It had been three days since it had gone missing. One minute he had held it in his hand, the next it had vanished. How could it just have disappeared? It had been right in front of his eyes!
He had been warned about what would happen if he lost it. His mission had been to guard the key with his life, ever since they visited him last summer.
Adam had always had a detective’s instinct. They had told him as much. He had been chosen because he had certain skills, and he would need them more than ever now.
Only one clue had seemingly been left, which was sat on the living room table.
Holding the magnifying glass up to his eye, Adam began to investigate…
He had been worried about the key and he had been looking for it for two days. His dad had been sitting on the sofa for a pretty long time thinking or suspiciously waiting for him to say something, but Adam didn't tell him anything. Adam came in and he kept searching hoping to find the key.
After searching for the key, he had finally told his dad, “I have lost the key dad.”
Surprised his dad responded, “Why didn't you tell me before son?”
“I thought you would be angry.”
“No,” said dad, “I would never get angry at you but you have made a mistake. We have to fix it.”
After their little talk they searched for the key. They looked under the sofa, on top of their beds, under their beds, in the cupboard, we have been looking everywhere said Adam yes I know we still didn't find the key said dad
after looking everywhere then they went outside and started to look in the bushes and on the tree they looked in the shed they looked threw the buckets and the shelf one little screw fail on dad's head dad said where did that come from Adam said I think it came from up there up where up there dad couldn't see where the screw from so Adam climbed onto the shelf and sour a little jar of screws and nails heir dad said Adam catch dad court the jar of screws and nails. 1
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