If I werea soft comfy sofa By Leah Tanti xx
Hi people who are reading my creative writing. My name is Sheldy. I am a brown sofa made of leather and there are three cushions on me. I am very ugly!
My owner is Joe who is very old and his wife Mary. I have been with them for ten years.
I was made in a factory in Hal-Luqa. Then I was taken to a shop called Rubbish. After Joe and Marybought me,I went in a big delivery van. I was overwhelmed with excitement to see where I was going to live.
It was a small, old house. Now I am all torn because Joe’s cat kept scratching me. Every week, his grandchildren come to jump on me and sit on me. They damage me!
But now they threw me in the garbage. I wasn’t a very happy sofa but I was lucky that they bought me. That is the end of my story.