it was at dead of the night and we were ready to go in the magnificent garden which was full of beautiful coloured roses, which were yellow, black and red, which was round and gorgeous. the roses smelt like the fresh air, like a fresh apple or a plum, if was wonderful. the smell remained powerful in your nose and in the air forever it was fantastic.
every night me and my sister and brother would come in and out without my foster parents finding out. I remember that my foster parents hid this garden from us, but why, this garden is not dangerous I thought to myself.
YOU ARE READING
The garden mystery.
AdventureWhere do I begin? It was wonderful, like a fairytale and it was all mine. So elegant to the split second. It was the best place I ever went to, till the storm anyways.
