Usually the ship was a happy place, people where nice and friendly hand helpful. Thee where lots of friends and even more things to do. But now Sheeah couldn’t care. She had been having such a nice day ad now it was all going bad. She ran along the corridors er little shoes pounding into the carpet. As she ran she tripped over her laces, they where undone. Now he was sad and hurting. That made even more tar fall from her eyes down her face She kept running she wanted to go home she wanted her mummy.

She ran and ran not looking where she was going as she rounded a corner she bumped into someone. She looked up through tearier eyes “S..s..sorry.” she choked out.

Sheeah (Lieut Chan’s daughter)