Jasmine opened the door. ‘This
was going to be great’, she thought, ‘A real bunch of musical refugees. This
will certainly wake the tribe up and do some good.’ ‘Come in, come in’, she
said. Leave your bags in the hall and take a seat.’ She then dashed upstairs to
wake the others.
‘Sam and Jake looked at each
other. They knew that their bags hadn’t got any musical instruments in them
whatsoever, just their belongings. The bags were the only things that they
could find to carry their things in when they were evacuated from the school. No-one
on the border had asked to see their bags since the need to leave was so
urgent. However, here they were, and it was too late to do anything else. All
they could do when the time came was to shrug and admit defeat. They slowly
lowered their bags onto the floor and entered the sitting room.
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