As stated in an earlier post we would like to share Aoife's published writing.
Lonely Eel
I chew on my slurred up dinner and wait for something, or someone. My slimy stomach slides across the rocks as I stare at my surroundings. Just me, myself and I. My black eyes tear up. Why? Why do I not have a buddy to be happy, sad and excited with? Does nobody like the fact that my body is covered with thick, black skin that feels like gooey seaweed? Or is it that I love to chomp on chewy fish? Please, please be my buddy.
Written by Aoife Maher Y6 and published in 'Write on' Magazine, Issue 50
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