The wind whispers and brushes past my face. Leaves crunch and crackle under my shoes as I run to catch up with my cousin and his dad.As I run to them I can see fluffy,puffy white marshmallow clouds floating up in the sky with a beautiful shade of blue in the background.The trees stand straight up like soldiers.I can see my cousin talking to his dad.
His dad is saying how proud he is of his sons great game that day.My cousin says “Thanks dad”.They are both smiling cheerfully.I can hear the birds chirping happily.I go back to the conversation,my cousins dad says that he thinks his son should go into the fifa world cup.I wonder how many people in each country are allowed to play in the fifa world cup?Who decides which country gets to be in the Fifa World Cup?
By:Brianna
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