I can't do maths :D

“I’m sorry Martha…” An old man,called Tom, stumbled under the bare trees leaves crunching beneath his feet. A cold breath escaped from his mouth. Tears trickled down his wrinkly face. 20 years ago there was a train accident… In a rusty old train was a man called Tom. He had a great life. He enjoyed his work, has a wife and a home. He was happy as a dog with a juicy bone. His wife was called Martha, a pleasant woman with curly brown hair. She had freckles on her cheeks and soft brown eyes. She worked as a soap maker, making soaps and selling them. One day Tom was driving a train when he got a message from his black walky talky. It had a small white label that had he train’s name quickly written on, ‘ Rusto’. “Commander Dave here. Just to let you know the train alarms in Westwood aren't working, be careful and be slow. Tom scrambled his hand onto the walkie talkie and rushed it to his mouth.

“I’m already there!” Tom shouted, reaching a train alarm, a person was walking right across the train rails in the exact location where the train was about to go. Tom reached his hand out, his fingers going through the buttons, trying to find a stop button or a back button. His fingers locked down on the brake, the train screeched loudly as it decelerated.. As Tom got closer to the person he realised it was Martha coming to collect some herbs that grow near the train rails. Tom soon realised the train wouldn't stop in time. He poked his head out, waving his arms around to get Matha’s attention. “ MOVE! THE TRAIN ISN'T GOING T O STOP IN TIME! MARTHA MOVE!!” Tom shouted. He was too late. Martha looked up to just see the train right in front of her. A week later there was a funeral for Matha. It was held in a small room, covered in chairs with a tall table that held the wooden coffin. On top were a bunch of lilies with her favourite bar of soap. Tom placed his hand on th

His face scrunched up with tears. He whispered four words. “It was all my fault” 19 years of grief passed by. Only now he finally accepted it. He smiled revealing new wrinkles. He trailed on, his boots stomping on his way home. Finally he was at peace. ----------------------- Thats the story

I just rush in handwriting and my teacher doesnt give a damn :)

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Halfpelt* Yeah I was he didnt care about me though He didnt even notice that I had left That hurts me y'know Anyway I was starting not to like him. He started to act differently I do miss the old him but I have to focus on the future C: