Hi! This is the story of a boy named Imrik, and this was originaly a story I wrote for a school-test, but I wanted to make it longer, so I did... well... here it is! (Imrik is actually the last name to some girls in my last class) If there's anything you think I spelled wrong, please tell me... I wrote this thing before I started on international school.
IMRIK
Once in the Middle Age there was a boy named Imrik who lived in a village with his parents. He was about 14 years old, had brown hair, green eyes, and grey ragged clothes. They were very poor, but at least they were happy. So happy that his parents couldn't convince him to move to