He went quietly uptairs to the locked room. Yes, he would live a good life, and he did not need to be afraid any more of the evil face of his soul. But when he uncovered the picture, he gave a cry of pain. There was no change. The face in the picture was still terrible - more hateful, if possible, than before - and the red on the hand seemed brighther, like new blood.
He was tired so he went to sleep. Next day, it was his bithday. The servants made a cake.
- Happy birthday, Sir! - said one of the servants.
- Oh thank you! - Dorian answered.
When he blew the candles he made three wishes: the first wish was to bring Sybil Vane and Basil to life again.
The second wish was he could change their life.
The last wish was he would be happy.
The next day life gave him a new opportunity.
By Dany and Mica.
4th. year Group B
No comments:
Post a Comment