Can you last 20 hours?
Every minute I kept walking past, my tummy got louder and louder. I couldn't take it, so I slammed the cupboard door shut.
Caris kept dangling food in front of my face and I closed my eyes. When I opened them, it got closer and closer.
Caris and Mum saw my face slowly turning red. My face curled up like a ball. My anger got bigger and bigger. I couldn't control my hunger.
My eyes went up like a shooting star. I zoomed to the kitchen, pushing everyone out of my way. I shouted "The food's all mine!" in a loud and demanding voice.
Mum was right, I couldn't last 40 hours.