Writing! A letter from a desert island.

My name is Laia Fores and I'm writing from an island near Australia. My mother and my father are here too. We are lost and we can't escape.

Life is very sad after twenty days on this island. We haven't got any games and we can't see my family either. Every day I make a fire on the beach and look for boats.

We can't survive here. It's very hot and windy. There isn't much food. We sometimes eat rats. We eat insects too, buy they're horrible.

Please look for us!!

Laia Fores

Dialogue Asking for permission

Sílvia: Tom's got two tickets for the Jamelia concert on Friday. Can I go with him?
Laia: Where's the concert?
Sílvia: It's at Wembley Arena. I've got some money for the ticket.
Laia: OK. I suppose so.
Sílvia: And can I stay at Tom's house after the concert?
Laia: No, sorry, you can't.
Sílvia: Why not?
Laia: Because it's Dad's birthday on Saturday. Remember?
Sílvia: Oh, yeah. I remember.

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Laia: Tom's got two tickets for the Jamelia concert on Friday. Can I go with him?
Sílvia: Where's the concert?
Laia: It¡s at Wembley Arena. I've got some money for the ticket.
Sílvia: OK. I suppose so.
Laia: And can I stay at Tom's house after the concert?
Sílvia: No, sorry, you can't.
Laia: Why not?
Sílvia: Because it's Dad's birthday on Saturday. Remember?
Laia: Oh, yeah. I remember.