Dear diary,
It was very early in the dark damp hours of August 3rd. As soon as i woke up the first thing that came into my head was the highwayman. I rushed down stairs to see what the day would bring. I waited at the window for hours on end but then gave up and went back to bed as i knew he would not come untill night.
I was sitting reading, but then an ugly, horrible looking man came into the room. At first i did not recognise him but then it turned out to be Tim! The way he looked at me made my body tingle( urgh, it was horrible) But luckily he only came in for some water.
Soon after that, i ran back upstairs to see if my highwatman had arrived. Of course, for my luck he was not there. Disappointed, i though he was never going to some. Tense, i waited at my bedroom window.
The 9.00pm came and i heard the hoofs of his horse. Excited, i saw my brave man ride up to my house. I heard a quiet, elegant tap on my dusty, old window, and there he was with lace at his chin and boots up to his thigh. Ohh how rich he looked!
Then he said, “One kiss my bonny sweetheart i’m after a prize tonight, but i shall be back with a yellow gold before the morning light.” Then i let down my plat and he kissed it and he rode off. That was the last i saw of him that night. I really do hope he’s ok.
By Lucy:)