Once there was a little girl named Sophie. Sophie went on her bed and got her diary.

“Dear Diary,

Let me tell you how I died!

First, Mummy and I went to the beach for a milkshake (yummy), and a coffee (disgusting!). We went to go walk on the beach, but we had swimsuits on. But only I went in. 

Mummy said, “No, don’t go in, there’s Blue Bottles!” 

But I already went in. Mum saw me getting stung by Blue Bottles! Mum dived in to try and save me, but she really didn’t. I already died, but she still saved me, and then Mum saw a Blue Rock took it nothing there. There was another BIGGG blue rock, and there were soooooo many blue bottles she didn’t have enough time to swim away. 

So, we both died. 

From the Death Diary. 

From Sophie, the Little Girl.”

I’m going to tell you how much it hurt: It hurt SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much.