Sunday, 9 June 2013


It was a cold blustery day. My feet were frozen just like my pinkish hands. The sky was as white as snow.

I was at Russley School learning about KOS (KEEPING OUR SELF SAFE) with the Police Women.

I heard tortuous winds. I thought that the roof was going to fly off because it was that windy. I heard the outside door handle slamming against the door; it sounded like it was yelling at me, "Get me inside."

By Taylor Roberts


  1. Taylor, your writing is getting better and better. I love the use of the word tortuous and blustery. Your similes are clever too. Keep posting.

  2. Well done Taylor, it is really interesting with the words blustery.