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