In room 2 we have been concentrating on our quick writes. A quick write is when Mrs Cameron gives us a photo of someone doing something and we have to think about what happened before and after this photo was taken.this is the photo Mrs Cameron gave us
And here is my story
I could hear dad's breathing from down the hall. This is my chance. As quietly as I could, I snuck down the stairs towards the door. Creeeaak! “No!” I gingerly lifted my foot and moved on, skipping that step. This is my chance. I tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it.
I stepped outside into the cold crisp air, the frost gathering in the late autumn air. I saw the sun just advancing over the horizon, the rays of sun shining on my face. I could hear dad stirring in bed. “Damn.” I forgot Dad was an early riser.
Vaulting over the fence, I managed to catch my foot on the slender wire and came tumbling down face first.I stood up and examined myself. Just a little cut on my knee. No big deal.
I saw the cars zooming past at rapid speed, causing a mini tornado of leaves. “Yes.” My favourite car , the red and blue one, was coming first closely followed by the blue and yellow one. “One more lap,” the announcer called out over the loudspeakers.
Someone was coming. I could hear them moving towards me. I turned around and saw dad standing behind me with his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face. I took a big gulp. This won’t end well.
Dad took me by the hand and led me home. Dad rarely gets mad but when he does he is scary. He gets all red and yells until he loses his voice. When I was little I cried every time I thought of that face. He said he wasn’t mad at me, he was disappointed and that was worse.
I was sent to go to my room and think about it. It was meant to be a punishment, but I liked it. It gave me a chance to play my video games. After a while, I remembered this was supposed to be a punishment. I went down stairs and did this big apology thing until dad got sick of it and forgave me.
I always get get my way.
And here is my story
I could hear dad's breathing from down the hall. This is my chance. As quietly as I could, I snuck down the stairs towards the door. Creeeaak! “No!” I gingerly lifted my foot and moved on, skipping that step. This is my chance. I tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it.
