Disastrous dusty day.

Here is the recount we done this week. I hope to get ideas on what I did well and how I can write better.

I am learning to write a variety of sentences types (some short, some starting with ‘talking’, some starting with an adverb and try and use figurative language such as simile,  hyperbole,pun or metaphor

I know I learnt something because I can use more figurative language in my story and I can start my sentences off with adverbs.

• simile
• hyperbole
• pun
• metaphor
• Other figurative language

A horrible day.

Warning this story might contain harmful words and scary scenes. All I could here was a constant annoying noise flowing through my ears. Leaves being swept off the rocky grey driveway that lay outside my house. It was a freezing frosty Friday morning. The cold was pinching me, I was hoping the sun would come out, I was cleaning my humongous house (it really isn’t that big) from outside to inside. I knew that things were going to go wrong.

I was sweeping the lucky last leaf and then at that moment KAPOOW! Speeding quick wind came flying past and all the leaves scattered on the road “Nooooo” I busted out I dropped the broom , my eyes opened as wide as a plate my jaw dropped to the ground I couldn’t believe blueberry it well actually, I did I knew that something was going to go wrong. I sucked it in and swept the whole road, again. Just as I was walking into my house I could see shadows lurking around me.I was so so so scared. Do you know that feeling? I shot into my house shut the door SLAM! I gasped and released my air.

BOOM! BANG! I had seen more things worse than the shadows. I had approached the house I felt like I was in a horror movie. Hours later I arrived at my room, I was terrified of my room  I couldn’t stand the feeling that I had never cleaned it before. I started off pretty good everything was in ship shape I was just about to walk out and then BAM! Cautiously I eyed my closet I was so afraid not knowing what was inside  Thump thump! What's in there? Will I live? I'm scared I was a shaking earthquake. Do you know what I mean? I was about to fire myself but shaking my hand I reached my extremely long arm I could hear monsters witches even saying “open me open me” so I did, nothing could go wrong right, I thought to myself I opened the closet to see that nothing bad was in there that was the cleanest place in my room all my sweat ran away my head was as dry as the desert. I walked into the cider room and watch tv.

I felt like a NZ soldier that won war. I was relieved that I completed my mission but I still had some suspicion about those shadows earlier this morning. I do wish I had powers so that I could rewind time and I would of never have seen what I did see. Maybe in the future I will be a cleaner who knows.