Friday, 12 June 2015

Wednesday by Zach

I get out of the car and the wind is howling as loud as a tornado. I run up to school as fast as my legs can take me. I hear the waves crashing on the beach as I dash inside. I hang my bag up and I hear a deafening crash .... I go to the window but it was just thunder.  The whipping and howling wind hits the class room. I look outside it is deserted apart from  bending trees and stirring sea.

1 comment:

  1. Great writing Zach, I love the language that you have used in your writing! Nicola