English
In English we are writing a short stroy. In the past we have wrote parper on sense writing. We also wrote a paper someone who is our hero and I chose my grandma. We usually have spelling test every week.
This is my final sense writing for english.
Sam Rodningen
English 5
Final sense writing
September 26, 2011
My life is not a glamour life by any means. I sit in a pile of other
shoes at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to see who see will pick today. I
hope it’s not me. Its 7:43 and the bus will be here in three minutes. She runs
down the stairs, and I feel her smooth hand grab me. We go outside just in time
to leaving. The next thing I know I’m in the wet grass. The wet blades of the
grass tickle my belly as she races. I see a mud puddle. But I have no control
to tell her to jump over it. Mud covers me, and I feel slimy. Then I hear the
squeaky brakes of the bright bus going around the corner, and I’m not moving
anymore. I feel the weight of the girl pushing down on my back; we’re walking
back to the house.
Once inside, I’m taken off and put down beside my friends. I hear the
pound of her footsteps as she goes up the stairs. Ten minutes later, she back
again, but this time she takes a different pair of shoes. I feel a gush of cool
air fill the space around me as she opens the door to leave.
When the door comes opens again, its 3:00. I feel a pair of hands grab me
again, but this time they’re rough. It’s her mother. She mutters something under
her breath and starts to walk down stairs. I’m thrown into a white machine, and
a sweet smelling liquid is poured on top of me. The lid is shut and everything
grows black. I’m whirled and thrashed around, covered with water and soap. I
can taste the bitter soap, but I can’t spit it out. Then suddenly it all stops
and the water drains. I’m picked up by the rough hands one last time, and
brought outside to dry. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. Let’s hope she
doesn’t pick me.