Thursday 04th December  2014

L.O I can write a descriptive recount of a story with a historical setting

The awful wailing of the air raid siren has finally stopped. The sound of peace and quiet calms me. Me and my family can finally come out of this awful, pungent shelter. When I was about to take my first step outside, my dad pulled me to his back and checked whether it was safe to go outside. Then I jumped gleefully out into the open. I could smell fresh air again. The sun is smiling down on me and my family's faces. The sun is ice skating on the clouds because it is so happy to see us again. This day is the best day of my whole life.

By Chidera