Lately at school we have been doing descriptive writing. Also when we were at the library we had to either be a author, book, light, teacher or a student. Either one we chose we needed to write a story about.
A week or so later we also did another activity describing the perspectives of either a student, teacher, book, the lights or an author.
Here is how my descriptive story turned out:
I am a gross smelling dusty old thing. Nobody picks me. I get exited some times because people move me all the time. While that's happening I think they're going to read me and take me to their house but it always leads me to disappointment. I have never been chosen. I am all lonely by myself on the old scruffy shelf. Oh look! someone picked me up. Oh hes issuing me out. Oh finally the joy! Oh look it morning I must of drifted of. Hang on were am I? im in a toataly different place. Oh this is scary I never want to be issued out again. I remember what my friends told me now. "I wish i haven't got issued out like you its a nightmare!" I know now. I just can't wait to go back this is total torture. We have a horrible life don't you agree?
What perspective do you think I was writing about?
You Guessed it a book!
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