Here is my old creative écriture work. This is about a girl who goes on an adventure with Michael Jackson and her two old friends
Here I am, walking accueil from another boring jour of school. I quickly ran accueil to get to uncle's house. When I got there, of course, my rich yet neglectful uncle would be sleeping on the white plush canapé in the living room and all four of my cousins would be playing in the backyard.
My bedroom was the attic, which my uncle and cousins would have their nice and big bedrooms, while I got stuck with the tiny, somewhat dusty attic. When I got there, I placed my black messenger bag par the nightstand and lay down on the bed. I turn to my left and pick up a or picture frame with a picture of my late parents smiling, like nothing's happing. I sadly said,
"Mom, dad, why'd toi go?"
I look up at the ceiling and looked at my dozen Michael Jackson posters, all from different eras, that I hung up to ignore the bland beige color that was painted.
"You understand me, don't you?" I start to smile at them and I start to feel a little sleepy and let out a big yawn.
"I could use a nap." I dreamily started to close her eyes and fall asleep.
"Hello, are toi okay?" I start to hear a smooth yet calming voice. As I open my eyes, my vision was feeling a bit hazel, I see a handsome guy with black curly hair, light brown skin and in a red sweater, black pants, white socks, and black loafers. As my vision started to get cleared, I open my eyes and say,
"Michael Jackson?!" My brown eyes pop.
That was part 1. Please leave a commentaire telling me if toi liked it
Here I am, walking accueil from another boring jour of school. I quickly ran accueil to get to uncle's house. When I got there, of course, my rich yet neglectful uncle would be sleeping on the white plush canapé in the living room and all four of my cousins would be playing in the backyard.
My bedroom was the attic, which my uncle and cousins would have their nice and big bedrooms, while I got stuck with the tiny, somewhat dusty attic. When I got there, I placed my black messenger bag par the nightstand and lay down on the bed. I turn to my left and pick up a or picture frame with a picture of my late parents smiling, like nothing's happing. I sadly said,
"Mom, dad, why'd toi go?"
I look up at the ceiling and looked at my dozen Michael Jackson posters, all from different eras, that I hung up to ignore the bland beige color that was painted.
"You understand me, don't you?" I start to smile at them and I start to feel a little sleepy and let out a big yawn.
"I could use a nap." I dreamily started to close her eyes and fall asleep.
"Hello, are toi okay?" I start to hear a smooth yet calming voice. As I open my eyes, my vision was feeling a bit hazel, I see a handsome guy with black curly hair, light brown skin and in a red sweater, black pants, white socks, and black loafers. As my vision started to get cleared, I open my eyes and say,
"Michael Jackson?!" My brown eyes pop.
That was part 1. Please leave a commentaire telling me if toi liked it
