This is my favourite peace of writing because it is my most descriptive story in my writing book.
Bang! Whizz! Goes the ballet like the speed of light.When the ballets sound like a bee whizzing pass my face.Running up and down as my heart stops for one or two seconds.I am lucky to be alive as I think sometimes I could be luckier if I was a solider as all my friends die one by one.Now I think I maybe next. Although I miss the cooking at home I am glad I still get food.the cold hard crumbly ground I step on.To think it could not get worse.I see people dying one by one two by two.I pretend that I still smell the cooking at home and that I'm with my loving family.
