Stranded
I feel lost and scared. Its cold and it’s almost dark, I feel all alone and afraid, but I must stay strong, I must find my way home. I look around, no buildings and no people. All that I see is gravel and hills.I am abandoned in the middle of no where. Just as I pivit my head I hear the bus going over the hill, I decided to run. I ran and ran as fast as I could, I then thought to myself ‘I knew I should’ve gone to the gym’. Quickly, I snapped out of my thoughts and tuned into the real world. I sprinted as hard as I could, but it was too late, the bus had disappeared. But there was one thing that I could see that would help me. It was a road. I decided to follow the road because it might lead me to somewhere.
I walked along the road for hours and I felt as though I was going cry because I was tired, hungry, and thirsty. It started to spit, I was worried because I didn't have any water proof things to wear. As I walk along the road I saw a small shelter up ahead. I sprinted on the slippery and polished road but I was so desperate that I didn't care that it was slippery. As I dived in under the shelter I felt a sigh of relief. The ground was damp and muddy and there was absolutely no noise. As I waited for hours for the rain to stop. As I wait and wait for hours I start to drift off to sleep.
As I wake up I look around. I hear an engine. I quickly wake up to find myself looking at myself through a glass window. I sit up quickly and realize that the ground was no longer damp and muddy, but there was a soft and fuzzy replacement. I couldn't believe it, I was inside a car. At first I thought it was great, that I was saved . That’s when I realised the bad thing about it.
Who’s car was it’s?
What I like about this piece of writing;
I like this piece of writing because I've structured this piece, into organised paragraph.
What I can work on next time;
I think I could work on adding more language features and using more complex sentences.
