Four-five rocks!

As i looked up, i watched the tall, styurdy pine trees sway together with the breeze in a rhythmic pattern, just like ballerinas dancing to the beat of the music. The sound of engines rumbling and cars honking filled the car park. As i listen intently, i could hear the angelic voices of a choir in distance, adding the sounds in the car porch. I gulped down the fresh air, which is accompanied by the toxic fumes from exhaust pipes of passing cars. I can feel the irritable sting of the fumes as it travels down the throat filled my lungs, making me feel nausea and revolted. Taking a step out of the shelter, i stood under the scorhing sun, allowing the intense haet to bake my skin. I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down of my neck. Surreptiously, I slid my hands across the surface of a black car. It felt cool and bare, exactly the way I felt it would be. The scent from the trees reminded me of the fragrant smell of the dumplings that my mother would without fail, make during the annual dumping festival. I could imagine the sweet taste of the dumplings lingering at the tip of my tongue and I had reminiscencee of my childhood.

Rachel and Shao Ying