Exhaust engines and the sound of balls being dribbled greeted our ears even before we reach our chosen place. When the sounds combine, they sound like a couple quarelling. You feel like listening to their 'conversation', but at the same time, you cannot help feeling annoyed.
We can smell the exhaust fumes which stinks and poisons us. It is like grim reaper trying to straggle us to death. However, it was later replaced by the refreshing smell of green grass as we approach the chosen place.
Upon reaching our chosen place, the bright golden sun greeted us with warmth.We saw orange balls bouncing up and down just like the rhythmic thumping of a person's heart. The place is dotted with red benches that let us rest on it when we are tired, like the shoulder of your best friend.
As we settled ourselves on the bench, we can feel the morning breeze through our wide opened hands, tickling our fingers. The taste of joy and happiness filled the air as a class of students were given basketballs to play with, like a child being given the toy he like most. It was enjoyable and delightful to see the scene happening.
Lynn
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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2 comments:
Are you trying to write in present or past tense?
Mdm Zoey Oh
it's the basketball court!!!haha:D super detailed and obvious
andrea:)
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