The awful wailing of the air raid siren has finally stopped. Being cooped up in a pungent and damp shelter is like being locked up in a dark, dank prison cell.When I tried to rush out, my dad pulled me back by the collar of my shirt. Oh. He wanted to check if it was safe. Well that is our dad putting our safety first. When I took my first step outside after being in a damp shelter for hours, it felt amazing. I could smell the fresh air again. I gleefully jumped around. I felt the sun beaming on our dirty faces, the Robins sang with pride and joy. Today is a beautiful day.

By Tolu

TT

Thursday 4 December 2014

L.O I can write a descriptive recount of a story with a historical setting.