The awful wailing of the air raid siren has finally stopped. I can still hear the wailing sound in my head. It was something that was stuck in my brain, a constant nightmare. So I tried to stop thinking about it and rushed outside, but my dad, the strongest man I know, stopped me. He carefully opened the door and looked to the left and the right. When he saw it was all clear we heard a noise and we screamed. It was just a squirrel in the bushes. As soon as we got out ,we breathed in the smooth fresh air as if it were precious perfume. The birds were twittering as if they were angels in heaven and the beaming sun jumped from cloud to cloud. It was a beautiful day.

Thursday 4th December 2014

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

By Francis