In Class we have been working on descriptive writing this just one of the many story's that I have wrote it is about a book that is lonely and unwanted he then moves home and is noticed.
I peer around the blank room the fresh smell of the new and loved book lingers round .I see piles and piles of stacked books on tables and wonder wether were moving home. I have sat next to the new and loved books for years wondering wether someone will pick me up read me and love me but sadly my dreams have been smashed squashed and thumped. Some of my pages are torn and musty well other books still hold the fresh smell of ink. I’ve only been issued once but I was forgotten about and left with their water bottle. Today was my chance to get noticed today was my chance to stand out today was my chance t get issued wether they liked it or not.
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