Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Ben Brenner's Descriptive Writing

Whoosh, splash. The ice freezing water went into my face. The water felt as if it was hail. Now we were going faster and faster in the huge bubble, doughnut shaped biscuit. Beside me my sister was screaming her head off. She touched the water and said, "The water is ice". When we got off I said, "Let's do it again".

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