On Saturday, there was a storm. My dad woke just me up because my little sister Abby was asleep. Daddy took me into the lounge and I got to see lightning and hear the thunder. Lightning is as white as a ghost, but not see through. I think thunder is two clouds crashing together. We turned of the light and the lightning glowed.
cool story bella it tolled me a lot of infimasonabout what happed at night. It was a bit scearey for me so I woke up and insted I read my book and then I was not scared any more that was good.Because I was reading my book.Grace
ReplyDeleteI was scared bella were you plase aser this queasion.
ReplyDeletecool story bella I like when you said it is as white as a ghost but not see through.
ReplyDeleteWhat fantastic descriptions in your story Bella. Great work!
ReplyDeleteWow good descriving words on your story Bella
ReplyDeleteI'm really impressed with your writing Bella and that you watched the storm as I know you don't really like them.
ReplyDeleteBella that looks like a very fun story that you did and I think it is really cool
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