This term we have been reading the book Holes by Louis Sachar. So far, we have done a drawing of a character in the book and wrote sentences about the character, I drew and wrote about Mr Sir. Now we are writing about the Warden. Here is my brainstorm and descriptive writing about the Warden.
The Warden
Western music meet my ears. A young but mean lady stepped out of the car like a supermodel. Red curly hair sat on her shoulders as she walked through the dry holey desert. Seemingly beautiful on the outside, but the inside was the opposite. Oh, and the eyes! Yes the vibrant, sparkling eyes were as pretty as a picture. Turquoise studs ran down the cowboy boots. It was like the boots got pierced. Why was she a Warden? The job felt simply wrong for a lady like her.
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