THE ISLAND - By Chloe

The wind blows my long, sparkling blonde hair, towards the deserted island.  I smell the salty seawater.  It made me scrunch up my face.  It smelt awful.  I can hear the pigs snorting.  I can hear the waves splashing and wrestling together.  I can smell revolting, rotten fish.  Then suddenly a glittery, silver fish leapt up high I the sky.  The shiny sun reflected off the fish’s scales.  It looked like a diamond.  It came back down with a gigantic splash.  Some water hit me.  It was frost bitten.  I felt the sand in between my toes.  I could see trees swaying from side to side.  I could hear seagulls squawking.  I can’t wait for the tremendous adventure coming.