Writing

This week we wrote about a narrative the day things started to go wrong. I hope you enjoy reading my story.

The Day Things Started To Go Wrong. One day I woke up to an empty house.  Nobody was there, the house was silent. The lights weren't on. So I decided to go have a shower maybe it was a dream? No, it wasn’t a dream . I could feel the warm water dripping down my face, Then all of a sudden the water turned off. Great! We have no water. How could this be possible? Breakfast can’t be bad, Can it? Turns out it can. I went to open the cupboard and the shelves were wiped clean. It was like a food thief robbed me. Then I turned around and boom. There was a food thief running out the door.  It was only 7:50 pm and it’s time to go to school. But there is only one problem. My mum wasn’t there to drive me to school nor was my dad. There was only one thing to get me to school. Buddy our steer. We were ready to go. I saddled up Buddy and we were off until Buddy decided to bunt me off and he left me. How could this day possibly get any worse. It was possible my day did get worse. When I eventually got to school nobody knew who I was.  The bell finally went. We had a test that I had no idea we had coming up. Fingers crossed I get some answers to write. The test results came in. I got 35%. It was the lowest score in the class. My nose started to drip and I started to cough. Miss Stewart sent me home and I had to get a covid test. My worst nightmare. 10 long hours after my test the results came back positive. Oh No!