Work

Here is my work I actually did it for once

Descriptive writing

The frost is climbing up and slowly freezing me from my feet to my head. Until the golden sun awakes from its nap and melts the freezing ice setting me free. Then I hear the birds tweeting and flapping their wings louder than a dragon. It startled me and made me jump and fall and to the icy cold ground. This is winter.

Work

This week I learnt about rastios.