GENEROSITY
By Austin F. and Will H.
By Mary Elliot and Gracie
The smell of yeast and cinnamon wafted through the bakery's open red door. Every now and again, some lucky person would stride out of the bakery carrying a diligently wrapped package. Everytime someone came out, I always wished I ws the one carrying the package. Day after day, month after month, I sat right on the sidewalk next to the bakery. One sunny afternoon, a young woman stepped out of the bakery carrying her package. The lady promptly handed me the package. Confused, I got up and began to take it to her car, but she stopped me, " you have it child. You need this cinnamon bun more than I do.Slowly walking past Charlotte Latin School, CLS, I see big bins spilling over with cans. Wit ha concrete bed, trees standing like soldiers on command, and a vast blue sky, I (wish) I had a house on this street. A thought ran through my head, "how could they have collected so much, and where was it going?" Suddenly, a truck pulls up to pick up the canned goods. "No you can't take them away; I'm starving and need some food." To look at a kid in tattered, beaten clothes probably startled the dirvers, but they gestured me to come over and handed me over a can of Dole golden pineapples. The can was like a precious diamond from the earth. "Thank you, sirs."I exclaimed. They just turned around and with an ear to ear smile, headed back to the Loaves and Fishes truck. Seeing the sign on the truck, I hesitated. I ran toward them and gave back the can of pineapples. (Last line added for dramatic effect)
By Mary Elliot and Gracie
Only H/W tonight is to finish your narratives for tomorrow.
I am expecting GREAT narratives from all of you tomorrow. Make them the best piece of writing you have ever done... please!
WILF
- Showing not Telling Language
- Some precise facts about your person
- Sentence Fluency
- Some figurative and sensory language
- Variety of sentence openings.
