Sanjana

Descriptive writing: I was locked in a closet. Betrayed, lonely, freaked out & pushed by my best friend... Well, was my best friend.

You see it all started last week when our teacher, Mrs right gave us a project to write a story about the haunted house in the town we like to call Horror Land. The reason for the name, horror land, is because of all the freaky thing that like at the abandon roller coaster rush. What happened was that a group of students from bridge way high went there on a field trip when the roller coaster was popular. The teenagers were the first few people to go on the ride but when they got to the dip some of the bolts below fell of and then the roller coaster started to break into bits so then the roller coaster crashed & they all died of brain damage. every single one. My best friend,charlie,, & I alwaysturn our storys into realaty so we were going to sleep at the the haunted house for a week and write a jornal about our sleep & and the jornal went a bit like this:

Day 1 (getting ready & going) I begain to pack my bags for the week of a life time.When I finished I started goingdown stairs to cheek if charlieWas ready but he bet me to it. He was sitting in the kitchen,drinking green tea. we both begain to walk,Side by side.so While we were walking towards the haunted house we Stoped by the The abandon roller coaster rush to cheek out the white spray paint ,the old mam down the road, spray painted around the people who got killed.Then I had a look if I could find the missing bolts, but then I saw it. The reason way the the ride broke. I saw all tweenty-seven bolts under the place where the roller coaster broke but not just a whole bunch ofbolts... there was a screw driver that had a date which was 13 march 1976 which is some say is a day full of bad luck but to us it is known as thedy of the roller coaster crash