I am backstage
at a dancing concert and it is almost my turn to go on stage. I am feeling
excited and happy. Finally it is my turn on stage. I walk through two doors,
through a big hallway and onto the stage. I am starting my jazz dance. I have
been doing it for years. Soon it is the end of the concert and I win a medal.
By Ella M

What a great story Ella. I love the words you've chosen. Excellent effort.
ReplyDeleteMs. McKay