Same as last time
I hope this was helpful like last time! We are starting something new after this! Focusing on the things you were improving in your writing, I would like you to write a short story describing a scene. It can be any seen you want, but while your writing I would like you to think about maintaining your mood, being specific, and work on sentence fluency (I noticed when you were writing the suspense moments in this story that your sentences fluency became dramatically better, try to think of writing your scene like you did then. You can also read it aloud to yourself to see if it sounds natural.) Okay, that was lot, but remember, this is paced for you, so don’t try to rush it. Take as long as you need! Edited Version I told my mum and dad about the sleepover hoping they would refuse. But to my unfortunate luck, they encouraged me, telling me all the great opportunities of sleepover, like making new friends, trying new things and blah blah blah blah! Soon, dawn struck. I stayed in my room hoping my parents would forget about the sleepover. I didn't pack my suitcase either, so I wouldn’t be ready to go, but my parents had to be so interfering and packed it for me. I had no choice but to drag myself into the car. My belly did 1 million backflips and I felt like I was on a rollercoaster. DING! We arrived at the house, and as I rang the doorbell, my finger shook so much it felt like it was going to fall off. WAM! The door slammed open and Layla gave me a big embrace. "I was afraid you weren't going to come, all the others are already here!". She exclaimed, welcoming me in. Inside all the girls were in their pajamas and so was Brittany in her "designer pajamas". I looked around and took a deep breath. I couldn't avoid this forever. With a brave smile I sat down next to the others dreading what would happen soon. The sleepover was ok at first we had pizza, played some games like truth or dare, we even had a mini dance party! But after that Layla's dad said something I will NEVER forgive him for saying. He said, bedtime. Sweat trickled down my forehead and a quiver went down my spine. Everyone started groaning and pleading for a few more minutes but it was no use. We all slumped upstairs in disappointment. I layed in my sleeping bag tossing and turning. Those who had been awake were already fast asleep. "Sarahhhhhaaa!". An ominous voice whispered into my ear. I looked around, it wasn't anyone in the room so it must have been the dark. I squeezed my eyes shut pretending I wasn't aware of anything. Every night before I went to bed I always heard a voice shout my name. When I was coming here I had the tiniest hope that because I was in a different place it couldn't find me. But that was silly of me since the dark is EVERYWHERE. I shuffled under my sleeping bag trying to hide from the noise. It still called my name. As it called me it grew closer and closer. Then I knew what I had to do. I went out of my sleeping bag ready to face whatever was there. But as soon as I got out I no longer felt as brave as a lion. Instead I felt as weak and as tiny as a mouse. But it was too late of course. I waved my hands around trying to find the culprit of the noise. But I didn't look where I was going so I trod on something. I screamed when I saw what it was making me regret when I even dared to get out of my sleeping bag…
