The
Loner
The
city centre was circled by wide motorways carrying streams of traffic belching
out fumes, but never moving fast. I unwillingly forced my body to walk through
the jammed streets of New York. I hated this place. I knew what to expect when
the front door opened, my horrendous stepmother yelling at me to take a bath. I stared at the neighbours
snobbish orange cat. It seemed to be
annoyed and caterwauled in reply. Something mysterious was going on in this dismayed place. No one talked or
even smiled at me. I felt completely separated
from this world.
Ishika, this piece of writing is very atmospheric-I felt as if I was reading a passage from 'thriller' novel. Outstanding vocabulary. Mrs T.
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