Writing Challenge Week 1

 Hiya,

In week four we are going to Curous Cove (camp) for the week, so before that we have a bunch of tests to prepare for. One of these tests is around writing. Personally, I love writing, and a lot of people think that's weird (probably because it is) but I just enjoy it. Yesterday, we learnt about perspective. There are three you can use in your writing, First person (using words like I and me) Second person (Using words like you) and third person (using words like she, he and them.) I use mainly first person for my writing, but I like to use third every now and again.

Anyway, here's my writing in first person. Its not done, but I'll update it when I do finish. Megan gave us the start of the first sentence. 'A door suddenly swung open'

A door suddenly swung open, a woman stepped through. The only problem was I was standing in the

middle of a forest. Warm sunlight trickled through the canopy, splattering gentle yellow light onto the her

skin. She was beautiful, tall and lithe, with a deep tan and long, dark hair spilling over her shoulders.

I, on the other hand, was a medium hight, pale, with black hair and silver eyes, an odd combination

most people found unsettling. My freckles were not made of sunlight. I was not graceful. And I most

certainly did not step through random doors which materialized out of thin air. 

The woman looked around, confused,  and said, “Where is my roaring crowd? My standing ovation?

Where is the palace?!”

I peered at her as she spun in a full circle, her glittering gold silk dress, spaghetti straps holding up the

beautiful fabric. The woman looked as if she had been dipped in liquid gold. I glanced down at my ratty

jeans, ripped at both knees and on the shin, my hair hastily pulled back in a ponytail, the white t-shirt

splattered with dirt, the bow and quiver of arrows slung over my shoulder, the knives strapped to my

limbs. “What do you mean?” I yelped, taking a staggering step backwards. She turned and glared at

me, blue eyes blazing deep into my soul. I had a feeling she had x-ray vision, but she wasn’t seeing

my bones. More likely she was staring into my deepest fears, my happiest moments and my worst

moments. 

“Oh.” I said. “Uh-”

“Girl, what are you wearing?! Where is your dress? Your crown of gold?”

“I- Ma’am I don’t-”

“Don’t you ma’am me! Girl, go get into your glad rags for the ceremony. I was told I’d be given an

obedient servant.”

That was when I snapped. “Servent?!” I yelled. “I am not a servant! I don’t care who you are, or

wherever you came from but you can leave me alone!”

“Girl, do not underestimate-”

I pulled my bow off my shoulder and nocked an arrow, aiming it at her chest. “No. Do not underestimate

me. And stop calling me girl. It’s creepy.”

“How dare you?” The woman spat, quivering with anger.

Have an awesome day :)