Show, Don't Tell Writing

Show, Don't Tell

I am up to here with you. I'm going to my room.’Aghh why do my parents hate me so much’.Is it my hat or my clothes maybe my hair Whatever it is i’m going to get to the bottom of this.

My door has now got a crack down the middle,because I slammed it so hard. My parents will be fuming.I am so angry that I grab a rock out of my collection and throw it as hard as I could.SMASH goes the window as the rock thumps into it.

I turn to look at my mirror, my tears are streaming down my face at speed and are soon going to flood the town like a tsunami.

THE KEYS:

Say-red

Look-orange

Do-purple

Think-green

Feel-blue