My story about Alma

This week we have been watching a short video clip and then write a awesome piece of writing. I hope you like my story about Alma😎.

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Alma

On a snowy, frosty and cold day, the town was big as an elephant and some building were big as a skyscraper, some were covered in snow, some were covered in umbrella and others were covered in salt to keep the snow away from the shop. Any ways my name is Alma, I am a little girl.

I was wearing a hat, jeans, a jacket, hand  gloves and a long scarf. I walked until I found a board that had names written on them. So I looked for a chalk to write my name. It was hard to find it because the chalk was white and also the snow, it was camouflaged.

Finally I found the chalk so I picked it up and wrote my name, Alma. Once I finished writing my name. I took off the scarf off my mouth, then suddenly I heard a rattle and a squeaking voice. I turned around very slowly then I saw nothing behind me making the noise. So I went towards a shop that looked like a shark mouth.

I looked in the shop and saw a something, I cleaned the window because it had snow on it, once it was clear to see, I saw a doll that looked just like me. I was scared and I did not know where it came from or who made it. I took a deep breath in and I was not scared any more.

Now I wanted that doll that looked like me but as soon as I looked back at the doll, it magically disappeared. I looked for it and and I couldn’t find it. So I went by the door and looked there to find it, when I looked very carefully, then something captured my eye, it was the doll, it was on the piano.

I tried opening the door but it didn’t work, so I tried pulling it harder, but it still didn’t open. I was angry and sad so I picked up some snow in my hand, rolled it and threw it at the door. Suddenly the door magically opened.

I was happy, so I quickly ran at the door and slowly opened the door. Once I entered the shop, I knew it was a doll shop. It was full of colourful dolls and lots of them. I looked down and saw that I was walking on cobblestones, I never seen one like this before.

Any ways I was inside then I walked slowly to the doll that looked just like me then suddenly, I stepped on a toy. It was a boy on a tricycle. I picked it up then put it back up then the tricycle moved and went to the door and then it bang itself on the door and the door closed.

I didn’t care about it, I could still open it from the inside. So I turned around and grabbed the doll, before I could grab it, the doll magically disappeared from the piano. I looked for it under the piano and then, something captured my eye.

It was the doll and it was on the shelf, I did not know how it got there but any ways. I climbed the shelf and reached for the doll, and the boy on the tricycle was still banging the door, once I touched it’s nose I was getting sruncked. I felt weird and the scary part was that I was in the doll, I was scared, all I could do was to move my eyes. Then I saw another doll by the window and I knew that same girl will come.

THE END