Concrete jungle

As I hit the atmosphere my mind is full of emotions, as my ship drops faster and faster I feel like I'm in a washing machine being thrown around,I feel the heat come closer like I'm heading for the sun. My parachute flys out and I start to slow down and catch my breath again.

I step on to land and feel the soft dirt in-between my toes, I gaze across the deserted jungle and smell the intense smoke and gas. It was quiet like a sleeping panda, nature had taken over.

The pain in my heart makes me depressed every time I think about it,I feel the loneliness around me. The cold breeze crossed my face as I walk towards my ship for supplies, something to eat or drink I think to myself as I gaze towards the jungle I feel cold and lonely thinking is this the way of life.

For a moment I smell the sweet scent of flowers, the sound of birds chirping as a tear trickled down my face. I had been in a spaceship for 65 years orbiting space and I finally came back to earth and it was a wasteland, polluted waters and buildings turned to rubble. Its not a planet, it's our home.

Term 3 Goals

To set out my draft writing out so I have room to go back and add more detail
To include onomatapea and oxymorons for descriptive writing

To interpret charts and graphs in maths

To stay focused on my work and not become distracted

Wild fires

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