Melissa

Melissa

I stared through the polished glass at Melissa, she didn’t look like herself, the strange people changed her. They had made her look like a princess then put her asleep...

Her fringe was pulled back and on her head there were fancy ferns  made out of silver and placed together so carefully that they looked like a crown. The rest of her hair was braided with a golden ribbon, yellow and grey beads were sewn together to make a two layer necklace that sparkled like the sun and shone like the moon.

The strange people put a magnificent dress on her that was golden, silver and pale rose. The frills and bows had gems and diamonds placed in the middle of them and the patterns seemed to dance in front of my eyes. Her nails were painted golden and filed to look like perfect ovals. 

I tugged hard on the glass handle and it opened so suddenly that I stumbled back, almost falling. I laid my hand down delicately on her silken skin and gasped at how soft it had become. I know it was wrong but I didn’t like how perfect she looked, I guess I just missed the old scruffy Melissa. 

This is evidence that I have been writing without being told to.

I have been learning to find pictures that amaze me and describe them in my own words.

I feel good that I have gone so far in my writing abilities if you would like me continue writing like this then comment on this piece of writing.

-Cheers Ashleigh:)