The Plastic Mountain
As I walk through what feels like a plastic rubbish dump I feel and hear the different coloured plastic bottles crinkling underneath my muddy feet. The disgusting smell of garbage goes rushing up my nose.
I pick up a green plastic bottle filled with soggy mud. Mum sorts out all the plastic bottles and puts them in giant woven baskets. Behind me there is a gigantic muddy pile of plastic bottles and bags. Dad and my brother are sorting out the clear plastic bottles.
I am feeling sad for all the marine life that this horrid plastic is killing. I turn around I see more plastic spilling from the bridge above us. I am wondering what will happen to all this plastic. Will it go into the ocean and ruin the fishes and the homes of other marine life?
Hi Amelia, Hannah here. I like your writing about The Plastic Mountain because you have used lots of describing words in your writing. I think that you can try not to use I hear, I smell and I feel in your writing next time. From Hannah
ReplyDeleteHi Hannah, Amelia here. Next time I will try not to use I can hear, I can smell, I can see, or I can feel. From Amelia.
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