Tuesday, February 22, 2011

My Descriptive By Edwin Castaneda

When I enter my room, I see my shoes and cloth thrown around. It smells bad and musty. Seems like a tornado hit my room. I clean up my room, fix everything where it's suppose to go, it smells fresh. It even makes me want to stay there forever. My bed is on the right side of the corner. All you can hear in the inside of my home is birds, and cars turning on. My color of my walls is as white as the clouds. The color of the roof is as light blue as the blue sky.
The colors of the four walls and the roof are just like the ocean, makes me visualize it much. I really like how my room looks like when it's day light. I would keep my room clean, so it could look good.

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