Room 3 GBS

Zoom as we raced across the busy motorway. I looked downwards and could make out faint white lines of paint that we were rushing past. My ears were filled with the sound of car tires whooshing across the grey solid concrete road. I could taste the cool fresh air flowing like a river into my mouth that was wide open at the time. I was surrounded by different shades of green on the leaves of different trees and bushes. My brown hair rustled in the wind. "Are we there yet"I grumbled. "We've only been driving for half an hour" my annoying sister replied.

 By Sarah.