W.A.L.T. use more complex langue features to enhance our writing.

It was just a normal Thursday afternoon when Charlize was biking home from middle school. Suddenly, she heard a loud SNIP! Charlize stopped riding and looked around. She saw nothing unusual so she keep on biking. SNIP! There was that sound again! She felt an ominous feeling sweep over her. Something strange was happening but she had no idea what it was so she sped home as fast as she could. But before she could reach the safety of her home, she (SNIP!) heard the (SNIP! SNIP!) sound (SNIP! SNIP! SNIP!) again. Charlize was forced to stop in her tracks because there, infront of her, was the most gigantic pair of scissors she had ever seen. They were cutting across the middle of the road, leaving flakes of white paint behind them. Charlize stood, rooted the spot until sense overcame her. She screamed and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.