WHAT I THOUGHT OF THE EXTRACT
I choose this extract because I thought it was interesting and i liked the way it used the English tools such as,figurative language e.g, The journey to Timbuktu binds me, it kidnaps and drugs me. It deceives me” this makes it more interesting because it makes you want to read on an because even though metaphor's were used it still gets its point across in it original form. I also like the way it used personification and similes e.g a river of smoothest glass, a placidity unbroken by wave or eddy, with islands of lush greenery awaiting me like distant Xanadus. Because it makes the sentence more interesting to read.
HOW I NEARLY DIED AT 11 yrs old
I nearly died at 11 yrs old and I'm going to tell you how it arose..................
Its was 3rd of June 2006 I had got up at 7.30 looked outside the window I knew it was going to be a hot summers day because the sun was already beaming down at all the houses on cockerel Rd. So from then I started to get ready for school, I already knew my mum was up because I could smell the sent of sizzling Bacon on the frying pan. As I went into the bathroom to wash my face my mother shouted up the stairs ''Hun breakfast is ready''. In a haste to eat my food i ran down the stairs like a flash of light and into the kitchen I went, to enjoy my delious breakfast. After I had finished I got my bag and set out for school.
As soon as I arrived at school the bell was just about to go so I went to my class 6b. As I got into the class I sat down in my chair and waited for the teacher, when the teacher Mr Backston entered the room everyone stood behind their chairs and welcomed him, after that everyone sat down and waited for their names to be called out in the register. when the morning commotion 'as i called it' finished, the teacher started to read out the names of those who was definitely going to Sicily in the summer holidays with the school. You wouldn't have to be a rocket scientist to work that I was going to be one of the lucky ones that would be picked to go to Sicily. Its was quite obvious I was going to get picked because i was the first to bring in my slip. When I was told that I was going to Sicily my heart lit up like a candle flame in a pitch black cave. I was so happy and I was certain that i would not let anything stop me from going.
It was coming to the end of school and Mr Backston had pulled me to one side to tell me that I was to be at school at 7.30 in the morning on the day that we would be leaving to go to Sicily.
when I got home I had told my mother that I was one of the lucky ones and straight away she knew what that meant. It was like she had read my mind like a physic person.
It was the night before we would leave to go to Sicily and I was so excited and had so much energy like a bag of jumping jelly beans.
As I turned on the hot tap it roared at me like a tiger in a circus but it didn't bother me because I wasn't thinking about that I was just thinking about setting off in the enormous plane.
When I got into my bed I slowly started to drift off to sleep as I was exhausted from jumping about.
It wasn't even fifteen minutes I had been sleeping for before I woke up. I looked at the time and it read 10.15pm, and I thought to myself this could only mean one thing I was wheezy so I asked my mum for my blue asthma pump took two puffs of it and then went back to my bed. Five minutes later I woke up but this time I could hardly breath so I went back down stairs took two puffs of my blue inhaler and then went back to bed.
I woke up again but this this time I was having an asthma attack but it wasn't like one of my ordinary ones it was worst .I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I was terrified. My chest felt like a vice winding around and around but each time it turned it got tighter. I couldn't even call for help. I didn't have the strength and I couldn't take the pain. Why did this have to happen now ?. My mum was coming up the stairs to say goodnight to me but when she came into my room she got a shock, it had looked like I was dead because I had no colour in my cheeks and tears where just rolling down my face like a water fountain. As soon as my mum saw me like this she called the ambulance straight away.
When the ambulance came they put me in the van and started to medicate on me but before I knew it I passed out from the excruciating pain........................
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