I knew today was going to be one of those Saturdays that never ended. I decided to go to my best friend’s house for a little excitement. Allison has a huge family and there is always something going on. Everyone watches a movie or bakes something delicious. Sometimes, we just walk around the neighborhood for a while. Whatever we end up doing, it turns out to be a good day. I yell to my parents that I’m heading to Allison’s and jump in the car. Maybe Molly and Anne are home, Allison’s older twin sisters. They always have good stories to tell and fun outings planned. Or maybe Allison’s Mom, Mrs. O’Brian, is making something special for dinner and I’ll end up staying all weekend. I park by the mail box, my usual spot, and make the short jog up the drive way.
I never knock on the front door because all of their exterior locks are broken. It sounds unsafe but there isn’t any place I feel safer, other than my own home. I just walk in and yell that I’m here. I could tell the moment I stepped over the threshold that something was not right. The kitchen was spotless. The living room had been tidied and I could hear a faint hum from the vacuum being used upstairs. Suddenly, a small figure comes darting out of the basement. “Danny!” I exclaim, “What are you doing?” I then notice the pile of dirty laundry he has clutched in his hands. He rolls his eyes and sadly announces that Susan, his sister in-law, is coming for the weekend.
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Love the way you start the second paragraph. Put more description into what you do at the house. Give a little more description on how the house looks when Susan is on her way.
I think your topic is great. I only have one thing to say, who is Danny. Are going to explain later on?
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