Writing

As we line up by the court I feel butterflies in my stomach

I feel the sweat dripping down face as the past people are

coming out I feel the pressure when the line starts to go in

As I walk in I smell the disgusting spray paint

As I walk down the catwalk I smell the strawberry fog

As I walk out of the class I smell fresh air

As line up I taste feathers on my mask

As my group Switches Sam's headpiece I taste

sweat coming out from my eyes

As I start to get ready I taste my lunch

As we wait for the past to come off I see all of the

magnificent outfits

As we wait for Sam I see all of the lights beaming

I see all the outfits dazzling underneath the Spotlight

I hear footsteps coming from the hall

I hear screaming from my classroom 

I hear cheering from the hall when we were lining

up on the courts

This week/ last week for were writing about what senses did we feel

 at the wearable arts show