A Night in Motel 6
We were en route to the Grand Canyon. Eventually we found ourselves lost in the state of California driving around aimlessly, desperately looking for a place to stay. Finally we ended up in a deserted town on the outskirts of Cali.
Dad looked at the fuel gage and realised we were almost out so we stopped for fuel. We pulled up to a small, rough 'gas station'. Dad got out, filled the tank, payed for the fuel and then got back into the car no problem. As we drive out of the 'gas station' I spotted bullet holes in the 40km/h sign on the side of the road. We continue to drive down the road, this time everyone in the car spots the bullet holes in every sign, more and more bullet holes as we drive further and further down the street. It was getting dark. We had to find somewhere to stay. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw it. Motel 6.
It was like something from a horror movie. Picture an elderly man with a fishing net trying to retrieve a dead body from the 2x2 pool out the front. We got into our room. We locked the door, locked the windows and drew the curtains. We piled each of our suitcases on top of each other and pushed them against the door. Then all we could do was lie down on our stained mattresses and try to get some sleep.
An entertaining piece of writing and you could definitely build on this for your coursework. I particularly like the variety of your sentence structures and some of teh imagery you create.
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