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 **This peice of writing is a story about a girl called Dana and her house. I chose this peice of writing because i am proud of it and believe that it would be a beautiful house to live in.**

As the wind blew on Dana, she knew the wall was open. “Who forgot to close the water wall?” Dana screamed through her cliff house. As she pressed the button on the wall the wind slowly faded, the water noises slowly died down and piece was restored to the cliff house.

The blue lagoon pool was awaiting her outside. As she pressed the button on the wall once more the wall reopened, the wind returned and the waterfall on the outside of the wall appeared once more. The wind blew in harmony with the house and no water came in. As Dana walked through the waterfall feeling nothing but warmth like which you would feel on a beautiful summer’s day, she smiled at the blue lagoon below. Her house was so perfect and fit into the cliff as if it was intended to be there. Her best friend lived below under the ocean and the slide lay beside Dana for visits to the watery depths below. She turned to look at her house and sighed at the brick house in front of her. The colour of her house was none that anybody had seen on top of bricks. A beautiful blue echoed off the walls as if the water had permanently stained the house.

Slowly she lowered herself into the lagoon and felt her body tingle as the water caressed her skin. As she closed her eyes she thought about her room, light blue walls as calm as the skies above, the shape of her room was not what you would find in an average 14 year olds bedroom, for it was an opal shape. Half the curved wall had a giant window looking out to the sea, just as the veranda that sat outside the window. That was her quiet place, where no one could reach her. Anyone could visit the lagoon or follow her below the water but no one was allowed on her veranda, it was her sanctuary and she treasured it. Just like the reading room was her parent’s sanctuary.

Books lay all over in the reading room, the room was just as messy as a pigpen. It reminded Dana of a very messy library. Four couches lay in the middle of the room making a square shape, a perfectly comfortable place to sit, that is if you find sitting on top of tons and tons of books comfortable. Dana’s parents were writers and received inspiration through all the books they read. There ambition was to create a book that had every genre imaginable and found that reading particular books helped. The room was quite bright and bright yellow paint covered the walls much to Dana’s disapproval. Tidiness was something else that Dana liked, because it helped her stay calm however the reading room was not, by far, the messiest room in the house, no, that was her brothers room.

If you ever wanted to borrow a game, any game at all, make sure to visit Daniels room. Games lay everywhere, under the pillow, on the floor, behind the door, under the bed, behind the curtain and even covered completely by dirty laundry. Most people would call this room the games room, as it resembled nothing to a 9 year old room but no, this was Daniels room and he treasured it, barely ever leaving, and not getting enough exercise that is needed for a boy of his age. However, if he wanted to, all he needed to do was go outside.

Dana was a very athletic girl, loved running around and was quite good at soccer. So when traveled outside she had everything that she needed for her exercise routine. Because her backyard was acres and acres of hills and ovals and even a little soccer court her father had built her only last year. The yard was as beautiful as the stars and was often forgotten in the cold days of winter. As Dana lay in the lagoon, she began to feel tired and slowly walked into her room As she lay on her bed, she closed her eyes in her big cliff house.  

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