I love to read student writing like this:
Jack's feet danced as they touched the blazing sand. He looked to his left. There were picnic tables. He looked to his right. A barren lake was sitting there luring him to it. Jack sprinted to the docks. He dove ten feet deep and swam to the raft. Once there, he cannon-balled ten times. The sky was turning purple over the horizon.
"Jack! We have to go now," screamed his mom.
"On my way," he replied.
That wonderful day must come to an end. Now it was dark.
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