One day I discovered a new island and I got to name it. So, I named it Isha. It was remarkable. There were empty houses all over. It was an island of hills and at the tippy top there was a beautiful pool. It was like someone planned it.
The pool belonged to the nearest house. The house was hot pink and it had a see-through roof that sparkled in the sunlight. The was pretty too. It had ruby rose bushes and yellow and pink all over and in one corner it grew fruits and vegetables. There were bright yellow daffodils and on one side there was a light pink cherry blossom tree. On the other side there was an apple tree. In the other corner there were baby plants and in the very last corder there was a beautiful patch of sunflowers that looked up into the bright sky. But the best of them all was the peaceful willow tree in the center of the garden with lime grass and daisies all around it. It was the perfect place to read, write and work.
I went inside the house. It was very pretty. The living room had a rose colored couch and an emerald green carpet. One room had a writing desk and a canopy bed. There was a door, and so I looked inside. It was a closet with labeled outfits for tea, Halloween and school. I looked in the kitchen and it had a little blue sink with a silver dish washer. The bathroom was purple and the room next to it was blue with a writing desk and reading desk.
I felt happy walking into this mysterious and beautiful place. My heart was beating fast. I didn’t know who had lived there before. I wanted to search every place because I felt like someone was still living there.