Writing

The boy was watching TV with his dad. He went to his white bedroom and read a book. His bedroom was square. He was reading on a 3 legged stool. He looked like he was 8 years old. They were watching the sunset go down with hills in the background. Huis bedroom was made out of stone, it was hard. He went back to his room. The boy was reading a book about butterflies . Then suddenly all these colourful butterflies came out of a square book. The butterflies had fragile wings. The room started to go blue. At the start he thought reading was dumb. At the end he found out reading was powerful. Instead of watching TV he kept  Reading his wonderful book.