We have been learning about how to write a strong beginning. Here is the beginning of one of my stories.
It was our 4th day on the Gold Coast. The house we were staying at was my grandparents. I was there with my cousins, Matthew and Jake, and my idiotic brothers Tom and Ollie.
Dad rushed through the door saying “Come here! Come here!” I couldn't believe we actually followed him because it was 9pm.
I strolled through the forest it was pitch black. Dad said “Where is that mutt?” in an annoying way. Suddenly out of the gloom, a big hairy beast launched at Ollie, who fell to the ground with a clump. Dad jumped onto the mutt. He put a leash on it. Tom and Matthew picked up Ollie.
I could hear someone was shouting, calling the dog. "Ruby!"