Absolutely nobody knows how it feels to be a camp toilet unless you are one, staying in the same place seeing the same mouldy hand towel every time I open my eyes, hearing the same constant drip of the leaky tap in my cubicle and of course the same smell that cannot be described.
Oh no someone just walked through the door. Whew they’re only going to wash their hands. The person is turning on the hot tap, but wait a second the girl is walking towards me! She’s undoing a zip on her skirt and now she's pulling down her vivid pink tights to reveal Elmo undies? Anyway she pulled them down as well to show her behind. As soon as she sits down something brown sludges down my side followed by a trickle of yellow liquid, and then she makes a mess of the toilet paper and then doesn't even flush me!
The girl walks out of the small cramped cubicle and then I saw it a stream of sunlight came in followed by the sweet smell of lavenders. Perfectly green grass and cherry blossom trees were in my sights. I wish that one day even for a minute I could be a human and explore out there. I wonder what it would be like.
Great now someone else is coming in, I prepare to be used once more, oh wait it’s Emma! She's coming to flush me! I wish I could tell her how I felt.
Sometimes Emma talks to me about her problems unfortunately I can't reply and reassure that it’s alright. Sadly her school is leaving camp today. Sorry I get really sad when I think about her, sniff.
That means no more being the cleanest toilet at camp anymore. Emma even stuck a label on the side of me that said on it: The cleanest toilet at camp.
Emma was so kind she even flushed me when it wasn't even her business she was flushing.
I know I will always miss Emma but there is a question I am urging to know. Is there really more to this world than endless rolls of toilet paper and hand towels?
Here is the draft
Feedback: I like how you have got a long description
Feedforward: At the start you could talk a little bit more about yourself in the story. Charlotte H
Thanks Charlotte H for the feedback and feedforward.
Evaluation: The hardest bit was getting my plan done because I was itching to get writing. The easiest part was writing my story down, doing the plan really paid off.