Writing Standards: Writing Narratives with Detail and Structure (CCSS.W.6.3) Practice Test

On our first night camping at Pine Hollow, my cousin Maya and I followed a narrow trail along the ridge. The air smelled like wet pine, and our boots scuffed grit from the rock. Clouds stacked up, dark as slate, but we were sure we could reach the overlook before the rain. Wind teased the treetops, and the first drop splashed my cheek. Then the sky opened. We ducked beneath the rock ledge, shivering in our damp jackets. Add one sentence here. The storm passed as quickly as it arrived, leaving the world rinsed and dripping. We picked our way back, the trail a ribbon of chocolate mud, and laughed every time our boots nearly slid out from under us. At camp, the tent sagged with scattered leaves stuck to the fly, but our sleeping bags were still dry. We ate granola bars and watched fog crawl up from the valley like breath.

On our first night camping at Pine Hollow, my cousin Maya and I followed a narrow trail along the ridge. The air smelled like wet pine, and our boots scuffed grit from the rock. Clouds stacked up, dark as slate, but we were sure we could reach the overlook before the rain. Wind teased the treetops, and the first drop splashed my cheek. Then the sky opened. We ducked beneath the rock ledge, shivering in our damp jackets. Add one sentence here. The storm passed as quickly as it arrived, leaving the world rinsed and dripping. We picked our way back, the trail a ribbon of chocolate mud, and laughed every time our boots nearly slid out from under us. At camp, the tent sagged with scattered leaves stuck to the fly, but our sleeping bags were still dry. We ate granola bars and watched fog crawl up from the valley like breath.