Baden’s Vivid Scene-using adjectives!

 

The melting snow crunched under foot as I trudged my way to the rotting wood shack. The door squeaked open and I piled the damp oak on my shoulders. I closed the door behind me accidentally pinching my frostbitten fingers in the rusty hinges. As I slowly walked back to the house, I spied Layla, my sister, looking scrutinizingly down at me undoubtedly judging my slowness. I stepped onto the porch shaking the muddy slush from my worn out boots. I walked in the stained glass door Immediately hearing the snooty words of my sister.

“Did you remember to grab the ax” 

“Ugggggggg.”