This is what the students of Islesford did to get ready to write description. We turned the sentence "I love chocolate cake" into this page-long description. Enjoy the chocolate cake ;).
I was lying down when a warm breeze blew in the smell of something delicious. I sat up and tried to let my nose guide me to it. The scent guided me to the kitchen and there on the counter was a strawberry smothered chocolate cake with melted fudge oozing down the sides. When I saw the cake my taste buds burst, making my mouth a waterfall. I dove for the cake but my mother slapped my hand away, and with a shrill voice she said, “Go to your room, that's my cake!” As I trudged to my room my body flopped around as my feet were dragging. The scent of the cake seemed to be following me just to tease my nostrils. Suddenly, the door of the house slammed shut and I stopped dead in my tracks to listen for movement inside. But all I heard were the sounds of my mother walking away from the house. Excitement flooded my body. I turned and dashed toward the kitchen tripping over myself as I tumbled down the staircase. I stared at the counter to see no cake there. My mother had taken it with her. Suddenly, a tear trickled down my face as I ran to my room. Suddenly, I started sobbing “But I love chocolate cake”