When I looked out my window

I saw thick smoke. What has happened? Only a few days in someone else's country, things go haywire here. Is it me or has the government just started to promote chimney smoking?

I was looking out my window, which is facing the school field, the whole place was covered with the haze. It was so thick that it looked like the place was from some ghost story. And Im all alone right now, while the window seemed to be looking at me with such evil. Im so scared that Im writing this entry in a descriptive composition. The smell of the smoke was strong, making me cough non stop while drops of blood kept spewing off occasionally. Chills ran down my spine as I walked towards the door. But when I peeped outside, the living room was dark. Everyone wasnt at home. i then closed and locked the door. I sat on the chair all alone, shivering, the haze manipulating with my mind. I could not see the beautiful moon though it was mooncake festival. But I could see the cake right here beside my computer. I was confused as why the sky was thickened by the smoke. It was very bad. People said it was bad omen to have smoke at night.

"Whatafark!" I cursed. i cursed because the beauty of the scene outside my window was ruined. "Grrr" I sounded. I sounded like a mad cow because I wanted to release the stress thats in me. "Krr krr" I scratched. I scratched because my armpit was itchy. "Haiz" I sighed. I sighed because there was nothing I can do to lessen the smoke. "Yawn" I yawned. I yawned because Im getting lamer and lamer and I think I need some sleep.
"Snore" I grunted. I grunted because I am asleep..

I realise Im not good at essays..Sigh..