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can someone mark this creative writing for me out of 40 please ? (AQA)

Donna had convinced herself since her formative years that she was not a bold child. She was rather a private person, and often kept to herself. She never disobeyed her adult sister, always did what she asked and never complained about anything else that bothered her. In consideration, she would’ve preferred to call the predicament she found herself in a fluke; she had gotten a little carried away.
She hadn’t got herself into trouble, per se. It was the middle of the night, and the eyes of many were assaulted by the great strobe lights of the Kilton town circus, which combatted with the few rebel posts of stars blanketing the navy sky. The circus only occurred once a year and Donna had consumed every morsel of media surrounding it imaginable; seen every film, watched every article, and read every book. She was transfixed Every year she had been refused by her sister; “You’re not old enough yet!”, but, lo and behold, tonight she was. For her 12th birthday, Donna had asked to be taken to the Kilton circus, and soak in the magical aura of the circus. The whimsical music was drowned out by the boisterous chatter and laughter of visitors~~,~~ and the clip-clop of people on stilts, spearing the sky and **forcing Donna to look heavenward.
She soon found herself standing alone in front of the narrow hallway of warping mirrors, leading to the entrance of the theatre, having let go of her sister’s hand minutes prior; she was in for a big scolding but she couldn’t bring herself to carry any burden of worry. Donna skipped down the path of tilting vertigo, eager to experience the delicious sensation of the magic of Southend circus. People filed behind wearing vibrant colours, just as beautiful in the villainous distortion of the mirrors, long tailcoats and top hats and puffy ball gowns paired with long veils, sipping drinks as rich as honey and eating cakes that looked like clouds. Donna wished that she could purchase them also. She had nothing in her pockets, save for a few oxidised pennies and a photo of the circus she had ripped out of an old article. She folded her arms around her crinkled sun dress ,which she had forgotten to iron the night before and forced her gaze away from the socialites.
She entered the main building, where people were taking their seats, and some performers were rehearsing on stage. The show was already promising; There were bronzed stallions flecked with gold , looking like statues and the companions of Greek Gods and Daring tigers branded with silver stripes roaring for attention. The performers clad in silk; coordinating shades of scarlet and black. The serpentine movement of the acrobats, contorting their bodies into crescent moons with legs placed behind their heads, as they shot arrows of raging fire from their which burst into infernos. A gymnast with a coppery complexion balanced on her arms, body contorted into a crescent moves, ready to shoot an arrow of raging fire into an innocent apple, balanced on a pole. That shot passed through the eye of a needle, thought Donatella. The cloying scent of honey mingled with the faint odour of liquor which reeked of late nights, recklessness and mistakes.
“Don!” She heard a voice shout in the distance. Oh dear! Donna had forgotten to find her sister. She swooped across the theatre, finally spotting the unmistakable veil which covered her hard, stern face. “Promise not to leave my sight again.”
Donna promised.

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