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Monday 12 November 2018

Wonderful Waterslide


WALT: Compose a poem about the Waterside


Soaring and Striving like Muddy Pigs

Speed of lightning and screams of excitement


Races were formed and howls of laughter 

Splash Splash Splash as they reached the bottom 


 Scratchy and slippery was what they said

 Different positions as they came down


 Eager to watch but it was done 

Watching the waterside was so much fun.


Thursday 8 November 2018

My fear of Speed.

WALT: write a descriptive recount about Senior Camp.
I wrote about Go Carting my best event at camp because it was so fun driving a mini version of a car.

HERE IS MY WRITING ON GO KARTS

 On Tuesday me and my group went to orienteering it was so tiring walking and walking for such a long time. Then it came to my best event of the whole camp “GO CARTING"


 It was so scary looking at the kart then when I got called up I had to put on this helmet which made me look like I was stuffed with food in my mouth. I had to wait for my turn and so I had to wave the flag there were 2 flags are white one and a black and white. I had to wave the white one if someone was on their last lap so then they know when that it’s their last lap.


 Finally it was my turn I hopped in and I tucked my legs where the accelerators were, there was a green one and a red one. I stepped on the green one and I boosted I let go and I wanted to step on the red one but I was scared if I would just stop immediately. Then I was so scared of going too fast so I went average fast then I slowed down for the 1st and 2nd lap then I just. I stepped so hard on the green pedal so hard I thought it was going to break but I didn't care after. 


 I stopped once and it was where you had to turn 2 times to go on the high concrete hill thing. When I stepped on the green peddle I could feel myself just relaxing it was fun but then I had to jump of. The best part on the go cart was probably speeding up on the hill and racing back down to make the slightest turn.

Thursday 18 October 2018

My Quick Writing


Night Thunder

 In a cottage there lived a young mischievous man who would always get up to no good. But he lived in a world and it had three rules the first one was, always look over your shoulder secondly never trust anyone. Then the last one don't pass the border. So one dark night the man had done SOMETHING that no one had ever done before , then the king of the village came striving in his cottage with a face like thunder. I was so nervous and I realized that I smelt really funny then I looked down and a block of something brown came rolling down my shorts I was so embarrassed I had just realized that I had pooped myself I was so scared and petrified of what would happen to me now. I bet it was something to do with the border, Once when I was a young teen I was tempted to cross the border something was calling me from the other side. I was shoved into a dark brown sack I was surprised I could really fit in it. So I felt brave and anxious so I fell out of the sack and I grabbed my suitcase and ran through a dark whispering forest. I had nowhere to go so I ran for the border and I was getting chased from something. Then something was on me it was like an eagle coming to pick you up and eat you.

Tuesday 18 September 2018

Jacks secret candy store.


Long ago in a small poor village lived a boy named jack he had a poor family and he was one of the poorest but what no one knew was that he found a secret candy store far away from the village he would always go there in times of hungriness his favourite chocolate of all was the melted caramel bar. So one day he was so so hungry he went to the candy store but when he went there he saw that someone had been eating the chocolates. Then he suddenly heard a noise it sounded like he was eating more. After it stopped then it happened again I better check that out he suggested so he did and when he did he saw a little girl she looked really hungry. So then I asked who are you she replied my name is.

The Eyes came to life.


 One dark thundering unusual day there lived a boy. He lived beside a spooky house. And in the house lived an old lady and a old dude. They to me like they were 78 years of age. The old dude had always carry around a fork. It was really weird besides their creepy house. So one bright shining evening the boy heard some screams. It came from the next house , he was confused on what was happening but he wasn't really scared. After the screams had finished so he went out of his house and went to the next door. The door was opened and their were scratch marks. I walked down the isle of painting that were dangling from the walls. Then there it was in the painting was the girl who was missing for a long time she was standing there and her eyes were looking at me and it was like they were following me. After I saw the painting that freaked me out the most their inside the painting stood the old lady and old dude they were telling me something it was like there was something behind me I turned around and it went but something was on the roof standing there was the MONSTER WHO KILLED THEM. DAA DAA DAAAAAAAAAAA