Thursday, 28 November 2013

Pictures in the Mind

I have been practising using words that give readers pictures in their minds.
A few weeks ago, it was a very beautiful day and that was good because it was my whole school Athletics Day. We did cool sorts of events like high jump, long jump and sprints.
First, I went to high jump. The girls lined up and Jaimee’s mum took our names. I waited nervously behind laekin.
When it was my turn, I closed my eyes to calm down. I took a few breaths then I thought to myself, “I can do this. I can do this.” I ran as fast as a cheetah then I scissor- kicked over the bar, and made it over. All of the others made it over too for the first jump.
As we scissor-kicked over the grey bar, Karla, Jasmine’s mum, lifted it up higher and higher. It got challenging. Some of the girls had to sit down because they didn't make it over. Laekin, Charlotte and I were the only other ones left standing. I ran as fast as I could to the grey bar, I scissor-kicked over it and landed on the blue plastic high jump mat. Laekin didn’t make it and neither did Charlotte. I won. I felt proud of myself.

Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Grandads Lesson

Long, long ago, even before my mum and dad were alive, my grandad Uncle Picky lived in a cottage in the woods. His cottage was brown and black wood and had a tin roof. Uncle Picky had black hair and the coolest eyes you could imagine. He had a lovely cottage also everyone who went there loved it, until the accident happened.
On a summery morning, Grandad was really hot so he went fishing. Grandad didn’t know that he wasn’t  meant to be fishing today.
Before he went fishing, he went for a swim. Grandad wasn’t allowed swimming either.
Before he could get out of the water, a rip got Grandad. He tried to swim out of the current but the current was too strong. There was a whirlpool that Grandad was heading straight into. It looked like a swirly lollipop!!!!! Grandad spun around like he was cotton candy on a stick. Grandad went down the whirlpool like he was bungy jumping of the sky tower. Grandad didn’t pass away. He jumped up and out of the current then he doggy-paddled back into shore. Everyone else who was swimming clapped for Grandad. 
“He doesn’t deserve the clap,” said Grandad’s cousin.
Grandad’s cousin who didn’t like Grandad that much was coming on his boat. The boat was coming straight at Grandad as fast as a cheetah but a woman called Janet saved Grandad. She jumped to push his body out of the way. The disaster was that the boat crashed into Grandad’s cottage. Grandad lived with Janet until Grandad’s house was fixed.