Thursday, 28 May 2015

Quick Write Photo


For writing we had to write a short story about this photo. This photo was taken in Auckland because there is the skytower in the background. We had to use paragraphs, complex sentences and short sharp sentences that had a noun and a verb. Here is my writing.

It all started as fun. I was with my brother and his friends. We were walking down the old jetty. I came up with the idea of playing truth or dare. It was my brothers turn. He had just been told to run around yelling ‘Hallelujah’. I was still lying on the rough wooden planks laughing my head off.

 I thought that my dare would be an easy one as I was his younger brother. My dare was to sprint off the jetty and into the green sea. I had decided I didn't want to. I backed away. My brother started calling me chicken. Then his friends joined in. They were chanting it now. If I had a time machine, I would rewind the time back to before I came up with the idea of truth or dare.

I wish this was a dream. I closed my eyes and opened them again. It wasn't a dream. Why had I chosen dare. I had to jump. I got ready to run.
I crouched. Gripped my hands firmly to the ground and counted to ten.

One, two, three, four, five. My throat was dry, my heart pounded, my legs shook. Was I ready to go? Six, seven, eight, nine. Well I had to. I had counted to nine now. One second to go. The butterflies had started. I said ten very slowly, it took me five seconds to say it.

Boom. My legs started moving without me even noticing. I was moving faster and faster. My body knew what to do now. I suddenly crouched and sprang into the air. Was I going to make it into the water? I had never thought of this. Would a boat turn up and I would splat onto the fishy floor.

I was flying. My arms out beside me as if I was a bird. I definitely was going to make it into the water. I was whooshing down, closer and closer to the water. I hit something. It was cold. I went right through it. I knew exactly what it was.

By Henrietta Scott

Wednesday, 27 May 2015

My Egg Diary

For keeping ourselves safe we had to look after an egg for a week and make a diary about it. Here is my egg Susy's diary.
Suzy’s Egg Diary
19th May 2015 9:55am
Today Suzy was born at 9am.
She was delighted to see me.
She sat in her seat and read the news about her.
Then she slept until 9:57am.
Here is a photo of Suzy in my hands.
19 May 2015 10:00:14.jpg
20th May 2015 9:40am
Today Suzy is with her grandmother (my mum) so I couldn’t take a photo of her. She slept all morning.
Last night I couldn’t sleep you would think I was worrying about Suzy but no I was freezing.

21st May 2015 10:30am
Today Suzy came to road patrol with me.
I also made her super butterfly Suzy with a cape that had butterflies on it. She had to go to egg hospital because she cracked her head open.

22nd May 2015
Today it was Suzy’s last day with me.
We had lots of fun all week. Even if Suzy got injured.

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

My Foul Shot

In writing we have been focusing on Edwin A. Hoey Foul Shot. We had to find a sport that we were going to focus on. We could choose from basketball, football, netball, cricket, rugby and gymnastics. I chose football. We had to use strong verbs, 2 stanzas and only a limited amount of words. The first stanza had to be about us and the second one had to be about the equipment. Here is my poem.

Foul Shot

The score is 5 all,                                                      
Only 10 seconds left,
The goalie has the grubby ball,
Checks where her opponents are,
Eyes up the spinning ball,
Lifts her leg
Steadily in the air,
Body balances,
And smashes the ball off her leg.

The ball,
Flies like a bird in the sky,
Dips up and down,
And then,
                        And then,
                                                  And then,
Just before it goes over the posts…

Dives down and through the goal.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Writing To The Unknown Soldier

In class we have been writing to the unknown soldier. We had to include complex sentences, short sharp sentences and five paragraphs. Here is my writing.

Dear Unknown Soldier,

As I write to you, I am sitting with my friends in my classroom. I am able to laugh and talk. I can play, run free. I am writing to you to ask you questions and show you what I have learnt about you and all the other soldiers who had to go to the terrible war just for our freedom. We remember you.

Did you even want to go to war? We have heard that you thought it was an adventure. You didn't go to these great places France and England you went to hot, dry Suez in Egypt.Did you ever regret going to war? It wasn't what you had expected but you couldn't go back you were there now. I can’t imagine who you would feel when you suddenly had to go to this dry place and kill.  

How did you feel when you had to go onto the battlefield and kill? All the guns shooting, blood, stretcher bearers and the wounded soldiers with bandages covering their wounds. All the soldiers around you drop to the ground and slowly decompose. How did you feel when your friends died around you? You would be standing in the same spot when suddenly you heard your wounded friend groaning while collapsing to the ground right in front of your eyes. You would see all the white crosses and remember your friends as if they were still standing with you. We remember all the dead soldiers on armistice day on the 11th of November.

Did you miss all the delicious food your mother would cook for you? We know all the soldiers had hardly anything to eat. You would sit around in your tent before bed starving, wanting something to eat. I can’t imagine having only a few things to eat a day or week.

Did you worry the enemy would attack at night? I can’t imagine lying in bed worrying that the enemy would creep up and attack. You would think they were worrying about the same thing too. Did you worry you would get killed? We have learned that lots of the soldiers got killed every minute. I would worry I would get shot and just sprint back to my tent.

Don’t worry about being forgotten, ANZAC day is one of the most important days of the year. Lots of people want to know who you are. If only you could write back, well at least your name.

Yours Sincerely,

Henrietta Scott