“Bring Bring” the bell died out eventually. Okay class today we will be focusing on our art projects everyone has started umm except for you miss Izzy” she pointed out. “Well I haven’t started because I just joined this school” I thought. The old school that I went to was called Glendowie Primary. My parents moved so I had to enroll to this school Pt Paris Intermediate.
“Izzy you must finish your painting before Friday” Miss Lavakula instructed me all I heard was “blablabla”. “Come sit over here” one of the girls called. I strolled over to see blue streaks of hair slide across my face. “Hi my name is Martha and this is my sister Makayla” She said cheerfully. Her sisters hair was the opposite to Martha is was a vibrant streak of red.” Well would you like to start” Miss Lavakula put a piece of paper in my hand. “Hmm where’s my pencil gone?” I wonder hopelessly probably never to find it. “Do you have a spare pencil my seems to be gone?” “No sorry mine was stolen we have stealers in our class”
So for the whole entire block I spent looking for a pencil. I’m sure I saw one under the table I went to grab it but it disappeared like it was made out of thin air “Something feels wrong” I thought. Wait it was 11:00 shouldn’t the bell had rung I looked for the bell and it was gone just like the pencil. I asked the principal “what happened to the bell” he replied “What bell?” He acted like there never was a bell.
I investigated and a whole heap of things had gone the chairs, windows, cars, teachers even Martha’s sister was gone. I asked “Martha where’s your sister?” before she told me an answer a massive black hole swallowed her “Ahhh” I screamed the black hole turned to me. Was this the end after all these years this is how it ends with Izzy the girl who’s life was a misere about to be eaten alive by a black hole?
“Izzy Izzy!” Martha called you were hit by a ball and started screaming “Black hole Black hole!” Did you have a night mare? “Yes it was a dream to remember” I said
This is a record of my learning during my time at Pt England School. I now attend St Peters College, Auckland.
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Saturday, November 17, 2012
The Shed Narrative by Darius&Crusader
“Ohh why did you drag me out here I was having such a great nap” I said to my step cousin Crusader. “We needed to get out of the house and do something fun” Crusader replied.
So we did. I really didn’t want to go ‘BUT’ my other friend here Crusader was really excited about it. “Man, what's up with the weather today” Darius Said. The trees were swaying from side to side, there were grey clouds, dull skies, I was starting to think that it was a pretty dumb idea to come out here.
The mud under my feet leaving footprints like the CSI investigation program which I watched last night. Unfortunately I fell asleep through the program. I asked Crusader “That looks like a scary house like the house on slender man.” We should totally check it out” Crusader said excitedly “why can’t we just go home and play on the Ps3” I whined. “ You need to get some energy into you” Crusader advised
As we were approaching the barn, blood marks were all over the barn. “Hmm must of been the slaughter house” I said Nervously. All the animals had red eyes and sharp teeth but luckily they were fenced in. “I wonder where the farmer went?” “Hey is that him the?” Darius asked. Sheep gathered around this body of an old man with a white beard just lying there.
We slowly crept over towards the body and saw the sheep digging into the old man’s gut eating the flesh off. It was so horrible I started to gag so much that I thought I was going to spew on my mate next to me.wanted to spew on my mate next to me. Step by step, the animals walked towards us and we were so scared.
So Crusader and I ran all the way back home. We feel really bad because right now, at this moment, all the animals in the world are taking over the world and we are all dying. The End.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Bush Narritive
The pitch black forest gloomed at me as if something or someone was staring at me. Fortunately I saw a bright white sky at the end of the forest the light pierced through past the dark trees. My brother and I were half way to finishing our jog. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain shoot up my left foot.
“Ahhh my foot” I screamed painfully I called for my brother and he helped with the situation that I was in. He told the unfortunate “Sis I think that you might have sprained your ankle and it looks really bad, do you want me to call an Ambulance?” “Yes please” I said. Pain coursed throughout my body I flinched every time I shuffled it. “Damn! I forgot my phone” my brother scolded.
“Here use mine” I said to him he called but he said that we would have to wait for an hour before the ambulance arrived. So instead of waiting in the forest he carried me all the way back to where we started and we waited for so long my foot had gone swollen most of my foot was purple and black.
The ambulance had finally arrived they told me that two weeks rest with ice on it would fix it and that I’ll be fine.
“Ahhh my foot” I screamed painfully I called for my brother and he helped with the situation that I was in. He told the unfortunate “Sis I think that you might have sprained your ankle and it looks really bad, do you want me to call an Ambulance?” “Yes please” I said. Pain coursed throughout my body I flinched every time I shuffled it. “Damn! I forgot my phone” my brother scolded.
“Here use mine” I said to him he called but he said that we would have to wait for an hour before the ambulance arrived. So instead of waiting in the forest he carried me all the way back to where we started and we waited for so long my foot had gone swollen most of my foot was purple and black.
The ambulance had finally arrived they told me that two weeks rest with ice on it would fix it and that I’ll be fine.
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