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Friday, 24 October 2014

100 Word Challange

"Every full moon he comes alive and wanders through the forest" Grandma finally finished the story. 
"So no sneaking out to that forest tonight, understand?" warned Grandma.
"Yes Grandma" I replied. She left the room. There was no way I was to believe Grandma's silly stories.

Although, I had seen that statue before. I had to investigate! 

When I arrived at the midnight black, hooded statue I looked up. The full moon was overhead. I started to think Grandma had tricked me.

Suddenly I saw the sign beside the statue change from "The Black Hooded Statue" to "BEWARE!"

I started to turn around. Then a frozen, bony hand shot out and grabbed me. I slowly looked up, and saw, two red glowing eyes staring at me!

Friday, 17 October 2014

100 WC

                                        .........I could not believe the smell................

The power had been out for about a week now because of the earthquakes. So I took my solar power torch outside. Maybe the wind would cool me down instead of air conditioning on this blazing hot day. I set my torch on the outside table in the sunniest spot. Then I sat down on one of the deck chairs. It's to hot, I thought.

Pointlessly I headed towards the fridge and opened the door.I could not believe the smell! It was soooo pongy! I put everything from the fridge into a bag. That was almost over, Now I just needed to get past the cloud of flies surrounding the bin.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Narrative Writing

                                                   JUST DESERT

 "I'm just going to nip over to that pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin for my supper" said Kathy Nohope to her mum Lucy Nohope. "See you tomorrow."

Kathy Nohope had short dark hair, gleaming eyes, a small square nose and always wore an apron.

As she heaved the pumpkin out of the ground she thought she saw a flicker of light. "It was probably just the street lights she reassured  herself.

Apart from the soft glow of the full moon the night was pitch black. The tombstones at the bottom of the hill cast spooky shadows across the graveyard. The pumpkin patch perched at the top of the dark, prickly, overgrown hill over looking it. However the night was calm and cloudless so Kathy had no trouble getting home to her small dark cottage on the hillside.

When Kathy got home she decided to bake a pumpkin pie with the pumpkin she picked earlier. As she chose a knife out of the kitchen draw she saw the flicker of light she saw earlier at the pumpkin patch. She blew out the candle. There it was again. This was not a trick of the light. She lowered the knife and it grew even brighter. Then a white figure came flying out, it was hovering six inches above the ground and was kind of see through.
"G G G G Ghost!" poor Kathy Nohope muttered.
"You have taken a a pumpkin from the haunted pumpkin patch on the day of the dead Kathy Nohope!" the figure screamed.
"I I It is the day of the dead?" Kathy muttered.
"It is the day of the dead!" The figure screamed, "and you have taken my pumpkin and that is why I must kill you Kathy Nohope!" 
 "Nooooooooooooo!" Kathy screamed.

Two weeks later a new pumpkin sprouted, Kathy's pumpkin. "How would you like pumpkin pie for supper?" A mother said to her small child as they stood in the graveyard, at the bottom of the dark, prickly, overgrown hill, below the haunted pumpkin patch.

Monday, 28 July 2014

Excellence

                                                                    Put Effort in everything you do.
                                                                     Try eXtra hard.
                                                                           Celebrate success.
                                                                          SElf manage.
                                                                      Set Learning goals.
                                                                            Learn to take risks.
                                                                           BE proud of your achievements.
                                                                       Try New things.
                                                                             Complete tasks on time.
                                                                           BEtter every single time.

Friday, 23 May 2014

The Blackout

The Blackout
By Samantha Dryden


Charlotte was biking home from school. It was great being in the fresh air again after a long day of being in a stuffy classroom doing math. She hated math. But none of that mattered at the moment because tonight was her favourite night of the week. Shopping night.

"Can you please pick up that tin of pineapple for me" asked Charlotte's mum as they walked through the supermarket about an hour after dark.
"Sure" said Charlotte. She bent down to pick up the tin.
Suddenly the lights went out.

She couldn't see the tin any more. In fact she couldn't see anything except the supermarket manager just up ahead, his torch shining brightly as he led everyone out of the emergency exit. Charlotte began to follow. So desperate to get out of the dark supermarket that she forgot all about the tin and tripped over it.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't see the supermarket manager's torch light any more. Charlotte was alone . No light. No sense of direction. No one to comfort her. A shiver ran down Charlotte's spine. She knew that when you get lost you are meant to stay put. But Charlotte was afraid of the dark and would try almost anything to get out.Still crying she got up and started to walk forward , arms out in front of her.

Charlotte hadn't gotten far when she walked right into a shelf full of marshmallows. The soft packets rained down over her as she turned to run the other way. This must be the way. Yes. She could see the soft moonlight coming from the glass doors. She could see her mum waiting for her just outside.
She could see the electricity man coming to turn on the lights.




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Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Camp Poem

                                      WALT write a chain poem about our camp experiences.

                                                           

                                                Getting to CAMP takes forever.
                                  The dangerous MONORAIL peached high apon the steep hillside.
              The curved track helping the cart to pick up SPEED
                       The cart is in a RUSH, as long as it is on the track it never stops.
                             Faster than any human can ever RUN.
                                    The carts ENERGY bar forever full.
                              A flash of LIGHTNING one flash and your at the bottom.
                                A dangerous STORM throwing you off balance.

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Living Springs Camp

                                               
                                                 The camp fire was really fun 
                                                   because we sang songs
                                                        and made smores.  


                                                The bouldering wall was really challenging   
                                                                     AND FUN!

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

CHOOSE YOUR CULTURE TREAT IT FOUR WAYS!

we are learning about the elements and techniques of painting. We are able to share our cultural identities through the arts.

 I chose the New Zealand culture for my painting, because me and my parents were born in New Zealand. I researched a few icons but realised that marmite was a good icon to do. I chose marmite because I love marmite and it is well known in New Zealand.

And then I learnt about Andy Warhol and how he said the rules of art were meant to be broken. Andy Warhol created pop art. In this style he chose popular icons and painted them using different colour mixes.

I learnt about the colour wheel and the different colours on it. Such as

PRIMARY COLOURS.  SECONDARY COLOURS  COMPLEMENTARY COLOURS
red, yellow and blue.       made by mixing primary      colours oppisite on the colour
                                                    colours.                                       wheel.                                                    
ANALAGOUS COLOURS                   MONOCHROME
3 colours side by side on the                  3 shades of one colour
colour wheel.                                    
                                                 

We drew a bold design of our icon using a drawing pencil. Then we turned it over and traced it onto A2 paper four times one in each quadrant.

Then we chose the colours to paint our icons,
I chose

COMPLEMENTARY- blue and orange

ANALAGOUS- green, blue and turqouse

BLACK AND WHITE- black, white and grey

MONOCHROME-light purple, dark purple and grape purple

                                 I think my art work was very successful it looks
                                                  AMAZING!