Thursday, 28 May 2015
In room 2 we have been doing quick writes inspired by photos that Mrs Cameron chose for us. this is my story of what had happened before the photo was taken.
This is mine ...... I hope you enjoy.
I hear the waves crashing against the wood. The seagulls squawking above me, warning me of the storm brewing. looking down in the Gray-green Auckland water I see my reflection staring at me. I freeze. Hesitate. Frozen in my tracks.
I see all of my friends , there are about seven or eight of them here, jeering and laughing at me. And I am regretting taking the dare. Feeling like a caged monkey I look at that sea green water makes my tummy feel like it is doing the Olympics. I looked at my friends, and found they were already staring at me.
For a second I considered saying no to the dare but then I would look like a coward. No. I can do it.
Now with no fear, I climb the wall. As I leap the world seems to go in slow motion, for a second I believe I am free, before gravity pulls me down and just as I hit the water I hear my friends laughter.Then it hits me.The freezing liquid. I gasp. I Swallow the salty water.I need to come up, I can’t hold my breath for much longer, and just before I think I am going to pass out, I break through the surface.
Posted by Brianna evans at 09:37
Tuesday, 19 May 2015
We have been doing a poem called foul shot by Edwin A. Hoey We had to write our own this is mine I have 2.
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike,
Wiping the ball shiny sprinting into the bowl
The results of the last bowl,
The ball leaving her hand in the process Of a Windmill
Spinning through the air in a yorker bowl,
Causing the batsman to swing and miss,
Hovering in the air,
The glorious sound of the ball smacking against the wicket
Waiting to receive the ball
Sprinting to get free
Getting away from Te Mata
Spinning through the air,
Hammering the ground,
Coming to my chest
Smacking my hands and spinning upwards,
Smashing the rim,
Playing it coy,
Posted by Brianna evans at 10:19