Paul/Bobs Diary

Tuesday…….	I am now the proud mum of a baby boy named Paul / Bob today is the first day of his life he has 2 new friends Keshia and Abigail and their mums are my best friends Bella and Emelia. He is very shy and quiet.
Wednesday…..	over night my egg went to the supermarket and dropped on the ground but it survived with a crack this is my sister holding him It also it rolled off but I caught it  so it had a good first day.
Thursday…..	Yay he is still alive. last night we went to badminton and got baby sitted by grandma michelle and grandad callum and grandma michelle pulled the worst prank  so grandma michelle put me in a bag and so after 1 hour badminton finished and grandma michelle took me out the gag gave me to grandad callum and smashed the bag on the vending machine. I was very scared
Friday…...	HE DIED a girl in room 3 smashed him

My writing

MY WRITING
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.

MY JUMP

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.

my foul shot

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.

The Bowl

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike,

Wiping the ball shiny sprinting into the bowl

The results of the last bowl,

Waiting,

Sprinting,

Leaning

Wobbling

Wiping,

Hesitating,

Breathing,

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,

Spinning,

Bouncing,

Swinging,

Missing,

And then             

And then

                                                                                             And then

The glorious sound of the ball smacking against the wicket

The win.

AND

Net ball

Waiting to receive the ball

Sprinting to get free

Getting away from Te Mata

Waiting,

Hesitating,

Sprinting,

The ball

Spinning through the air,

Hammering the ground,

Coming to my chest

Smacking my hands and spinning upwards,

Smashing the rim,

Hitting,

Spinning,

Playing it coy,

And then

And then

And then

It falls.