On the magical, glorious holidays, my friend and I (Grady) went deep into the jungle where we saw pumas and more. Including other magical and legendary creatures like the one and only, Japanese Sea Lion. It was stored in a see-through glass cage, where a male Sea Lion was put on for show, he was twirling around like a ballerina, almost enjoying the attention by these strange humans. Before I could react, Grady was taken away by this strange man wearing all black, picking up Grady like it was nothing. I ran, looking back and seeing Grady being put into the cage with the sea lion. I was home but before I could settle in, I could hear the deafening screaming of Grady being ripped into pieces by the sea lion. I ran back there and saw the men in black standing there staring and me with that devious smile, while Gradys lifeless body hang there ripped into pieces.

 

 

1. Was my plan detailed and did it include labels and steampunk ideas? My plan had labels and a sophisticated drawing focusing on detail and a steampunk design with goggles, and a hat for a head.
2. Did you list your materials? Yes, I listed my materials with goggles and a hat with toilet paper rolls for the body, popsicle sticks for the legs and wings, a stopwatch for the heart of the dragon and a metal wire for the tail.
3. Did you collect all the materials? No, I did not collect all the materials due to poor communication.
4. Did you take care with the equipment and use the resources responsibly? I did take care of the resources responsibly and the equipment that was given.
5. Did you complete your dragon? Does it match your plan or did you make changes? No, I did not complete my dragon, changes were made during the process of making my dragon.

I stood there, head tall, waiting for the signal. Death went first, spears high, “this was going to be easy” I heard one of them say; in a wispier everyone is meant to hear. Nothing could destroy my will to live, not that easily. We are up next (Jacko Lantern) “Red, black, blue, surrender while you can”, “Red, black, blue, surrender while you can”! All eyes widened, demons turned, surprised. Lanterns cheered “Mabey we can win”? The race started of strong, Death taking the lead, I could feel sweat trickling down my face. If I lose, Everything I’ve worked for is for nothing. “Go Jack, Go Jack”, I could win. I felt it, legs pumping, brain off, field on. 1 2 3 4 5.  I’m going to win”, Everything had led up to this moment, “Go back to where you came from”. I saw the spear held high, piercing through the air, aimed at me…

The storm roared as we rode. People cried begging for mercy, waiting for this nightmare to end. This once Joyful weather had turned into a never ending nightmare. Our bikes whooshed and squeaked on the tropical wasteland. What had “Sunday” turned into? All I wanted to do was get home, but all of my thoughts were washed away by the gruelling sound of “It”. My face tuned pale, draining all of its colour. My so called friend had betrayed me, running cowardly almost peeing his pants. All I could do was watch as it caused a catastrophe. People ran begging for their life. Soon nothing was left, it stared, and spoke, “Good job, you passed”…

It was a battle between light and FIGHT!!! Kids screaming, waiting for their death. Winds howled as if there was no escape to this nightmare. Teachers wailed as kids ran. Just a few hours earlier everything was “calm” now this place had turned into a playground for all types of creatures. We are just food, nothing more. Creatures of all types came rushing in, looking for there next pray. Thunder roared. People were getting swallowed whole by creatures? Hope was lost, there nothing left. “Guys we still have hope, LOOK!” Everyone turned to look towards this miracle, a-a bus. Everyone applauded, not knowing danger was close. We ran like never before, knowing that this might be our last hope. People were still disappearing at an alarming rate…

During Spelling we have been using three of our words to create “Story Starters”. A Story Starter is a sentence that could appear at the start of a novel, to engage the reader to read more. These are the words that our teacher picked: Explode, Galaxy, Tragedy

Explode: I was just caring on with my day in town, when I heard a explosion. “HELP!”

Galaxy: ” TGWEI2085!” Homer (the guy that everyone thought was a fraud) was just reading the news paper and that phrase popped up ” THE GALAXY WILL EXPLODE IN 2085!” 5..4..3..2..1….

Tragedy: Tragedy had struck ” MISSION 105 HAS GONE WORONG, I REPEAT MISSION 105 HAS GONE WRONG!” But all that we could hear was the echo of static. A slimy liquid dripped down from the ceiling, landing splat on the floor.

We did this to not make our wring boring and not just make our story a list. Our teacher said when we do narratives we have to follow rules and cant express our writing. This activity was so we could write free, and not have to follow the basic rules.

97…98…99…10-, the numbers echoed throughout his mind, “Jim, Jim, JIM”. He woke up, head pounding. Sleeping in his own pool of blood. The red liquid trickled down his bed. “JIM, WAKE UP!” The bright light flashes through his eyes, blinding him. “Where am I, who was that, was that all a dream?” He got up from looked like his bed, stumbling towards his glasses on his bedside table. Every step, every breath, every creak sounded like a siren deafening his ears. “Wait a second, I don’t wear glasses,” he looked towards the closet door and ran like never before. His robe fell, exposing nothing but his boxers. Memories flooded through his mind turning pink, first job, first brick, first house, first wife. Nothing matters now. Those were just memories, this is a new chapter of my life. He jumped to a stop. Someone, something just pushed him. “JIM RUN, DON’T LET IT SWALLOW YOU!”,” Chris, is that you?” Everything makes sense now. That thing feed of me with fear. “This is my home now.” He walked towards the door, breath quickened. All his focus went to “The Door”, “GO BACK, YOUR NOT READY!” Click. He took a deep breath and graded her hand, “a- am I in Heaven?”

In maths yesterday me and my friends set out on a mission. We first had to make our own clinometers with dowels and paper, looking for structures to find out the height in meters; we did this by getting the clinometers that we made, measuring tape and a massive protractor. We measured all types of things: walls, goal posts, netball hoops and even a random green crate. But, lets take a step back in time to see how we got here. Well first we learnt all about “Naming Angles,” Acute angles, Right angles, Obtuse angles, Straight angles, Reflex angles, and Revolutions. But, the one we will be focusing on the Right angle for this activity. We also learnt how to use a protractor, the right way. When naming angles we give them names, like ABC or EFG, but just remember that it does not have to be alphabetical. Back to the main activity, after we measured all the objects, we came back into class to get the height. first we turned the metres into centimetres because we can’t fit the measurements into our book. Than we measured the height of our triangle in centimetres, and turned back into meters.

In English we did a “narrative”. We did this to express our ideas in a funky way, not always follow the rules of writing a narrative

 

I stepped out of my room, grabbing my ak-47. “Don’t forget your pistol” mum yelled, “Yes mum.” I walked outside admiring the beautiful day, but not my school. Every day all the kids had to bring a weapon in school, in case of code black. Even the kindy’s brought a Glock. But something felt different. Before I could say anything, Addi the only kid in our school who drove a flying spaceship waved to me. I secretly admired how he could go number 2 while driving. Before I could wave back a brown, wet slug came plummeting down from the sky straight for my face, the aroma hit me like a bowling ball, but I kind of liked it. But I realised that it was Addi’s…I continued with my walk trying to forget about it, looking at the path which had been filled up with Addi’s number two. In that moment made me think about the time I was kidnapped by my own father and had to sit on the floor while he was doing his business. That was a privilege in society. I ran as fast as I could to the school, if I was late, I would be in trouble. Jenu the soccer ball bounced me a hello. “GRASS!” I sprinted towards the grass, before I knew it was up my bum. “YES!” there is a 50% 50% chance for that to happen or YOU TOUCH GRASS. Touching grass in but hole society was a sin, you would be an out cast for the rest of your life. I walked though the gates holding on tight, but principal Skinners came up to my face, a long-wet slug came out of his mouth; Crawling on my face, that means I’m late. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” I ran, ran as fast as I could. I could hear him sprinting after me. Every step made me jump. LA14, That was my class.

 

This is my maths presentation, we did it to learn about graphs. The table is to show our recording of the information. We also had to make a specific question to make sure we did not have a million different answers. Lastly we put the names down so we could keep track of who we asked.