My egg Chicken's diary

Last week the eggs took over when we all had to look after an egg each each day we had to make an egg diary for all 4 days Chicken which is my egg had a great week.

Tuesday...	Today chicken was brought to life he has having a really good day until his back cracked, not the best
Wednesday...	This morning chicken was very saw with because of his back this is him all tucked up really for bed. Harriet is going to egg sit him today.
Thursday...	Its the second to last day for my egg to see his friend, he had so many including Bob-Harriet's egg Mr potato- Annabels and summers egg-eggy minaj.
Friday...	Today it is the last day for chicken and his friends to see each other he has had I really good week

Quick write photo

In class we have been working on a quick write for this we had to use complex sentences and short sharp sentences.  We also had to bass it on this Picture, which had won the Auckland photo competition. 

The seagulls were soaring up above me. As I read that letter, it made the moment of happiness die down.  I wanted to go free. I took off my shoes, felt the rough dry wood of the wharf under my solid feet. I looked around to see if there was any other way. My brother had done this before. I remember the look on his face as he wobbled in. I stood still. Thinking, focusing,  waiting for that moment.

My heart was pounding in beat of the waves. I got ready to jump. My legs gave way and within a few seconds I felt the freedoms streaming through my blood.

Head first into the freezing water. As my wobbly legs smashed into the glassy sea, I then knew I had done it. I forgot all about the letter and my brother but I knew he would have been proud.

Foul shot

With only a few more seconds left on the clock

The scoreboard with only a few

She was just standing there

Thinking

Focusing

Breathes

Waits

As a part of our writing we had to read Foul shot and then make our own poem built around Foul shot. We also had to make sure that each line was a new idea at that we used strong action verbs and two stanzas.

Aiming her body  

Positioned in a place

So the ball could be smacked into the goal  

As the ball comes swinging in

It scrapes the ground

Comes to a stop

Flinging of

In a different direction

Swoops

Flies

Just nicks the ground

And then

                            And then

                                                          And then

Out of the blue

The ball

Into the goal

With one kick

Through and in

Score

Game over

To the soldier that never came home

As a part of our ANZAC inquiry we had to make a piece of writing to the unknown or to the soldier that never came home. we also had to make sure we had about 5 paragraphs and asked some questions built around the things we learnt in our inquiry work.

To 

the soldier that never came home

Since I can not talk to you in person I will write to you. I do not know your name but I want you to know that I have thought hard about the day that you died and how you had put your name down for the people of your country.

What was it like that day when you first tried on you uniform? Where you exited for the big adventure, or nervous for the day that you would leave all your family and friends.

I can not imagine the day that you landed in the unexpected place, with very hot, dry land. How did you feel when you heard all those deafening sounds for the first time? Or when you held a gun that was going to be used to put other peoples live to an end.

Walking through the masses of dead bodies that where your friends, before you knew that you would die, what was that like? Were you there when all of them just fell to the ground with one single gunshot.

I have heard that most of the food you ate was decomposed is that true? was that all you had to eat?

What about the weapons or heavy uniform you had to wear in the hottest days. As well as clinging onto your gun with hot sweaty hands. Screaming for help if you had badly injured yourself or slowly falling to the ground. Did you give up on saving yourself? Or was it too late?

I know I am only 10 years old but I still remember you every ANZAC day because you went out to save the lives of the people you belong to, you died for us all.

Kind regards Mili Kitiona