Friday, May 29, 2015

2nd week 6: Hoodwinked

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Hoodwinked.

Once upon a time there was a beautafull and charming little girl. Her name was Little Red and it was her 9 birthday. They call her Little Red because she wore a red cape it was   One day her mother gave her a basket of tasty bread then told Little Red to go into the woods alone once she got in the middle she suddenly  meet a huge and hairy scary wolf then he smelt the delicious tasty bread.”Oh no aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ” little red shouted so she ran as fast as she can suddenly she stopped then started to slowly walk backwards so scared “ grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr aw aw awwwwwwwwww “ growled the wolf suddenly she started to run again. little red ran as fast as she can the wolf could not catch her because he was a slow runner and she was a fast runner. She gave the bird’s her red cloak just to strike him into following the bird’s then suddenly the wolf fell into a river “ i’ll get next time little girl ” said the soaking wet wolf. So Little Red went on to her long journey to her grandmother’s house. Little Red was slowing down she was getting so hungry and thirsty she thought that she was going to dey on her 9 birthday then she got to the supermarket so she got the rest of her money and boalt her a drink for her.

Friday, May 22, 2015

2nd week 5: My Trench Letter



this is my trench letter. I posted it from my inbox to my dive. Then I pasted it on to my free choice writting blog post. 

Friday, May 15, 2015

2 week 4 : blood story

I was in my mum’s car on my way to my aunt and cousin’s house when suddenly we were there so I went inside said “ hello “ to my aunty . I zoomed straight into their shed and then I put the  with my aunt's roller blades on and I tried to roller blades on then I tried coming out of the shed and I had my arm up in the air then suddenly I scraped my armpit on the side of the shed door and I screamed so hard that mum could hear me from inside the house. My aunty herd me as well from inside. So aunty shas had to stich my arm together with stitch's and it stung really bad so I screamed , screamed and screamed then I had to tell my aunty what happened then I had to keep my arm up for a long time until my aunty told my mum to say to me  “ you can put your arm down now “ said my mum. The next day it was still there but it was feeling a lot better. I don’t have it under my armpit anymore. The end.