My message to Santa

Marketing Rebecca

Bullying is never okay

   Bullying is never okay.

Writing explanation storyboard

The Best Pet

My opinion on a best pet is a dog for these reasons. Firstly is the entertainment. It could entertain you by doing tricks. Second is that it could keep me company if i’m alone. Thirdly is protection. It could protect my family and I from something or someone dangerous when I am walking or sleeping during the day or even at night. Fourth is a great friend. It could be a great friend when you are down and feeling blue or even when you're happy and full of energy. Last but not least is help. It could help you with so many things especially fetch your things if you are injured.

Victory is ours

It was a freezing night as I stretched in hall waiting patiently as two men set up the Volleyball net.  My palms start to sweat as many thoughts flow inside my head. As I was stretching I thought of what Mr De Toit said to me at dinner.

He said, “Are you gonna take one for the team and maybe make your knee even worse or not play and support on the sideline.” There was a minute left on the clock and I finally made my decision to play. I joined the circle and girls jump up and down with a smile on their face as Mr Hendricks gives us a pep talk. A minute later and the buzzer went off it was time to start the game.

Maeroa Intermediate was ready and so was our girls. Maeroa serves a weak serve and we received it and played it three times. They came back with a powerful spike into a open gap and win the point. Our heads drop as we cover our face with our sweaty hands.

Mr Hendrick’s and Mrs Ramkolowan on the side lines screeching out, “Heads Up girls and receive the ball.”

The next serve was powerful but we managed to win the point. The game went on to fifteen points. As time flew by the score was 14 Maeroa and 13 Glen Innes. I began to feel butterflies in my stomach and my hands start to sweat. I get into a steady position as they get ready to serve. Maeroa finally serves the ball. I receive it with a dig but the ball flies out. My head drop as Madero's supporters rubb the first win in our face.

Mr Hendricks on the sideline Scratching out, “Heads up girls that was only one set win the next.”

Our girls a ready to receive the serve. We come back with a powerful spike that no one could receive. We win the first point. As the game went on 14 for Glen Innes and 14 for Maeroa. It was a tie. Maeroa serves the ball. We spike the ball over the net but Maeroa receives it. I tried to volley it over but it rolls back behind me. Maeroa celebrates the win every one jumping up and down with their hand in the air. The ref blows the whistle but noone can hear him over the loud screams.

He blows it again and howls, “That was not a win, in order to win you have to win by two more points.”

That was our chance. We start the game and win the first point just one more to go. We win the next point. Everyone celebrates besides Maeroa. It was the next set. We swap sides with Maeroa. We get in our positions. Maeroa was already ready and they had their game face on. We serve the ball and win the first point.

Our supporters on the side screeching, “Let's go G.O, let's go” over and over.

As time flies by Glen Innes with a score of 12 and Maeroa with a score a of 9. It was my turn to serve. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as my hands start to sweat. I had so many thoughts flowing inside of my head. My knee starts to ache as I limp behind the line. I serve the ball and win us a point. I serve again but this time is more powerful. I win the next point again. Last point and we won the finals. I could feel my knee getting worse and worse but I try and hide the pain because I didn’t want to come off. Mr. De Toit on sideline cheering me on.

I serve the ball with all my power. Maeroa reserves it but the ball flies out. Everyone start jumping in the air. Hands in the air screaming and crying.

“HURRAY” everyone screeched out loud.

We win the trophy again. We all leave the hall for supper with a smile everyone patting our backs and congratulating us. “What a night, we just made the best memory ever” I said to my team mates.

Reflection of round robin writing

Walht: reflect on round robin writing.

Round Robin Writing

I thought that this was a good idea to do round robin writing. This type of writing has really helped my group and I to think a bit harder to finish off a story that was not written by us. I think that we should definitely do this again because it could really help others to consolidate in their writing especially me because writing is my weakest subject.

Hurricane

The wind howled menacingly like a wolf at the full moon. Lightning licked across the evil sky: a serpent’s tongue tormenting the clouds. The Earth began to shatter.

There I was in a uber stuck in traffic. As I sat there in boredom I had a strange feeling that something was about to happened. That feeling grew and grew. I saw a man sprinting leaving blood marks on the road carrying his daughter.

“RUN, RUN!.” I sat in the uber shaking as my palms start to sweat. Then I felt its appearance.

I turn around and the rough wind smashes the back window. The glasses dashed across my face cutting my skin. Blood ran down my face. Everything was so blurry. I blink more than five times and my vision gets better. Everyone evacuated their cars and ran for help. As I turn around to tell the uber driver to drive he wasn’t there.  He panicked and followed the mob that bolted for help. The roads started to flood so I ran before I got trapped in the car. I saw a empty building and ran inside. I peeked outside the broken window and spectated the action. Tears rolled down my face, my eyes started to puff and my nose went red as a tomato. The wind was so strong it threw many people across the road. I pulled out my phone and rang for help. A kind gentleman picked up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hello please send help please i’m hurt,”I screeched.

The howling wind cut through my words as I spoke so he did not understand a word I said. Seconds after trying to ask for help my phone slips out of my hand and drops into the flood. I quickly picked it up and and tried to get it to run but nothing worked. My phone was officially broken. The water started to fill the the house. The water rises and rises. It was past my hips.

I made a risky choice. I swam as fast as I could searching for help and abandoned houses. As I search and search I saw a Jet ski and a man observing for people to rescue. I howled for help.

“HELP, HELP!.” The man could not hear me instead he viewed another family that needed help so he starts the motor and races to them. I had no chance of getting help. As I swam I cut my leg on a sharp glass. My leg started to bleed, it started to get infected from the polluted water and the cut was pretty deep. I swam and swam searching for something that could stop the blood but I could not spot anything. My hands started to worn out.

Until I spotted a boat. I sprint towards it threw the water. I finally get to the boat on hopped on. I paddle my way threw the polluted water as blood ran down my leg. I had nothing that could stop the blood from coming out. I thought to myself I’m gonna die. Tears rolled down my face, my eyes started to puff. I wiped the tears away and kept on paddling. As I paddle I start to get dizzy. I start seeing black. My lights go out.

“Am I dead.” I start to see lights while I lie in a comfortable bed.

Two doctors on the side “Stay with us, keep your eyes open please.”

“Do you have a name,” they kindly asked.

I replied with, “Rebecca is my name.” I finally reach a room. My lights go out again. Hours after I wake up feeling healthy and better as always. I pull the sheet off and stared at my leg. It was all stitched up and secured. The doctor walked in and explains everything and why i’m here. A rescue team spotted me blacked out in a boat. He said I had little bits of glass stuck in my leg and it got infected from swimming in the polluted water. If he did not take them out quickly and cleaned it he would of had to amputate my leg.

I am very thankful for this doctor. Without his hard work I would of been dead. The doctor stuck his hand out and went for a firm handshake but I ignored it and went in for a hug. I looked outside to see the terrifying hurricane had stop but it was still flooded. I had a smile on my face but not that huge. I was just happy that hurricane had stop. From the building I saw people evacuating their houses and Jet ski with people on their going past. I would of went and helped but I had to rest my leg doctors orders. As I see people getting rescued my smile grew and grew. I was satisfied.

Newspaper art

Walht: write a procedure writing for newspaper art.

Materials:

1. Newspaper
2. White paint
3. Yellow paint
4. Thin paint brush
5. Pencil
6. Glue

Method:

1. Think of a sports possession

2. Practice drawing your sport possession in a book

3. Sketch on a newspaper that has no colour only words

4. Paint over drawing with yellow paint and let some words show

5. Wait patiently for it to dry

6. Paint over yellow again and make sure to let some words show

7. Paint over the yellow with a bit of white paint to give it have a shinny effect

8. Outline your art

9. Add some details

10. Rip around your art to create jagged lines.

11. Stick art on a coloured paper for its background

12. Flattened art with your fingers as the finishing touch.

Acceleration goal

For Term 3 I need to Accelerate in maths and writing. For last Term's results in maths I got a 3A but for this Term I need to accelerate even more and get a 4A. For writing last Term I a 4B witches not bad but I want to accelerate even more and get a 4A.