Here are some more writing from our class!
A frosty morning and a cold and blustery day, the fireplace nice and warm to sit by. Our lazy cat snugs into the bed blankets sleeping peacefully not worried about anything. The kids rush out of bed, get dressed have milos and off outside. The snowflakes fall gently onto the kids faces. They make snowballs and forts this is going to be so much fun. One, two, three...
fire! Snowballs land everywhere houses, windows and even on some kids faces. Looking all around I see naked trees, snowmen and snow angels in the air and all around me.
By Jessica W.
I am a chick who loves shopping.
I wonder what it would be like with out any shops.
I hear money clanking .
I see my reflection in the mirror.
I want to buy everything.
I am a chick who likes shopping.
I pretend to be a model when I try on clothes.
I get excited when I see new shoes.
I touch the fabric of the clothes.
I worry about the people who cant afford clothes.
I cry if someone steels my clothes.
I am a chick who likes shopping.
I understand that I cant have all the clothes I want.
I say oh my gosh that looks awesome.
I dream that I have all the money in the world.
I try not to spend all my savings.
I hope that I can get the dress I want.
I am a chick who loves shopping.
By Renae
Slowly walking up the stairs rinsing my hands on the way. I finally got to the top to see the graves of my relatives.
Going to see granddad sobbing inside because I never got to see him.
Walking down the hill towards my family singing the traditional songs that I have rarely ever heard the sound of. Tears dripping on the grass. A quick word from the family.
then the unveiling of the grave revealed the name Warren.
By Connor
Winter
I was drinking hot chocolate and the snow was falling outside. The log burner was burning firewood and heating the room. The flames were orange and red. They flicked and moved. The T.V was on in the background.
The frost covers the plants and they are white. Leaves are falling from the trees and they turn brown. The trees branches are white and bare. There are no flowers in the garden. The roads get really icy. The snow falls on the roof and windscreen of the cars. The cars slide out of control on the icy roads.
By Logan