Macey was perched high on a branch in an impossibly tall pine tree in Clover Park. A group of ragged teenagers, around thirteen or fourteen of age, were sitting in a ring on a bunch of slightly lower branches. She was not usually an eavesdropper, but this seemed like something out of a fairytale. Annabelle, the girl Macey had been following, had apparently run away to live in the woods. A few days later, her loyal friends Tabitha, Lola, Ryan and Jonathan had found her and started living in the woodlands with her. A couple of weeks later, they had found out that a gang of cold-blooded murderers planned to kill the farmer who owned the woods, fell them, sell them, and then they would be millionaires in positions of great power. The group of runaways had led them on a false trail and fled. After a year or so of running, fleeing, and basically surviving, they had ended up in this small village. Along the way, one of the boys, Ryan, had disappeared overnight, and they had picked up a stray dog, trained it, and named it Sammy. They were swapping information on their various findings about their supposed assassination at sunrise the next day, as they had obviously split up before this meeting. Macey was so attuned to their conversation the whole time, she didn't notice the sneeze welling up inside her... "Achoo!" She went. She realized that these people were heavily armed; daggers, bows, slingshots, and even a short sword. She also became aware that they were all staring straight at her!
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
My Writing- The Ocean
The Ocean
Waves crash onto fine white sand, a hand caressing the beach.
Driftwood begins a thrilling joyride, tossing and turning with the merciless currents.
Palaces of seashells lie on the ocean floor, with mazes of coral in the courtyards and rooms of salty water.
Breezes blow sand into mini hurricanes, which then set off on excursions down the beach.
The ocean is deep, silent, black, and to be in its embrace is to be suspended in oblivion.
Multicoloured fish dart in and out of the coral reefs, like children, playing in the park.
Menacing sharks hunt in the currents of water, their smirks glittering with malice.
A gentle wind races the tides in the dark night, illuminated only by the soft spotlight of the moon.
Waves crash onto fine white sand, a hand caressing the beach.
Driftwood begins a thrilling joyride, tossing and turning with the merciless currents.
Palaces of seashells lie on the ocean floor, with mazes of coral in the courtyards and rooms of salty water.
Breezes blow sand into mini hurricanes, which then set off on excursions down the beach.
The ocean is deep, silent, black, and to be in its embrace is to be suspended in oblivion.
Multicoloured fish dart in and out of the coral reefs, like children, playing in the park.
Menacing sharks hunt in the currents of water, their smirks glittering with malice.
A gentle wind races the tides in the dark night, illuminated only by the soft spotlight of the moon.
Riddle
I travel but do not move.
I glare but cannot see.
I burn but do not breathe.
What am I?
XIX XI XIV
Decode to find the answer.
Hint: It is a number code in Roman Numerals.
I glare but cannot see.
I burn but do not breathe.
What am I?
XIX XI XIV
Decode to find the answer.
Hint: It is a number code in Roman Numerals.
Sunday, 30 March 2014
The Girl
The Girl
Macey stopped. There was the ragged girl she had seen that morning. Tangles in her hair, dirt on her face, rips in her clothes. Macey had no idea what to make of her. she knew everyone in the neighborhood, so she must be new. But there was only one intermediate in the whole village, and Macey hadn't seen her at school. However, Macey was a slave to curiosity, so she cautiously approached the girl. Just before she reached her, a crowd of teenagers passed in between them. "Hi, I'm Macey." said Macey, only to find she was talking to thin air! The girl had merged into the crowd. Just then, she noticed a hollow in the brick wall the girl had been sitting on. A small corner of paper was peeking out, as if a note had been hastily stuffed inside.
Macey extracted the thin paper with extreme care. Knowing it was not for her, she did not want to tear it. It looked like a half-folded origami swan, screwed up and stuffed in the hollow. It was written in a simple number code, except the numbers were Roman numerals. Macey quickly decoded it, with little trouble. 'Ryan's disappeared. We don't want to assume the worst but we will now rejoin groups. We have no food and as you know the assassination is tomorrow at sundown. We cannot go further, we must stay in this village. Sammy's dead, knife to the throat. Meet at Clover Park ASAP in the tallest climbable tree to discuss. We have a problem that we can't fix. Too risky to put in a note. Good luck, Annabelle' This all made no sense to Macey, but she replaced the note as she had found it and strode over to Clover Park to find out.
Macey stopped. There was the ragged girl she had seen that morning. Tangles in her hair, dirt on her face, rips in her clothes. Macey had no idea what to make of her. she knew everyone in the neighborhood, so she must be new. But there was only one intermediate in the whole village, and Macey hadn't seen her at school. However, Macey was a slave to curiosity, so she cautiously approached the girl. Just before she reached her, a crowd of teenagers passed in between them. "Hi, I'm Macey." said Macey, only to find she was talking to thin air! The girl had merged into the crowd. Just then, she noticed a hollow in the brick wall the girl had been sitting on. A small corner of paper was peeking out, as if a note had been hastily stuffed inside.
Macey extracted the thin paper with extreme care. Knowing it was not for her, she did not want to tear it. It looked like a half-folded origami swan, screwed up and stuffed in the hollow. It was written in a simple number code, except the numbers were Roman numerals. Macey quickly decoded it, with little trouble. 'Ryan's disappeared. We don't want to assume the worst but we will now rejoin groups. We have no food and as you know the assassination is tomorrow at sundown. We cannot go further, we must stay in this village. Sammy's dead, knife to the throat. Meet at Clover Park ASAP in the tallest climbable tree to discuss. We have a problem that we can't fix. Too risky to put in a note. Good luck, Annabelle' This all made no sense to Macey, but she replaced the note as she had found it and strode over to Clover Park to find out.
Frozen Morning
Frozen morning
Sharp, cold breezes canter in the early morning light.
I feel their icy touch.
A golden sun rises through dense layers of clouds.
I see the bright glare of orange.
Steamy mist rises above half-frozen pools.
I feel the moist cold seeping through coats and jackets.
Birds chirp in the shadowy trees.
I hear their joyful song.
Thick ice carpets the bare ground.
I feel the crunching underfoot.
Orange mist swirls around the trees.
I see the dim glow.
Creeks melt and rush swiftly along.
I hear the trickling of running water.
Insects chirp from their perches in the bushes.
I hear their playful orchestra.
Tall bare pines stand tall, their silhouettes jumping out in the landscapes.
I see their dark figures.
By Amy
Sharp, cold breezes canter in the early morning light.
I feel their icy touch.
A golden sun rises through dense layers of clouds.
I see the bright glare of orange.
Steamy mist rises above half-frozen pools.
I feel the moist cold seeping through coats and jackets.
Birds chirp in the shadowy trees.
I hear their joyful song.
Thick ice carpets the bare ground.
I feel the crunching underfoot.
Orange mist swirls around the trees.
I see the dim glow.
Creeks melt and rush swiftly along.
I hear the trickling of running water.
Insects chirp from their perches in the bushes.
I hear their playful orchestra.
Tall bare pines stand tall, their silhouettes jumping out in the landscapes.
I see their dark figures.
By Amy
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Learning Reflections- Week 7
Week 7
This week was amazing! We had a disco on Wednesday, themed '80s', and it was brilliant! Also we had 25 Japanese students from Makuhari Junior High come and stay at 25 lucky host families. They were coming and going, visiting scenic attractions all around the North Island. They learned a lot and I hope they really enjoyed their stay here. This week in maths, I learnt about integers. They are whole numbers, negatives and positives. I also learnt how to add or subtract a positive and negative number. The rule is looks confusing, but it isn't, however, I find it impossible to word.Next week we will have finished number and will move on to measurement, in maths. We had a test to see how much we already know, and I don't really think I did very well. Measurement is definitely not my best area in maths! Extension Writing has started, and I really enjoy it. We do a lot of poetry, which is fortunately my favourite genre of writing. This has been a really great week!
This week was amazing! We had a disco on Wednesday, themed '80s', and it was brilliant! Also we had 25 Japanese students from Makuhari Junior High come and stay at 25 lucky host families. They were coming and going, visiting scenic attractions all around the North Island. They learned a lot and I hope they really enjoyed their stay here. This week in maths, I learnt about integers. They are whole numbers, negatives and positives. I also learnt how to add or subtract a positive and negative number. The rule is looks confusing, but it isn't, however, I find it impossible to word.Next week we will have finished number and will move on to measurement, in maths. We had a test to see how much we already know, and I don't really think I did very well. Measurement is definitely not my best area in maths! Extension Writing has started, and I really enjoy it. We do a lot of poetry, which is fortunately my favourite genre of writing. This has been a really great week!
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
My Writing- Jungle Girl
Jungle Girl
She flits from branch to branch like a fantail.
She leaps from log to log like a tiger.
She runs as fast as a springbok.
She swings from vine to vine like a monkey.
She slithers as silently as a snake.
She climbs as high as a giraffe.
She roars as loud as a lion.
She dances as gracefully as a swan.
She flies as expertly as an eagle.
She swims like a dolphin.
She hops from stone to stone like a rabbit.
She holds as tight as a python.
She thinks as clearly as a human.
She moves as precisely as a jaguar.
She creeps as stealthily as a mouse.
She hunts as skilfully as a cheetah.
By Amy
She flits from branch to branch like a fantail.
She leaps from log to log like a tiger.
She runs as fast as a springbok.
She swings from vine to vine like a monkey.
She slithers as silently as a snake.
She climbs as high as a giraffe.
She roars as loud as a lion.
She dances as gracefully as a swan.
She flies as expertly as an eagle.
She swims like a dolphin.
She hops from stone to stone like a rabbit.
She holds as tight as a python.
She thinks as clearly as a human.
She moves as precisely as a jaguar.
She creeps as stealthily as a mouse.
She hunts as skilfully as a cheetah.
By Amy
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