Prospective Student

The story below was made by my friend Huelo-Ata and I. I hope you like it.

Dangling precariously off the cliff the boy wonders to himself, will I make it?, or has my time come to an end? But with all his strength that he has left he pulls himself up onto the ledge. A slight of relief came across his mind but he also felt a feeling of anxiousness. Stopping to take a breath, in his sights he sees the karate dojo standing before him. His search had finally come to an end.

As he was walking up the steps, we could see the door. “Knock, knock!” The boy knocked twice. “SQUEAK!” The door slowly started to open and behind the door was the sensei. The boy saw the sensei and bowed not knowing what to do next. The sensei had pointed to his right and shut the door behind him.

The boy was very disappointed so he started to meditate to show the sensei that he was good enough to get into the school. After meditating for a day and a night, he finally knocks on the door again. The sensei opens the door and has the exact same reaction. Pointing to the side the boy gets rejected again.

The boy was very disappointed so he turned around and left the school. As he was walking, he looked down at the ground and his reactions start to change as he get more confident. He was so confident that he kicked the door open and wanted to fight the sensei.

As he was in his fighting stance, the sensei had pointed to the side on more time and he had finally looked to where he was pointing and saw a sign. “Please use side entrance”Looking very embarrassed, he used the side entrance and shut the door behind him.   

Fractured Fairy Tale Story

“Yeah! Wolf is here now. Lets get this party started” said one of the little pigs. They had invited their friends over to celebrate wolfs 21st birthday. Everybody was dancing and enjoying themselves except for one pig .He was sitting in the corner alone. His eyes started to drop and he fell asleep. He had a dream about the wolf being best friends with the pigs and that he would be all left alone. He quickly woke up and realised that no one was there. They had left him. A flicker of anger came across his eyes and at that moment he realized that he would be one of the pigs brothers but the wolfs worst enemy.

After the party, Little Red Riding Hood’s dad told her to take a basket to her grandmother. The basket was full of goodies but there was someone behind the tree who really wanted to have it, it was the  wolf. He had just finished coming from the three little pigs party and now he wanted Little Red. He followed her all the way to the middle of the forest until he saw the two little pigs and knew that there was something wrong.

After a 30 minute walk the evil pig had seen a little cottage and remembered that it was grandmas house. The pig knocked on the door loudly and when grandma answered the door. The pig ate her. He puts on grandma's clothes and jumped into her bed. Red Riding Hood opens the door and saw grandma on the bed. “Hey, grandma why are you so fat?” I ate alot when I was on the trip” replied Grandma. “Why is your nose so big?” “I had plastic surgery” said Grandma. “Why are you so pink?” “Just Give Me The Basket!” The Evil Pig Shouted “Ok here it is grandma” said Little Red Riding Hood.

Little Red knew something was wrong, “Knock Knock!” Someone was knocking on the door. Little Red opened the door and it was their friend, the wolf. “ Don’t give her the basket!!” he said, but it was too late. In the basket was Cinderella's glass slipper. All along the wolf wanted Red Riding Hood because she had mistaken his basket with  hers. .......... TO BE CONTINUED

Story Board for Mysterious Fairy Tale

My friends, Ashleigh, Hueloata and I have made a storyboard about a Mysterious Fairytale. Hope you enjoy.

Nelson Mandela

SER Form

https://docs.google.com/a/ptengland.school.nz/forms/d/1QZyeVVpnoEczjLHCJkSV7ilugbHTZqpn0UlmdGUFsJM/viewform

Above is a little form that Rita and I worked on for our extension project. The extension group are helping our friend that attends Tamaki University for their research about these types of roads. It is about what’s good for walking and what’s bad for walking in SER streets (Self explaining roads).  Please fill out this form if you live on roads similar like these Anderson Ave, Maybury Road and such. 

Cereal Comparison With Mrs Nua

My Narrative

Dashing under the bridge was my best option at this point. What was happening was a torrential downpour! I arrived under the bridge near the train station with my soggy boots and drenched coat. Suddenly a truck tipped over the bridge. I ran across to the where the truck had landed and realized that oil was pouring out of the back and the vehicle and the engine was still running. I grabbed a rock and threw it against the window to try and unlock the door. I felt a heat coming from the back of the truck it was a ......