My favourite jumper doesn’t fit! If only it was a bit smaller, I could wear it. I wore it in Japan when it was cold, it kept me warm. I wore it in Clair valley when we were camping. In Perisher, when we were having hot chocolate after snowboarding. Maybe I could squeeze into it? Nope. “Mum!” I shout.“Yeah?” She responded.“My jumper doesn’t fit!” “Oh. Who do you think would fit into it?” She asks. “What? I don’t want to pass it on!” “Ava would.” I stop and think. I love my little sister. I walk to her room. “Take care of it.” “I will.”
I am so devastated. They never should have said yes to putting the surf comp on in 35 knot conditions. Just no. Brett was going out to surf in the comp, even when we had begged him not to. He took a barrel and fell off. Myself and my other best friend Jack thought he was knocked out, and drowned. But Brett is a very strong swimmer and could have got up to air. Call it suicide. After 30 seconds of Brett being under, Jack and I dived in, but the officials held us back. Brett never came up. Again, They never should have said yes.
Ooof! My head, my arm, my, my, EVERYTHING! My name is Rose, and what have you been doing this afternoon? Well I’ve got my head stuck in a haystack. Let’s see how I got here. I was riding my bike back from my friend Fred’s house, running late for tea. Mum would kill me if I was late. So I come zooming down the driveway, (which is very long) and I wave to my neighbour who is a lovely old lady. As I wave, I lose my balance and flip over the handle bars, head first into the haystack. Ouch.
Today, you won’t guess what mess I got into. Right as you are reading this, I am floating on a iceberg in the middle of the Antarctic Ocean. Let’s see how we got here. I was lying on a iceberg near shore when I fell asleep. I was tired from pulling pranks on my brother Tom. He wanted to get me back for my tricks, and that was when he saw me. Gently, to not wake me up, Tom gently pushed the iceberg out to sea. I hope he is in trouble, he deserves it. Now, to pass the time, I am going back to sleep.
This is the picture we based our writing on.
Whoa! Look that ship just toppled over! Are they cars? My kayak rocks back and forth as cars make waves as they fall into the water. Wait is that a dog? It must have been on the ship! Let’s help it it of the water. “Hey doggy! Where’s your owner?” I say as I pull him up. He looks like a border collie. I’m going to take him to land. When we get their I get into my car, but the dog follows me. “Go find your owner,” I say, as the dog tries to leap into the car. ‘‘Oh fine then, lets go.”
The link to our class blog is here.