The Short Cut

As we exited the bakery I peered back at the baker, capturing his gloominess in my brain. I spin around to see my dad calling me and Elliot
into the car, “Come on Issy!”  Aunt Stephanie says. As we head of I picture the baker’s face once again, memorizing it until it fully sunk in.
Aunt Stephanie starts to photograph the amazing surroundings. “ Wowee, we don’t have a paradise like this in London!” She exclaims,
spinning around to face me, “you and my brother are so lucky to live here!” I think about what she said and opened my mouth to speak,
but just at that second, familiar voices started to overtake my words. But then something out of the ordinary happened…

I flicked my view back to the front of the car, and my face started to beam. I felt as if I were in a cinema, watching a movie premiere. There
he was, Brad Pitt. But he was there, directing the scene. My mind started spinning, firing different images into it, but just left me confused. I
just didn’t get it. After all theses memories, the baker was there. 

They all left and we drove to the lake, eating delicious sammies and drinking cold lemonade. We started swimming in the lake and then he
was there again. But he didn’t have his stern glare on his face, thus his face following with a smile and a bucket load of laughter.  Maybe he’s
never been here and he wanted to follow us and got caught up? Rethinking my thoughts, I thought it wasn’t possible. But anything could be
possible. Just after I let the thought leave my mind, Elliot questioned my dad.

“Uncle Eddie, why is the baker here?” he says making the exact same face whilst pointing towards the unknown face. “Honestly Elliot, I
have no idea. Surely he’s not the same guy.” Cocking his eyebrows, the answer wasn’t very convincing. We all agreed to change the
subject and enjoy our next few hours here. But I just can’t help myself wondering...

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This piece of writing is a continuing the story. My teacher Mr.Norris wrote the beginning 3 paragraphs and I wrote what I was picturing. It's cool because everyone has something different in their writing. 

Speech Feedback and Info

My Speech was about why we should ban palm oil.
If you haven't watched it, there are MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD! So watch my video of my speech or if you prefer read my writing.

So, if you have watched my speech you may notice me saying 'If I was a billionaire, I would make change... ' and so-on.

I would like if you could give me feedback on my speech on this post to help me improve my presentation for next year!

I also hope you quit using Palm Oil!

Sincerely,
Selina

My 2019 Speech Video-Palm oil

This is my speech. I did it on Tuesday in front of the class. I found it quite nerve racking to say it but I enjoyed watching my video with my family. I hope you quit using Palm Oil

My 2019 Speech

This is my speech for this year. I wanted to do it on something that I would like to change or at least get the message out there that palm oil is damaging and destroying our world. I hope you agree with me.

My Narrative-Sapphire

This is a piece of writing where we had the choice of what we wanted to write. This story is about an orphaned boy living with his uncle and aunty at the circus. He makes a friend with an elephant named Sapphire.

Taken-Narrative Writing

This is Taken. I had fun using my imagination to find an interesting plot to this piece of writing. It is my favourite Narrative so-far.

My X-Factor Narrative Writing

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I liked writing this piece of writing because I like writing in sad and nervous emotions. I want to be an author when I grow up. I think I am getting better at writing descriptively for happy emotions.

Polluted rivers

In my literacy group we have been making posters about polluted rivers. I chose to talk about e.coli in the waipaoa river that is affected by e.coli and other bacteria.

Speech

This is my finished copy of my speech. Our topic was 'How I can contribute to this world and make it a better place.' I was trying to work on my sentence starters, organisation and the types of words I have used. I got lots of feedback and feed forward from the teachers and other pupils. I am sure I have reached my goals for this speech. Plastic Bags Have you ever thought of ditching plastic bags? I have. Ditching plastic bags is a great way to contribute to the world and make it a better place. Plastic bags are 100% nasty to the environment and its wildlife. Maybe today is the day that you could think about how bad they are and maybe you could just give up on them. Critically, every year approximately 500 billion - 1 trillion plastic bags are littered worldwide, that is over 1 million per minute! On average, we use over 200 plastic bags each year and only recycle 1 of them. Then about a sixth of the plastic bags ends up in the ocean! There is no such thing as ‘away,’ when we throw plastic away, it must go somewhere. Surely there are lots of recycling bins around town! Furthermore, Did you know that over 100 million marine animals including sea turtles are killed from floating plastic bags? Turtles love to eat jellyfish but when a plastic bags is floating upside down, the turtle comes along and therefore the turtle dies. If you use reusable bags, you will help prevent more and more sea turtles from dying. I believe that Countdown is doing a really good deed by not allowing people to use plastic bags in their shops. Pak N Save needs to catch up because in my opinion reusable bags might take over the world. Especially when so many people including my family use reusable bags. In fact, in Australia all the supermarkets only allow people to use reusable bags and no plastic bags are permitted to be used in the shops at all! Should all supermarkets in the world only allow customers to use reusable bags? What do you think? In conclusion, every bit of plastic still exists… somewhere. So if you are walking around somewhere, or having a cycle even swimming in the ocean and you notice plastic bags floating around,pick it up and put it in a recycling bin and you are making a big contribution to the world!

spooky writing.

We did writing for a spooky event that happened to us. I wrote about a time when I had a sleepover at my friend's house. I was focusing on using powerful words that describe how I was feeling.



Spooky sleepover

“Good night Selina,” Rebecca whispered. “ I’ll turn the lamp on for some more light.” “OK,” I replied as my heavy eyelids dragged me into a deep sleep. The wind howled in the ray of moonlight. The leaves rustled and bustled against the windowsill.

I faintly gasped and shot up out of bed.
“ Rebecca,” I cooed, “Rebecca,” I cooed again. She just groaned and peered at me, then she drifted off to sleep. “ The light switched off,” I called. Still, there was no answer, just another groan in the darkness. My heart sank, I waited there, engulfed in terror, with my eyes locked open.

Aerodrome- next chapter

LI: To show mood in my writing by having good amounts of description, dialogue & action.
SC: I had good action and description in this piece of writing.
I found it hard to have lots of dialogue in my writing.
I enjoyed learning more about adding emotion and mood into my writing.
My writing 

 Aerodrome

Astonished, Toad questioned him in mixed emotions, “ don’t you know who I am?”
“I don't actually, who are you?” the pilot replied in question. Puzzled, he frowned.
Toad, not minding him took a stroll towards the plane, dropping a few hundred bucks on the tar seal runway and he took off into the bright blue sky.
He yelled out to them, a simplifying message: “ see ya suckers,” as he jumped on board. Rat raised his eyebrow and scurried over to the pilot, to pat his back. The pilot’s body drooped, a few tears ran down his cheeks and he dropped to the ground.
Up in the air, Toad heard a beep-bla-beep, it freaked him out. It was coming from the petrol sign. Toad’s eyes widened.
 Toad stuttered a horrible text. “ I… I… I…”  Rat interrupted a hiss, “ say it already!” “ Oh alright! … I’m sorry!” He sorrowed.
At the blink of an eye, smoke puffed and poofed out of the gas holder. Sparks clicked and as soon as he new it, the plane was going down.
Toad felt a vibration beneath his feet. “ Jump!” boomed Mole. Toad obeyed his suggestion. No matter how much he disliked the pilot, he still asked for help.
“ Where are the parachutes?” Toad croaked. “ There attached to the back of the seat,” answered the pilot, in frustration. Toad hooked the parachutes onto his jacket.
Before he knew it, the plane was tipping.