Sunday 12 December 2010
Thursday 9 December 2010
Wednesday 8 December 2010
Quiddage writing
"WE ARE RICH," I shouted to my self as I was adding up all the money we made for our market day. But it is not over yet that was day one.
From that day on I was certain that the L@ Soupers were going to get the richest business award (well that is what I thought).
As the L@ Soupers snidges grew bigger and bigger my own snidges got less and less as the weeks went on.
"I am wasting all my snidges," I mumbled to my self sadly.
I was like a shoppa-holic buying everything I saw. Well on the bright side it was pretty yummy.
Wednesday 1 December 2010
Athletics writing
"1,2,3 GO!" I said to myself. I threw the discus as far as I could, BUT instead of throwing it out to get a 3 I threw it straight at Mrs Marychurch. It was like a flying saucer, heading straight for her foot. She jumped like she was on a trampoline and she flicked her legs up behind as it soared straight underneath her legs.
"Whew" I slowly mumbled to my self as my heart was pounding. Time to shake it off as we walked over to the high jump. I knew I was going to get a 3 I had been praceing for this but then all of the changed I ran up to the bar knock I tried it again knock this is my last chance to show them what I am made of I run as fast as I can I flick one of my legs over and the the other one I made it Ihad cleared the bar"wwwhhhhhhhhooooo" I shouted I did it again and again until they marked it down on the sheet the Lucy Bleackley had got a 3. By the time it was all over the sun was blazzzzzing hot. And that was my last athletics here at Riverdale.
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