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Friday, September 21, 2018

What our high group were writing about after reading our book about a virus/flue

This is what i thought body changes were when you run...;)

This i why i think we need a library...;)

This is a little bit of my best friends work.. Unfortunately shes not here so i posted it... Hope you like it

This is my research in Germany and what i thought would be interesting for you to read...;)

This is what Room2 have been practising on........personification


This is a bit of my masterpiece of what it was like during cross country.....

         CROSS COUNTRY

During cross country everyone was so stimulated they were also COMPLETELY petrified in what would happen if they came last.  When we were in the line waiting for the teacher to be satisfied with our silence. we were waiting the sky was rumbling the rain was constantly splashing into my face. Cold air spilled into the streets. That made a big effect to everyone nearby. We froze like something admirable was gonna happen. Then the moment came where the annoying bangers had to do their job. BANG there I was in the lead trying my hardest to concentrate on where i was going. I started slowing down. After being in lala land i was reduced in more energy. I felt like I was flying. I dashed through the gate as if there was a zombie apocalypse charging at  me. Trying to be in the lead was a hard task to do. During my run my body was allowing me to rest and let my blood levels slowly drop. During this run i was letting my body feel relaxed.

This is a little bit of my work....


By Shylo
Early in the morning the blazing sun awakens spring with a pleasant yawn she summons the song of birds. Before the crack of dawn she watches the appealing birds sing there melody, With not one complaint. As she stretched her slothful limbs to reach high above. Her eyes awake with the sun n golden glory spring plays with its rays for fun. Striking the sky with plenty of gorgeous colours blanketing the earth. She whistles graceful tunes while finishing her masterpiece. Feeling so sublime she rides the warmth of the wind. Spring favourite flowers gracefully she instills. She lives in the grass with a carpet of true green. In her calm mood she brings us warming showers. promptly her mood can change. A storm formed rage across the land. Terrorising and destroying everything. The darkened skies alarmed winds blow upon her fury caught in funnel clouds rotating the world. As if her harsh languished dreams come unfurled.