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Wednesday 22 June 2011

Underneath

I had just moved from London in England. I am a city girl and now I live on a farm in the middle of South Africa. Our farm is about thirty acres and is about twenty meters away from a forrest. I have lived in S.A. for three months and I still haven’t explored the farm. I know we have a few sheep and cows but I haven’t gone outside since we got here ‘cause it’s so blimin hot.

Waking up with crust in my eyes I walked down stairs and ate breakfast. Mum, Dad and my sister Tracy were all eating pancakes. “Did you make me some?” I said in a snarl, “No, your old enough, aren’t you?” Dad replied “I’m only thirteen Dad, and it’s my birthday, “Ooops? Just kidding darling, of corse I made you breakfast.” I think he forgot because he gave me his plate that was drenched in maple syrup. I scoffed down my breakfast as I watched tv.

I dashed up stairs and turned on the shower. I was now thirteen and I feel homesick. About half an hour later I turned off the shower by its head and whipped a towel around me. I gathered some long clothes and chucked them over my head and got dressed. My black cap was sitting on my bedside table waiting for me to pick it up. A red hair tie held my hair above my head as I ran down stairs and popped up in mums face. “Hey mum,” I spoke in a polite voice, “since it’s my birthday, can I go and explore the forest?” Mum had a weary face and with a sigh she she said, “Corse, but put some bug spray on, O.K.” I gapped upstairs and grabbed bug repellent and a back pack. I walsed through the kitchen and filled it with food, “I’ll be back before dark, Mum,” I yelled over the sound of my sister in the shower. “O.K Cameron, be careful.” She sounded worried.

I trotted through the paddocks and over some fences till I reach the edge of the forest. I was really nervous. I made my own path through the first layer of bushes and then there were just tree trunks in my way. I decided to go up the hill. I staggered up the hill and slipped on a few risen roots. Mud trailed up my legs as I splashed through puddles I heard a loud rushing sound. Getting louder as I was getting closer. I reached the top of the hill and bounded towards a large river. “I never knew there was a river stretching across the farm,” I thought aloud. It was so beautiful. Clear as glass on a church window. A row of rocks lined the edges as if someone had done it purposely. The sun glittered on the ripples and water splashed me from the small waterfall up ahead. I gazed at the small waterfall. The waterfall drew me towards it. I was a crystal clear waterfall.

I followed it up a few hundred meters and the view of the farm had disappeared. I kept walking, the river was so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Getting bored, I steered myself away from it. Tripping on rocks and roots I fell down into a ditch. I rolled and tumbled and skidded. Lying in the ditch I could feel I had rolled my ankle. I couldn’t move.

I lifted my head and saw blood, cuts, bruises, leaves and mud all over my body. I flopped my head back and groaned. I was in agony. The pain had now numbed me and I couldn’t feel anything. I tried to stand up and the pain rushed back to my legs. I could feel some splinters

Night fall was upon me. Mum would be worried sick. Coolness wrapped around my cut face. Dark clouds swirled above me and I saw a

Tuesday 21 June 2011

Underneath

I had just moved from London in England. I am a city girl and now I live on a farm in the middle of South Africa. Our farm is about thirty acres and is about twenty meters away from a forrest. I have lived in S.A. for three months and I still haven’t explored the farm. I know we have a few sheep and cows but I haven’t gone outside since we got here ‘cause it’s so blimin hot.

Waking up with crust in my eyes I walked down stairs and ate breakfast. Mum, Dad and my sister Tracy were all eating pancakes. “Did you make me some?” I said in a snarl, “No, your old enough, aren’t you?” Dad replied “I’m only thirteen Dad, and it’s my birthday, “Ooops? Just kidding darling, of corse I made you breakfast.” I think he forgot because he gave me his plate that was drenched in maple syrup. I scoffed down my breakfast as I watched tv.

I dashed up stairs and turned on the shower. I was now thirteen and I feel homesick. About half an hour later I turned off the shower by its head and whipped a towel around me. I gathered some long clothes and chucked them over my head and got dressed. My black cap was sitting on my bedside table waiting for me to pick it up. A red hair tie held my hair above my head as I ran down stairs and popped up in mums face. “Hey mum,” I spoke in a polite voice, “since it’s my birthday, can I go and explore the forest?” Mum had a weary face and with a sigh she she said, “Corse, but put some bug spray on, O.K.” I gapped upstairs and grabbed bug repellent and a back pack. I walsed through the kitchen and filled it with food, “I’ll be back before dark, Mum,” I yelled over the sound of my sister in the shower. “O.K Cameron, be careful.” She sounded worried.

Wednesday 8 June 2011

Fred

Time had come to move on from primary to intermediate. A sad moment for those who are leaving ones best friend. Intermediate will be harder to learn what has yet to be learnt. When you have grown fond of something as big as a school that you have been to ever since you were the small five year old that you were once. When will true life begin, when your…..

“Ok pencils down everyone. Now, could someone read aloud what they have read?” Mrs. Olympus wined, “How bout you Fred? Read us what you have written,”

Wednesday 11 May 2011

What can go up a chimney down, but can’t go down a chimney up?

An umbrella

I have a mouth but can not talk, I have a bed but never sleep, I run, but never walk, I have a bank but no money is in it, What am I?

A river

What has eyes but can’t see?

A potato

You live in a one story house made entirely of red wood, What colour are the stairs?

What stairs, you live in a one story house!

Tuesday 10 May 2011