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Wednesday, 18 November 2020

High Dive Giraffes

 As they're peacefully walk up the ramp, the sound of the tapping echos into the quiet atmosphere. The leading giraffe guides the tower. 'Clip, clop, clip, clop' the lonely noise fills the air but then.. a clamorous thump made a fright. 'Thump, thump, thump' follows, all of a sudden the tower of giraffes fall down to the ground floor. They struggle to get back up, shaking their legs hopelessly. At last, they get back up and continue to walk the never-ending ramp, single file they slowly march.




Monday, 2 November 2020

"drip drop drip..." Juvia meaning "Rain" in Spanish

 As Alma’s vision started to clear up, she startled and panicked out of confusion. Her eyesight was shaped like fisheyes, round and circular as if it shrunk. Left to right she shifted her eyes continuously breathing heavily. She felt frozen, firm to the ground. Alma hopelessly tried to move her arms and legs, she twitched ravingly, over and over again, repeatedly trying to escape out of this horrifying calamity she had put herself in. As soon as she gave up, her lower part body ached and was too sore to even quiver. She viewed the lonely doll store, she was aware of the new doll that was waiting for the next victim. The sound of the clock calmed her mind, “tick, tock, tick, tock….” . She stayed put as she relaxed her mind, slowly closing her eyes…


“WHERE AM I?!” Alma’s roaring voice cried. It was pitch black, Alma was unable to see anything, she blinked repeatedly, she was confused again.  A young blonde lady holding a lamp smiled at her kindly, Alma figured it out that she looked like her mother. She rotated and noticed her father, pale, blonde and with a long beard. She feels  happy, Alma starts to tear up in joy as she sees both her parents in front of her, wanting to give them a nice big hug. As she ran up to them, they slowly started to disappear in glints and sparkles, gradually floating up into the air. Her tears of joy changed to tears of sadness. She woke up from the distressing nightmare suspecting another new victim will be trapped in this horrendous tragedy.  


Alma hears the dolls' eyes clicking, observing every step the little red head girl takes. Sharp tapping clicks fill the air as the little girl Juvia reaches the chalkboard, the regret will soon happen. As she stretches her hand inside the pocket of her puffy jacket, Juvia takes out a white piece of chalk. She gradually writes her name on the board “Ju-vi-a !” "Drip Drop Drip..." Teardrops falls down from the grey dull sky, Juvia starts to look for shelter as she notices the doll store... A horrible tragedy begins...


























Friday, 16 October 2020

Grid Map : Positions, Directions And Orientation


During maths we have been learning about position and direction using a grid map. We we're assigned to create questions using a grid map of a place of our choice. I have chosen a place somewhere in Tokyo, Japan and wrote questions to find the following grid references below. Using the compass direction, you must be able to find out which direction you would  be travelling from one place to another. 








 

Friday, 18 September 2020

Aroha's Story & Poem

 “Aroha”, love in Maori, meaning “A quality to treat others in an affectionate way”...my parents never treated me like this.


I was taught to be obedient and proper, I had many responsibilities in the house, I need to learn how to be perfect or else my parents would think i’m a failure. I felt lost. It was demanded I abide my parents. All I want is their love and affection…


Cleaning and obeying is all I do, I don’t know who I am,

I’m not me, I’m not you.

My life is full of devastation and I need to cover it with a disguise,

my friends have my back but I’m still dead and broken inside.

I’ve got to do something, I’m on the edge,

I have to be quick before I fall off the ledge.

How am I going to face this?

The old self I miss,

I’m so lost in this never ending abyss.

My overthinking mind hurts from the sadness it brings.

The negative thoughts are overcoming my head. 

 I need to get up, I need to bring back my old self,

my voice needs to be heard as loud as it can

I need to focus on myself, on me and my brand









Wednesday, 9 September 2020