The present description

The Present:

A description of the main character

His big, light sienna eyes were glued to the tv proven to the fact that he was addicted / obsessed with playing  video games.He was wearing a dark lapis coloured jumper and navy blue jeans that were cut off on one side because he had lost a limb.The boy was also wearing a pair of voguish black and white sneakers.Also he had dusty looking brunette coloured hair.His skin was a pale beige and freckles spread across his small but round face.   

Ignorant to everything around him, (his mum and the present) the boy continued playing on the screen in a gloomy, dark space. Depressed, gloomy and ignorant, the boy was to all his surroundings. As the bright, light shone from behind him he squinted in despair. He hesitated but continued playing video games in his dismal aroma.

colour poem-black

WALT - Use figurative language in our writing

Black

Black reminds me of over cooked sausages still sizzling on barbecue

Black is the night sky, a big black blanket pierced by a million speaks of light

Black sounds like chairs squeaking across the lino as the legs are dragged across the polished floor

Black makes feel like I am trapped in a box with no visual way to escape

Black is a black bird going chirp chirp chirp at breaking dawn

Black is the midnight sky shielding me with its black cloak

Black smells like burnt toast popping up from the toaster

Black tastes like hard, salty black liquorice forming a horrible taste in my mouth

Describing Maori life before Europeans came

Seahorse story

Seahorse toy

It was the most magical day of my life.  Her candy like swirls, her pink silky fluff... my future best friend. I saw her out of the corner of my eye. LIZZY THE SEAHORSE. This creature was one of my first friends.

When I was about 3 years old I got my best friend. I went to the supermarket and that is when I saw her... my future companion. I hugged her, all the people around stared at me and some the other kids laughed but I didn't care. I begged my mum to buy it but she refused. When we walked out of the shop through the glass I saw a girl with wavy, blonde hair buy the second to last one when I saw that I was almost in tears. The next day I shooed my dad out of bed. I was ready and waiting

There’s a seahorse at the supermarket and I need!!! It”.“

“Alright alright I will have a look but I am not going to the supermarket in my pyjamas” my dad said in an irritated voice. A few minutes later my dad was finally able to get going.

“There it is, there it is, there it is” I said repetitively

“ It looks hideous!!” my dad announced

I again went and hugged the pink toy. “Fine then” he sighed”. My eyes bulged, I thought it was all a dream but then in a few minutes I was in the car next to best friend.

“What name should I give you?” Cora or Ella Or Sophie maybe Lucy? All these different names where zooming through my mind. I couldn't decide so I chose to ask my mum. My mum suggested to use the name of her old panda ,which is still in a box in her wardrobe,.The panda is called Lizzy. “ Okay” I said.

 

crown on her pink flamingo coloured like fur. She had a two eyes as dark as the pitch black sky. “ What are we going to do now?” I ask her curiously. Then an idea popped into my head.  Chairs squeaked on the lino as I hauled them into my living room. “Camping time” I exclaimed. I arranged all the chair into a big circle and chucked a sheet over the top. Lizzy an I hopped into the tent soon a loud rumbling noise came from outside the tent I took a peek there was nothing there. I was getting suspicious I walked around the tent then Ahhhhhhhhhhh !!! bears bears I rushed back into  my tent. “What are we going to do?.

Then “Caroline” A familiar voice echoed through the passage. Mum was calling  me for dinner. Pizza was lying on the table ready for me to eat.

I am now 9 years old I don’t play with Lizzy so much now but I still have her lying at the end of my bed with all my other toys.

volcano and titanic diorama

Where am I describing ?

The artificial lights shine down on the rough, dirty carpet.
Pieces of beautiful artwork hang from walls and ceilings.
Posters are carefully read by the people inside.
Different voices can be heard inside this place.
“Hey don’t touch that!”
“Stop that's mine”
“Can you get one for me?”
These are all conversations you would here in this place .
Sounds of heavy footsteps and yells can be heard.
Devices are used.
Hands shoot up like rockets here.
Children swarm to areas of excitement like bees around a hive.
There are tables and chairs set around the place.
Books are read and silence is expected at some times.
An adult starts to count down 10, 9, 8,7
 The sound of chairs squeaking surrounds the place
Where am I describing ?