My Art 2

My Art

My Popsicolour

My Letter

My first hunt

My first hunt BANG, my hopeful eyes stared in amazement at the hare. The smoke from the 22 wafted up my nostrils. The hay from the hay bale itched against my arms and grass tickled against my legs. I was losing my grip on the trigger, "Did I kill it?" I asked Tavi with a determined and pale face... "Yes!" Tavi responded. My face lit up like water in the sunlight and a sideways crescent moon beamed. Then out the corner of Tavi's eye a hare sprints across the field! Tavi snatches the 22 from my grasp and lines the hare up with the gun... BANG, BANG, BANG the hare flees into an armoured, spiked gorse and falls like a bomb from a fighter jet and then, when it hit the ground it was still like a crooked gravestone! When we reached the carcass the frozen body was sinking in a lake of blood. The eye of the hare stared, not blinking. The mouth was open and saliva was dripping from it's tongue. My heart pumped valiantly and felt like it was pushing it's way out if of me. It was a one of the most creepy, awesome, exciting moments of my life, one I'll never forget.

Driving to wellington

“BLLLLL!”  Vomit  drowned  my  favorite  t-shirt. My mouth tasted like a like  hundred  slugs.

‘Wait a minute,’ I told myself. I quietly and quickly  snatched a  t-shirt   and a lake of vomit filled it. Anna stuck her tongue out and her eyes scrunched up like they were being smashed with jack hammers. My hand cautiously picked up the stinky, rotten and green t-shirt. I scrunched up my eyes so as not to look at the Loch Ness Vomit.

My mind was happy at the thought of having the vomit off my lap.

The quiet motor of the car ran along the road. My aching stomach and the smell of vomit kept me awake all NIGHT! The uncomfortable seat bounded me up and down, like a roller coaster up and down, up….

Half an hour later “BLLLLL!” A vomit beard covered my chin. My jaw was hanging open. My chin had grown a beard green with a pinch of Weet-Bix from this morning's breakfast. Dad was driving so there were no snores but the smell of vomit was still floating around the tired car. My stomach ground against my liver. But at least I was getting rest. So eventually I drifted into a dream. And yes it was filled with vomit and snores and vomit beards….

My sketch of a shoe

In Room 4 we had to sketch a shoe that Mrs O brought from home. We tried to use different shades of pencil (2H, HB, B, 2B, 4B, 6B)