Sunday 21 September 2014

Paris



The sun set just behind a hill in the distance. As people swish past you on there unique bycicles. The Iffel tower stood up covering the land of Paris. The smell of fresh bread rolls filled the air as you walked by.  Walking past an entrance way you could see a black hat infront with a mining person in the back. But when the time was right you would be able to sit up on the highest hill and watch the sun set. Paris is a place were romance is found. Paris is were there is 1,000's of fancy restuarant's saround the town. 



Thursday 11 September 2014

The Challenging Run




Pushing our way to the door.Trying to line up in a big long straight line. Stomping our way over to the cricket club. Mr Chittenden raised his voice. "Go and have a seat while you wait" centrys went by as we stay seated on the springy couch.

"9 year old boys and girls go and make your way over to the water trough" as Mr Chittenden bellowed. One foot in front of the other. Tension raced through my body. Glancing at my aquantince. I knew that is was going to me a challenging race. Setting a goal for my run. " On your marks get set go".

My heart was pounding as if I was a fish getting chased by a 4 foot long shark chasing me. I was a red strawberry. Feet pounding there was no stopping now. I was struggling to finish my race.

I was an oven that was cooking at 100 degrease. I was emagining that the grass was hot needle's poking my feet as i ran. As I started to sprint I saw a delicious white ice block in front of me. My feet were stinging with pain.