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  1. In my Palm

    03/03/2014 by maddyf

    I keep my tiny, fragile fist closed as the cruel boy slowly comes closer to my pale face. ” Hand it over, Rat. Hand it over now!” Vernon Govvers demands impatiently.

    I can’t though because in my pebble of a fist is an object, that could save my life. An object that is priceless and only comes once in a life time. 

    “Rat did you hear me! Give it over.I want it. Don’t make me have to break your palm to get it.” Vernor Govvers, in my opinion, was not a particularly clever boy and did not have a wide set vocabulary. “W-Why should y-you be s-so int-terested in m-my fist, aft-terall it is-s only tut-tut-tiny and use-less. I d-don’t w-want to s-start a f-fight, un-understood?” But my trembled words are not enough and before I could compromise his knuckles make a nasty contact with my terrified face. I immediately black out in abhorrent pain.

    It’s all worth it because my hand is still clenched and the object is safe.

    What could could be inside the character’s palm? Give a well-though explanation of you point of view. It must be at least 30 or more words, quality.

    Your blog buddy maddyf

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  2. 100wc Week 6

    09/10/2013 by msjm

    I was whispering to myself, ‘Come on just one question!’ I was hitting my head with anxiety. My heart was pounding like it depended on it. If I failed this history test my life will be ruined. And I already have other problems to this. I was whispering to myself, ‘Come on just one question!’ I was hitting my head with anxiety. My heart was pounding like it depended on it. If I failed this history test my life will be ruined. And I already have other problems to think about. Like my sick mum and my older sister’s meltdown. Who cares if 10 year old girls know why a humpback whale’s pregnancy is 5 months. I shut my eyes so hard that they probably fell inside my head. My teacher took my paper away. The next day I miserably opened my eyes. Looking down I was surprised to see 100%!

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  3. My turtle taught me maths

    31/08/2013 by maddyf

    My turtle taught me maths

    He taught me english too

    He was an architect

    And made things go BABOOM!

     

    He taught me biology and chemistry

    He told me what is pie

    He told me my A, B, C’s

    And he taught me how to fly!

     

    My turtle is very smart but he is also very fun

    He taught me how to skip

    And he taught  me how to run!

     

    I love my little turtle

    More than anyone

     

     

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  4. RED

    05/08/2013 by maddyf

    I’m really sorry mater Wolf, it wasn’t me I swear!

    It was my grandma, seeing you in her underwear!

    Next time in the woods don’t follow little reds

    How about blues or pinks instead

    My mamma said see granny it will do you good

    Take this food platter and and take it through the woods

    Take the good path for happy little girls

    Don’t take the bad path that has bad luck wells

    I only did what she told me to do

    I couldn’t do the wrong thing if I wanted too

    So I hopped on my bike and started riding

    Whizzing past, my red cape gliding

    You must have heard me coming by

    Because on the path you swapped the sign!

    The good path was pointing to bad

    And the other way around, what a nasty young lad!

    The bad path I went I followed I did

    But it was when you sniffed me, ooh ‘The Kid’

    When I encountered you I let out a sigh

    I went on the bad path why, oh why!

    You gave me a smile with those big chunky jaws

    And said is that food yours?

    I nodded in reply, I can’t speak to strangers

    My mamma said it is their smarts and dangers

    You asked me where are you off to

    I thought really hard so I pointed the truth

    I pointed to the distant cottage where my grandma stays

    The next thing I knew you were off and away

    I didn’t know where you went so I followed the trail

    I didn’t hear in the distant a petite grandma wail

    I eventually got to the cottage and knocked on the door

    I didn’t hear an answer, I did hear a roar

    I let myself in and looked around

    Everything was perfect safe and sound

    When I got granny’s room I saw you

    Under the covers wearing shoes

    I asked, my what big eyes you have!

    And you said all the better to see you with

    I asked, my what what big ears you have!

    And you said all the better to hear you with

    I asked again, my what big teeth you have!

    All the better to eat you with!

    What, wait, uh oh, run is what I thought

    Before I was almost caught

    But then out of nowhere granny jumped out

    I saw her a second ago did I see her?

    ‘Granny’ I said well I sorta had to shout

    Where have you been?

    Apparently she’d been knocked out

    By you I supposed I had to be

    It couldn’t be anyone else including me

    YOU were about to pounce on my beloved ma

    When a wood cutter came in not very far

    He took out his axe and cut you in half

    He could only do one thing and that was to laugh!

    I really felt sorry for you I did I swear!

    But for a wolf there’d not much to care

    I ate you for dinner with extra salt

    So as you can see it was not my fault

    Little Red Riding hood

    To Mr Wolf who’s grave is in the woods

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  5. Nervous

    05/08/2013 by maddyf

    “Are you sure you’re up this?”The man asked me. I nodded my head I couldn’t back out now. He attached the ropes to my big waist and said”Whenever your ready just fall back and enjoy the amazing experience of bungee jumping in New Zealand!” I closed my eyes prayed and whispered “Thank you”. When I opened my eyes I was upside down looking at trees and dirt below me. I pulled the rope so I could get back on the platform, but pulling the rope was a bad idea and it just made the rope looser. I ended up having to get a firetruck taking me down with a massive ladder because I was too nervous to get pulled up by the man and his own bare hands. The firetruck men were whispering to each other stuff like “We’ve got another fatty on our hands,” or  “I  wish people would have common sense.” I couldn’t blame them, after all they were only saying the truth.

    When I came home I decided that for my next sport I should try something less nerve-racking, tennis. The next morning I put on a white T-shirt and some shorts, I wanted to look good for another activity. When I hit the courts I met my personal trainer. He told me everything I needed to know about technique. After a half hour I finally got to play a game. It was him who was serving because I still didn’t get the hang of that. He served, I received, he hit it back, I slipped on the net. “I’m so sorry.”I told him, but he wasn’t even looking at me he was just staring into outer space. I was too nervous to say the wrong thing so I just backed away, leaving him in complete self-doubt. I decided tennis wasn’t my thing.

    I had a long hard thought about what sport I should try and then it all came to me. I should try ping-pong! It was perfect for me not too much running, quick reflexes and best of all I can buy one to practise on! I told my personal trainer and he agreed too. He took me to his house where he apparently had a ping-pong table. On the outside of his house  it looked like a normal flat but on the inside it looked like a place where trophies and medals and ribbons and plaques are held. I couldn’t believe it I have never seen so many awards in my whole life! Regarding that I only have one ribbon. ‘Basketball honour’, ‘Champion footballer’ Then I was surprised he didn’t get into the Olympics but I was wrong. He won the tennis, water polo and individual rowing! After all my ooh’s and aah’s. He showed me his ping-pong table. I was nervous but it couldn’t get too hard, right? For the next couple of weeks I was gradually getting better and better and fitter and stronger. In one month I shaved off 7kilos!

    For four years I had accomplished some challenges that I never imagined I would. ‘Wellington table tennis champ’, ‘North island table tennis winner’ and ‘New Zealand table tennis champion.’ I was asked to play for the Olympics. Before I even thought about the serious training and the competition, I said yes.

    It was so serious I had too move to a ping-pong practise camp along with four other kiwis. I also made those four  kiwis my buddies. We all slept in the same cabin and it was extremely uncomfortable, sweaty, stinky and cramped. Even though it was terrible we all had fun with each others company. My closest friend was called Dean he had a sense of humour an tended to let out some air during the night. The other boys were called Tyler, James and Ross, I liked them but none of them were as nice as Dean.

    It was finally the day when we travelled to Beijing for the Olympics, I was so nervous that  if someone asked me to stand still, I would be trembling. The order was Tyler then James then Ross then me and Dean was going last. When we got to walk around the stadium representing New Zealand I wasn’t smiling at the camera, I was hiding behind the basketball players. The opening day had arrived but our real open day was 4 days later. When we were waiting me and Dean usually played cards. Of course we cheered and supported the kiwis all the time. On the night before the big day all of the boys including me held hands and told each other that it doesn’t matter if we loose we made it here and that’s good. The next Tyler won James lost and Ross won. So if me and Dean win we get into the finals. I walked on the platform ignoring all the cameras and screaming babies. This was my turn to show people that I can be a champion not a nervous wreck. The game was extremely long it lasted for hours. I didn’t even know my oppositions name! The last point was up to me if I won the point then I would win the game. I served, he it back, I didn’t fall over and smashed it. Everything was silent. Then a round of applause rose from the crowd. I won it I couldn’t believe it. The night after that we all did the same thing as the night before the match. When we turned up at the stadium at 12pm sharp no one was there. We looked everywhere we were all extremely confused. I turned out that the other team had to forfeit due to broken wrists. It only took us seconds to realise what happened, we won! The first New Zealand team to win table tennis ever.

    A couple of years later a man named Sebastian Walker (ex ping-pong champion) was sitting in his lounge room. He was perfectly happy he had two children and a beautiful wife, but there was something missing. Then it came to him he should write a book about his adventure! And that’s the book you just finished reading.

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