T2+Narrative

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Thursday 23 June

We boarded the bus as usual everyone was making rude gestures and saying bad words but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t mind to much about what happened on the bus. Unless somebody pulled my hair then as if by some kind of instinct I would throw a punch at them. I really hated having my hair pulled it drove me mad.

My best friend is a guy called Dexter, some of my sub friends think its weird but I love hanging out with him I’ve known him my whole life. There is one nasty habit I can’t seem to get out of. And thats putting everything into categories thats right I’ve got best friends, sub friends, enemies, arch enemies and loads more.

Dexter sat down next to me. “hey ugly.” I gave him a hard shove “ow that hurt” He moaned. “so do insults!” We talked for a while about nothing in particular. When we arrived I saw who was waiting for us at the gate. I moaned it was Bryn Wilson. Dexter and I had been arch enemies with him ever since kinda garden. It all stated when I out smarted him in a spelling test, Bryn has always been all brawn and no brains.

“Can’t he just leave us alone” I mumbled angrily. I really didn’t feel like another knuckle sand which. And then I spotted an escape route. Bryn obviously didn’t see the look of surprise on my face. Like I said, no brains. It was a alley between class rooms it looked dark and stingy. I could see moss growing on the ground. I nudged dex and pointed my head in that direction. He smiled. “how come we’ve never seen that before?” Dex whispered. “don’t know” Bryn was getting closer and our escape route was starting to get closed off by him. “three two ONE!!” We sprinted towards the alley way Bryn was caught by surprise.

We rushed past him and through the alley. We had to go single file other wise we would graze our arms. “I think we lost him” Dex panted. We ran out of the alley and into a different part of the school in which I had never been before. Where on earth are we? I thought to my self. I turned around it looked as if the alley was starting to shrink. “We should get back” I mumbled nervously. “wheres your sense of adventure?” He asked enthusiastically. He ran ahead I followed nervously. There were no class rooms around except for what looked like an old shack. Also the colors of everything the grass the sky all looked slightly different. We headed towards the old shack it was seriously run down and had shingles falling off its roof. I looked behind me the alley was about half the size it was before and it also looked as if it was breathing it seemed to move. I pointed this out to dexter but he was to concentrated on the door of the shack. He opened the the door and a green glow filled my eyes. I had to turn away in astonishment.

We turned back to the shed and as if drawn by some kind of mysterious force. We then established that a rock was causing the glow. It was about the size of a tennis ball and it was perfectly rounded “I wonder what it is?” I mumbled. “don’t know” said Dex I reached out and touched the rock I instantly felt it leeching off me as if trying to give me something I don’t know How long I stood there but I soon realized that the alley would be closing off soon. I grabbed the rock and put it in my pocket. “we have to go!” “ok” We ran from the shack only to find that the alley was almost closed. “we might be able to squeeze through if we try” said Dex. I said ok and we squeezed through. It took us what felt like hours to get through and my clothes were stained from all the moss they were covered in. I soon realized that we were in a different part of the school than before. At least this way we were closer to my class. We burst through the door to find my teacher glaring at us. “sit down”

__Thursday 23 June__

**Comment: Like usual Eden, you have very creative ideas and a good imagination. You use interesting language well which makes your stories fun to read.**

**Next Steps - target** **Use punctuation, new paragraphs correctly throughout your writing e.g. when some new is speaking. Also keep in the same tense.**

**Dexter sat down next to me.** **“Hey ugly.” I gave him a hard shove.** **“Ow that hurt” He moaned.** **“So do insults!” We talked for a while about nothing in particular. When we arrived I saw who was waiting for us at the gate. I moaned it was Bryn Wilson.**

We boarded the bus as usual everyone was making rude gestures and saying bad words but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t mind to much about what happened on the bus. Unless somebody pulled my hair then as if by some kind of instinct I would throw a punch at them. I really hated having my hair pulled it drove me mad.

My best friend is a guy called Dexter, some of my sub friends think its weird but I love hanging out with him I’ve known him my whole life. There is one nasty habit I can’t seem to get out of. And thats putting everything into categories thats right I’ve got best friends, sub friends, enemies, arch enemies and loads more.

Dexter sat down next to me. “hey ugly.” I gave him a hard shove “ow that hurt” He moaned. “so do insults!” We talked for a while about nothing in particular. When we arrived I saw who was waiting for us at the gate. I moaned it was Bryn Wilson. Dexter and I had been arch enemies with him ever since kinda garden. It all stated when I out smarted him in a spelling test, Bryn has always been all brawn and no brains.

“Can’t he just leave us alone” I mumbled angrily. I really didn’t feel like another knuckle sand which. And then I spotted an escape route. Bryn obviously didn’t see the look of surprise on my face. Like I said, no brains. It was a alley between class rooms it looked dark and stingy. I could see moss growing on the ground. I nudged dex and pointed my head in that direction. He smiled. “how come we’ve never seen that before?” Dex whispered. “don’t know” Bryn was getting closer and our escape route was starting to get closed off by him. “three two ONE!!” We sprinted towards the alley way Bryn was caught by surprise.

We rushed past him and through the alley. We had to go single file other wise we would graze our arms. “I think we lost him” Dex panted. We ran out of the alley and into a different part of the school in which I had never been before. Where on earth are we? I thought to my self. I turned around it looked as if the alley was starting to shrink. “We should get back” I mumbled nervously. “wheres your sense of adventure?” She asked enthusiastically. She ran ahead I followed nervously. There were no class rooms around except for what looked like an old shack. Also the colors of everything the grass the sky all looked slightly different. We headed towards the old shack it was seriously run down and had shingles falling off its roof. I looked behind me the alley was about half the size it was before and it also looked as if it was breathing it seemed to move. I pointed this out to dexter but he was to concentrated on the door of the shack. He opened the the door and a green glow filled my eyes. I had to turn away in astonishment.

Whatever

Wednesday 22 June

We boarded the bus as usual everyone was making rude gestures and saying bad words but I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t mind to much about what happened on the bus. Unless somebody pulled my hair then as if by some kind of instinct I would throw a punch at them. I really hated having my hair pulled it drove me mad.

My best friend is a guy called Dexter, some of my sub friends think its weird but I love hanging out with him I’ve known him my whole life. There is one nasty habit I can’t seem to get out of. And thats putting everything into categories thats right I’ve got best friends, sub friends, enemies, arch enemies and loads more.



__Friday 10th June__

__Imagination__

Imagination has sparkling blue eyes and flowing blue robes. Imagination does not have a home for he wants his thoughts and ideas to flow. Instead he has a forest with mystical creatures which he likes to have ginger beer and sprite with and discuss there imaginary friends. Imagination does not care what other people think of him for he knows they will never understand his thoughts. meditating in the forest is Imagination’s favorite thing to do.

Lazy Lazy has a fat ass and enjoys burger king he hangs out with pleasure and joy. There is only one way to find lazy and this is to sit on your couch and watch TV and you find him niggling and your soul begging for you to never leave. There is only one person on our planet who does not have any sense of communication and that is lazy. His house is filled with rubbish and mc Donald's packaging and he is practically living in his own filth. The only thing to resemble lazy is a over fead pig