Working With My Critical Friend. By Abdurrahman

Today I worked with Reon to check where I am in my reading. That means Reon is my critical friend. Critical friends helps check my work and take away mistakes. They also tell me what I need to improve

When I was young. By Abdurrahman

Thud! I hit my head on the floor hard. I was on the trampoline and my brother pushed me... hard. It was a cool Saturday morning. It was a nice summer morning and I was thinking a few minutes ago that it would be a great day but I was wrong... really bad. I was playing outside with my brothers. They were both playing Soccer but I felt to tired to play. My brothers had woke me up when they were running around the house running, screaming and fighting. So I took them to play outside. What a mistake... a big mistake. I was 10 years old at that time. Back then I loved playing outside. The things I played mostly played were Soccer and on the trampoline. I would play lots of things on it. Even Soccer.

 Anyway when I hit the hard dirt I started groaning in pain. To make matters worse I hid the place where the dirt was all mounted together because my Dad was dug at that exact place. I got up and feet my head. It had a lump on it. I turn around frustrated and angry. “ Why did you push me off?” I ask him. With an even angrier face he replies “It’s Mum’s fault because she doesn’t let me play XBOX”. When he says this I think ‘Typical, This is what always happens when someone does something mean or bad to him he takes out his anger on someone else’. The thought actually made me laugh.

“It’s not funny”. He says when I tell my mum what happened. “I know it’s really funny” She says. I groan. I hate it when Mum says that it’s really annoying. She says that or ‘I know it’s hilarious’. Anyway she made him say sorry. My brother was still really angry so he started chasing me. It was so funny. His shouting gibberish words that I couldn’t understand. He would always do this. I found it amusing yet scary because he would always go overboard by always picking up something and throwing it at me.

Next time I will always watch out for my brother. He causes an awful amount of trouble. Luckily enough my brothers always fight so watching out for myself might just enough be easy. Even if he gets me I can always fight back. So either way the odds are in my favour.

My Mad Scientist Description- By Abdurrahman

The mad Scientist was in his dark and lonely lab, his name was Vector. He was the most evil and scariest scientist in the world. His lab was underneath the sticky and monstrous pool filled with seaweed. The dangerous scientist kept rats and mice as pets. His dark brown hair was shot around his  head. His eyebrows were more than 5 centimeters away from his eyes. He was short with a big lab coat. He wore big circle glasses (which had the power to look through walls) that he crafted himself. He always spoke to himself (or others with an evil grin that went from one cheek to the other. His pockets were filled with small tubes and pens ( with laser beams).  Whenever he did something he always stared at the thing (or person). He always wore more than 5 fingered gloves to scare everything that came in his way.

My Friends Narrative. By Abdurrahman

On a very beautiful day, Wiremu, Amato and I were playing Soccer on the bottom field at school. It was lunchtime.  Amato and I were against Wiremu. We were winning 6-4. Wiremu kept saying it wasn’t fair. Robby heard and joined his team. With Robby on his team it became a draw.

Halfway through lunchtime the field was mostly filled with people playing with us. Then Wiremu using all his power kicked the ball really hard and the ball almost smashed against Miss Anderson’s head. She quickly ducked and the ball zoomed against her head. She angrily stood straight back up and asked us with anger in her eyes “Who did that?”. Wiremu put his hand up and said “It was me sorry Miss”. Still filled to the brim with rage she confiscated the ball from us  and said if you can’t play with this ball properly than don’t play at all” and with that an argument started. Some people going against Wiremu saying thing like “you shouldn’t have kicked that hard” or “Man, Wiremu why’d you kick it?”. The people that were in his defence said things in reply like “All good’s” or “It’s the teacher’s fault for standing there”. I was in Wiremu’s defense.

When the argument broke up I went to everyone and apologized to saying “It wasn’t anyone’s fault”. Eventually everyone settled down and we started playing other games. Wiremu looked really glad that the problem was solved. By the end of lunchtime everyone was happy (, tired from playing) and had forgiven Wiremu.

Abdurrahman

My Worst Mistake. By Abdurrahman

My Worst Mistake

My worst mistake was when I was about 9 years old. I accidently kicked my favourite Soccer ball at my neighbour’s dog. It was an extremely large canine with teeth as sharp as knives. It’s colour was mud brown.

It all started on a sunny day I was playing with my black ball. I loved the ball very much. The wall and I played passes. Somehow the dog got the ball.

As soon as the fierce beast got it. He bit, chewed and ripped the ball to shreds. I quickly went and knocked on my neighbour’s door. He opened it and saw what was happening. So he ran to the dog and snached the ball from it. I thanked my neighbour and apologized for the trouble.

Once he went inside I looked down at my ball. What do you think I saw? Well I’ll let you know that it wasn’t pretty. My ball was had millions of holes.

From that day on I still wish I had that ball. That was the biggest mistake I ever made. I still wish I hadn’t.

Abdurrahman

I Know Someone... By Abdurrahman

I know someone

I know someone who is

good at defending at soccer.

I know someone who can
make a wooden pencil.

I know someone who
is a balloon because they make people happy.

I know someone who
can walk like a penguin

I know someone who
can twist his thumb back a bit and that someone is me.

My Summer Poem

Crazy days

Running along with the hot summer sand,

Yuck! Dribbled the ice cream on my hand.

Smashing the crabs with my feet,

Trotting about and making a beat.

With my team playing volleyball,

Me oh my! Forgot about the fall.

Closed my eyes to feel the breeze,

Suddenly hit a tree which made me sneeze.

Now, no more dreaming under the sun,

Or I might see a dragon and forget to run.

Watching the sun bounce back to its place,

What a day full of praise.

Hi, this is a poem that I wrote with a huge help from my older cousin. Thank you and please comment on my blog.

My Des Hunt Visit. By Abdurrahman.

The author Des Hunt came to visit us today.He used chemistry and physics to show us how to make it fun.He also showed us some amazing science tricks and talked to us about what he wanted to be when he grows up.I learnt that you have to make your story interesting.