Leavers 2013

The Wild Woods

In Literacy we have been looking at techniques authors use to build tension. We have had a go at writing our own descriptions of a journey through a wild wood. Here are the effors of some of the children.

As the night began in the wild wood leaves cracked behind him. The golden ball began to fade; the light was trapped in darkness. It was terrifying. Shadows were following him as he darted. Then he stopped. It was silence. Then there was a.....BANG!!! Quickly, he ran inside a shelter where he saw shadows. Suddenly he walked on and he saw faces on the trees. Then he rubbed his eyes and it faded. He told himself he’d gone mad. Another and another. Different caricatures were appearing. He could hear voices of the ghost who died in the woods. Then the whistling began.

By Kian

Brave strong courageous fearless, these were things he wasn’t feeling as he staggered into the lonesome forest. Twigs snapped in the undergrowth beside him he didn’t know why he didn’t collapse onto the damp twigs but he wished he had when he turned around. Two sharp piercing eyes like the cloak of miss riding hood stared at him with no room for mercy. It snarled and disappeared into the bush like it was never there. He looked towards the exit but it wasn’t there! He was trapped!

By Eli

As she was walking through the wild woods she began to fear as tears dropped down her eyes like a waterfall running down. She was crying. Crying because it was creepy as trees crushed down the woods. The leaves were being dragged by the angry wind. The dust was getting into her face as she slowly stepped nearer and nearer. The branches were screaming when the powerful wind blew them off. Then next the mud was shouting because the branches where falling on top of the mud. Her heart was pounding like a drum.

By Aishah

Mental Maths Bootcamp

Use this resource to practice solving mental maths problems.

http://www.compare4kids.co.uk/mental-maths.php

The flood

In Literacy we have been learning about journalistic writing. Children have had a go at writing first person accounts of an incident as preparation for including witness statements in their newspaper articles. Here is Eli and Cvonne's work.

There was a deep dark murderous rumble from the beautiful hills. Trees were rapidly disintegrated like they were never there. The stench of death loomed all around. Suddenly black silky water shot up into the grey silent air. Posh cars were bought clean off their feet into the rumbling mouth of the watery cave. Nothing or no one could stand in its way. The lucky survivors made their way up. Up, up to safety. I felt like it was every man for themselves but I couldn’t help worrying, worrying not only for my family but for my friends. My mind drifted away to another world  and I felt tears in my eyes as I saw old, Mrs. Drapper stumble up her stairs but I could save my emotions for later, right now I have to make sure I have a later! I crawled onto my messy roof. For now thankfully I was safe. Eli.

The water was like a bull nothing can stop it when it’s mad. My mum and dad saw the flood so they climbed up to the roof with me in front. As we reached the roof the water was not far behind. I have never seen water move that fast. It was like the world’s fastest car making clones of itself. The flood has started its path of darkness. But the flood is not easily stopped. It was like donkey Kong and donkey Kong Jr were trying to get a golden banana. I asked myself would this change my life now this beast is here or would it be the same?   Cvonne

Bre-nancy and the 13 Plantains.

In Literacy we have been looking at dramatic conventions. Here is Javarne's play script based on the story 'Bre-nancy and the 13 Plantains'

Bre-nancy and the 13 Plantains

Scene 1: In the house Ma-nancy and Bre-nancy are arguing about who should get food.

Ma-nancy:   Bre-nancey get out of the house and get food for me and the children. Don’t make me use this broom!

Bre-nancy: But me nuh have nuh money!

Ma-nancy:   Well get some.

Bre-nancy:  It’s not fair! (sulking)

Ma-nance chases Bre-nancy out of the house with the broom.

Bre-nancy:  Ok I’m going!

Ma-nancy slams the door

End of scene 1

Scene 2: On a dusty road Bre-nancy sees Reggie the bush rat holding lots of plantain.

Bre-nancy: Reggie where did you get all of that plantain?

Reggie:        That a me hard working salary

Bre-nancy: Reggie Can I have some?

Reggie:        No way man!

Bre-nancy:  Please, just for my kids and my wife.

Reggie:        Ok, only this once.

Bre-nancy takes 13 plantains and goes home.

End of scene 2      

Scene 3: Back in the house

Bre-nancy:  Me come back wife with some food.

Ma-nancy:   Me a come.

Bre-nancy:  See here, 13 plantains, enough for you and the kids.

Ma-nancy cooks the plantains and serves the family. There is no food for Bre-nancy so he just sits there with a sad face.

Child1:        Do you want some of mine Dad?

Bre-nancy: No, it’s yours

Child1:        Do you want some? It’s ok.

Bre-nancy:            Well if you insist then yes!

Child2:      Have some of mine.

Child3:        and mine.

Child4:        and some of mine!

All the children give their Dad half of their plantain.

Ma-nancy:  But wait! How much plantain you eat? Huh? Huh?

Bre-nancy couldn’t work it out and quickly left the table and went for a walk outside.

End of scene 3