Broken window by Josh
On one hot summer day Jarvis was kicking his black and white rugby ball around his backyard. "Yaa," he said.
Jarvis wanted to have one last gigantic kick. Up went the ball, up, up UP! and the ball went so high that Jarvis said, "that ball will have snow on it when it comes down."
Down came the ball. Down, down, down... SMASH!!! just as Mum was peeking out the door beside the window. Mum came stomping out the door and yelled, "Jarvis, you naughty little boy." Jarvis had his hands on his ears because of the loud shattering noise that came from the window and because of the shock he was in.
He was crying so hard that there was a huge puddle around his feet.
"Jarvis, you're grounded for a whole two months and you'll be paying for that window," said Mum.
"I'm so, so sorry Mum. I didn't mean to break the window."
If I was Jarvis I would be kicking the ball at the rugby park.
Athletics by Renee
I find athletics quite interesting but there's one thing I dislike, and that thing I dislike is high-jump.
Now you're probably thinking, "why doesn't she like high-jump?"
Well I'm not actually as tall as a nine year old is supposed to be, I'm only 1 metre 36 centimtetres. So, of course it's going to be hard if the pole's taller than you.
Back to the subject. The thing I dislike is high-jump but now I'm going to tell you the thing I cherish the most. It's long jump, because I'm small I have an advantage! I can run quite fast and jump quite long.
"Now you're probably thinking that, if she's fast them why doesn't she like sprints?"
...well, sprints take all your energy.
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