MY WIERDEST DREAM.


Brrrrrrriiinnnnngggggggg!
There goes the bell. Our class all left the classroom and walked outside.
"Whoa!" someone screamed.
Our school was no longer next to the main road, our school was in the jungle!
"Yum," I said, and reached up to pick a mango. "These are delicious."
A few other people picked some fruit too.
Then suddenly we heard a rumbling noise.
"Its an earthquake!" squeaked a teacher.
"Inside, NOW!" roared Mr. Bunson, the school principal.
We all rushed inside and dived for our desks.
Then, just as suddenly as it had began, the rumbling stopped.
I stood up, annoyed that I had dropped my mango. I looked out the window
"Aaaaahhhh!" I screamed.

To Be Continued

A Poem about Water

Water is good to drink
And around the world there's lots of it
Trapped in clounds until it rains, are drops of water great and small
Every drop of water is made of smaller droplets
rivers, streams, snow and sea are all together water.

My Holidays

In the first week of the holidays my dad and I went to Wellington. We took a car load of plants and tools because we were going to create a friend's garden.
We went on the new ferry and on the ferry we watched most of the movie 'Transformers'. At first the movie didn't have sound, but once it got underway it was cool. Then, when the movie was almost finished, it froze! So Dad and I left.
It took ages for the ferry to dock, but when it did we found out that it was a
'ro-ro' boat (roll on roll off) that means that you dive on the back of the boat and drive off the front.
The next day we began work on Barry, Belinda, Georgina and Lewis's garden.
We had an awesome time and used a winch to pull up, and ,move a bamboo plant.
They loved what we did. We stayed for four more days and then we went back home.