production recount

WALT to write a detail recount about the 5 star production

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I was biting my lip. Feeling sweaty in one room with thousands of people surrounding me.

I knew soon  that it was going to be our turn to go in the hall. Finally I heard the sound of

“ Room 17 and 18, please come outside and line up in your production lines." Walking in the hot

hall was a nightmare. I saw all these different faces. When I sat on the blue pattern floor,

I heard the muttering of people talking. Later I smelt the make up on the cast's faces- the show was on.

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It was our turn to shine on stage. I was walking zombified on stage. Shining lights blinding my

eyes. Trying to spot my parents when I was doing my zombie actions like a scary robot. Finally I spotted them and they looked scared to death. Hearing the words 'Little luncheonette of Terror's gonna get ya,' to the beat of the zombie actions. Listening to the music made me turn into a zombie. I definitely thought that night that I was the scariest zombie.

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After we did our zombified show they started my favourite exciting upbeat song. "When we do, we do the mango mambo. They'll all be dancing to my feet." I felt it was the most joyful happy song in the production. I saw the happy smiles and people dancing together on stage. Also room 17 and 18 were standing on the blue carpet and acting like they zombies dancing. I absolutely think we did a good job and room 24 did a good job too. I felt so proud.

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The show was done -everything turned into custard because it was our last night doing this amazing musical 5 star show. I knew my parents would say 'Well done, Lucia" a thousand times. I knew I did the very best I could do with my crazy robot actions.That was the last time I was going to do a play at Oratia school. I felt proud of all the practice I'd done to be a part of this 5 star show. THANK YOU TO ALL THE TEACHERS THAT HELPED WITH THE PLAY!

the sadness lion in the world.

The elderly lion was tired, waiting to be rescued from his lonely life on the gloomy grasslands. The sad,dark sky started to cry but the lion was oblivious to the weather and did nothing but cry and feel lonely. Sadness darkened his day feeling nothing but scared and dumped. Wind whipped his blond hair waving it around. Full buckets of water patting on his damp head. Feeling a twist of sadness. 

Ow my tooth

WALT is to have more structure to this story.

I was munching on my apple but the apple didn't agree with me today. Ow!! my tooth. But I just kept on munching on my delicious juicy apple. Suddenly I stopped and felt my tooth and it was really wiggly now. Should I pull it out or leave it? umm.......
I think I should pull it out because-
1. Because of the money that I will get from the tooth fairy.
2. It would stop the pain from my tooth.
3. So it won't annoy me in the night.
Next I yanked it out with my hand but my hand wasn't strong enough to take it out. After that I twisted it back and forth also twisting it around. Until finally it popped out with blood bursting out of my gum as the pain faded away.

Don't write about shoes its mean!

WALT: have perspective writing of a shoe.
         

 I was in a hot stuffy shop, everyone looking at me. I had no idea what they were thinking about. Every night my lovely owner would clean me. One day this woman entered the shop through the door, looking at me, taking the weirdest look at me and my twin sister. I had no idea what this woman was thinking. My twin sister and I shared a look but then the next moment I was in a box, wondering what was going to happen. Was this just a magic dream? No. It was real. A few moments later I was chucked in a box and heard the sound of a slam. That very second I was moving. Something was going on.
I was picked up and then I saw this beautiful face with brown eyes and dark hair. I was so happy that this was going to be my life. I am going to call her Miss Beautiful Coles. Miss Beautiful Coles slid her soft foot into my body. It felt like a massage. Miss Beautiful Coles took her foot out and put me in her messy bag. When I looked to the side I saw a muddy shoe, a black and red shoe. Instead I wanted to see my twin sister. That I was hoping to see. One moment later Miss Beautiful Coles picked me up and put me on the white table with a little muddy shoe, the black and red rockstar shoe. Until I was on the white table I was amazed to meet these young new faces. I was hearing a lot of people saying"I want to write about the black and red shoe ;actually I want to write about the pink shoe.''Did you ask me to write about me? No. So you can't write about me. Oh on someone is writing about me. STOP READING RIGHT NOW!