Quick-Write; Story Starter: Starflight picked up the clue...

  If you were wondering why the title was so long or the "Starflight picked up the clue" part, here is a little exclamation about what I'm doing. We got to choose a story starter to write a quick story, so I chose the story starter, "Starflight picked up the clue". We got to choose what the story was about so mine was 100% about dragons again for the 3rd time.  Here is my quick-ish story down below, I hope you like it. 

Starflight picked up the clue, well, scent really. "Can you smell something? It looks like you can," Glory said, making faces to try and keep her voice calm. "Yes, yes I can. Something... decaying." Mangrove turned a pale green, representing fear. "I'm sure it's not Orchid," Glory explained in a soothing, calm way. Glory whispered, "right Starflight?" "I can't tell." Glory turned a pale red and stamped on Starflight's tail, as black as night, with her front talon. "Ouch! I said I couldn't tell!" Glory gave him a "are you serious" look. "so, uhh, Mangrove, me and Starflight will, ummmmmmm... go and see what has died," Glory added quickly. "Yeah, you wait here. ok?" Mangrove thought for a moment - a loooong moment then finally nodded his head in agreement. "Ok, don't be long. Tell me if you see Orchid!" Mangrove called after them. Glory and Starflight had already started to follow the scent towards a small lake with a waterfall crashing behind it, sending sprays of water towards the two dragons. As they got closer and closer, the smell got worse and worse.

"Ahhh!" Starflight screeched in shock of standing on something squishy. "W-w-what is it?" replied Glory; turning her scales back to their original colour instead of pale green. "Oh, it is just a sloth, you are a silly little black dragon," chuckled Glory. Starflight shot a frown in her direction. "I am NOT little, I am exactly 13 talons and 42 inches," corrected Starflight in his "know it all" voice. Glory rolled her eyes. "Aaaaaanyways, lets focus on the dead sloth instead of how short you are. Starflight snorted a plume of smoke out of his snout in half-agrement. "Look at it's leg," started Glory, "it has a wound spewing with greeny-goey, pussy stuff," she pointed out. Starflight thought he was going to be sick, his face turning a slight green.

"What do you think killed it?" Asked Glory. "I don't know of any wing that has venom besides Rainwings, besides, Rainwing venom bubbles and sizzles when it comes in contact with a living object," assumed Starflight. Glory hadn't listened to half of Starflights exclamation; she had been focused on a strange boulder. "Hey Starflight, look at that boulder over there. It just doesn't feel... right," said Glory, studying the strange rock. Starflight gave her a confused look. "It looks fine to me," disagreed Starflight. "I'm just going to go check it out,ok?" "Ok. Call me if it is interesting which I highly doubt!" called Starflight. Glory started to creep over towards the boulder, keeping an eye out for suspicious dragons lurking around. *Gasp!* "STARFLIGHT! Quick, come over here!" yelled Glory. Starflight's heart leaped out of his chest. He came running towards Glory at full speed, which is unusual for Starflight, knocking leaves aside. "Look," called Glory, pointing at the rock. Starflight gazed into the rock, Glory was right. In the boulder was a deep, dark tunnel with purple and blue vines leaking out of it. It was horrible, like someone had ripped a hole in the earth. "I know what this is,' started Starflight. "It was created by an animus dragon, an animus besides Anemone.  

Quick-Write; Story Starter: Suddenly, His Phone Rang...

  If you were wondering why the title was so long or the "suddenly, his phone rang" part, here is a little exclamation about what I'm doing. We got to choose a story starter to write a quick story, so I chose "suddenly, his phone rang". We got to choose what the story was about so mine was 100% about dragons.  Here is my quick story down below, I hope you like it. 

Suddenly, his phone rang. When I say phone, I mean his dream-visitor. It was flashing and vibrating all over his bed, leaves and feather wrinkling under the sapphira. Starkeeper was mumbling tiredly after being woken up from his deep snooze. He looked up at the night sky, only two of the three moons were visible that night, but still bright. The moons gleam reflected off of Starkeeper's dark grey scales, turning them a beautiful silver colour. He took his gaze off the stars and turned his head to look down at the sapphira dream-visitor, thinking whether or not to place it in his talons. What if it is my sister? What if she has found a way to communicate to me? He finally thought of his decision. His talons twiched towards the dream-visitor, slowly grasping it in his hands.

Nightgazer?

"Hello, Starkeeper."

Starkeeper dropped the dream-visitor from his forehead in shock to hear an unfamiliar voice. It was definitely not Nightgazer. That was a male dragon who spoke to him through the dream-visitor. Starkeeper wasn't even sure that he had met a male dragon besides his father, now peacefully in his grave, taken away from Starkeeper by the horrid war. Starkeepers father fought hard in the war, not hard enough. As Starkeeper thought about his father, tears rolled down his cheeks. Stupid war...  

Quick-Write; Sentence Starter: Today Was Just an Ordinary Day...

 If you were wondering why the title was so long or the "today was just an ordinary day" part, here is a little exclamation about what I'm doing. We had to write a quick story starting with the sentence starter "today was just an ordinary day". We got to choose what the story was about but we had only 30 minutes to write it.  Here is my quick story down below, (P.S, it is not finished). 

Today was just an ordinary day. Two twin Sandwing dragonets were rolling around in the desert sand, their scales glistening in the sunlight. They were clawing and kicking at each other, fighting over who got to eat the last scavenger in the Kingdom of Sand. The tall one Mirage, was the one who started the fight as he was the dragon who caught it in the first place. His twin Cactus, had tried to attack a scavenger den once, losing his barbed tail in the progress. "Ouch!" Cried Cactus, "just because my name is Cactus, doesn't mean I'm immune to them!" Cactus got up, rubbing his underbelly and picking out thorns. "I'll do it again if you don't give me my prey." Replied Mirage with a grin on his face. "Grrrr. Oh alright" said Cactus, handing over the scavenger. Mirage snached it out of Cactus's talons and ate it in one bite, sending bits of slobber out of his jaw. Just as Cactus was walking away, Mirage bumped into him, knocking him back into the cactus.

Cactus was sure he did that on purpose, he was going to tell mother. First he was going to push Mirage into a cactus, then he will know how it felt. As Cactus approached the heavily guarded doors to the kingdom, he hadn't spotted Mirage. Maybe he is hiding, he thought to himself. He scanned the kingdom for Mirage, failing to find him. As he was searching for his twin, 3 Skywing solder's, a crimson one, a bright red one and a orange one, were watching him, holding Mirage prisoner, knocked out in their grasp. "Okay Mirage," called Cactus. " I give up. you can come out now!" He hoped Mirage would listen. Suddenly, an orange Skywing pounced out of his hiding place, grabbing Cactus in his talons. "Help!" Cactus shrieked, clawing and biting the skywing. "Someone hel-!" The solder had smacked Cactus hard in the back of the head, knocking him out along with Mirage.

As he gained consciousness, he felt cold wind blowing up against his back. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw Mirage on the opposite pillar to him. The wind, pillars and lack of sand suddenly told him where he had arrived, he was in the Kingdom of Sky...

 🐧Pengon🐉

I am writing this poem because in my writing workshop, we had to do a poem, using different ending punctuation, about a penguin turning into a dragon. It was really fun to write so I decided to share it with everyone through my blog. 

I was just a normal penguin, short fluffy and bland,

while yesterday (on May the 1st) is when my adventure began!

It started in the ocean, catching lots of fish,

to bring and place on my brothers and sisters dish.

Then the strangest thing happened, would you know,

that on a sunny beach it started to snow?

We all grew cold because we lived in a tire,

then all of a sudden, out of my beak, came a sprout of fire!

Next horns sprouted out of my head,

I thought by sundown I'd be dead!

If you thought that was it, you are wrong,

my wings surprisingly grew too long?

My beautiful feathers started to fall,

and as scales grew back I started to crawl.

My brothers were scared, my sisters were too,

they started to run from me boo-hoo!

I told them to stop, my voice sounds like roars,

but they continued to run from me some more.

My mouth was no longer a pointed beak,

it was now a snout, spiked, long and sleek.

People were screaming out on the streets,

as my calls echoed like thunder beats!

I grew in size, as tall as a tower,

my breath smelt like a penguin who hadn't had a shower.

My scales were still black with a blue-ish shine,

armies started sounding alarms that sounded like horrid chimes.

I flapped my wings to get out of this mess,

I started to fly so I called out "YES!"

I hid behind an old stone fountain,

while underneath me grew a mountain.

It engulfed the fountain, along with me,

while when i'm knocked out I turn into a tree!

That is why if you look around,

there is not a single dragon to be found...

 2021 Gymnastics Festival

On Tuesday the 25th of May, lots of schools from around Gisborne, including ours, participated in the 2021 gymnastics festival! It was optinable to go but me, around 20 other girls and 4 boys chose to go to represent our school. We practised 4 afternoons a week, and we got around 3 weeks to practice. On Tuesday, we hopped into different parents cars and headed off to the gymnasian. 

When we arrived at our destination, the gymnastics club, we got out of the car and headed into the gymnasium. It was freezing! We were only in leotards, shorts and a jersie when we got there but inside, we had to take our clothes off except for the leotards. We practised in the trampoline part of the gym, bar, beam, floor and vault. Other schools started to join us, I thought our leotards were the coolest. After all the schools arrived, we headed into the real gym to start the competition.

We started on floor. I wasn't the first one to go luckily, I was near the middle. The floor routine went like this, Quarter turn, forwards roll, half turn, backwards roll, side sachet, half turn, side sachet and a cartwheel. My score was 8.7. After everyone had had a turn a floor, we moved on to beam.

When we approached beam, the school that was previously on beam went to floor. We had to stay in the same order as the floor. The beam routine went like this, hop onto the beam with your legs hanging from each side, swing your legs up onto the beam, put one leg in the air and hold for 2 seconds, stand up, walk by dipping one leg then tiptoeing 2 times, turn around on you tiptoes and put on leg up, hold for 2 seconds, do 2 pretty ponies and star jump off the beam. my score was 8.9. After than we moved onto vault because girls are not allowed to to bar.

Last but not least vault, my favorite. We got one practise to go over or on top of the vault. On Betsy's practise, she went right over it, face planting on the mat bellow! On my practise I went over it, landing on the mat. This is how the vault routine goes, use the springboard to go over or on top of the vault. My score was 8.6 I think?

Did any of you compete in the 2021 gym festival?🐉

 Musk Ox Report

The Musk ox is a breed of ox that lives in the Arctic. They weigh around 285 kg, and their scientific name is Ovibos Moschatus. This is my report on musk ox.

Habitat:

Musk ox live in the frigid Arctic, roaming around, looking for roots and moss. In Winter they use their hooves to dig through snow to find buried food, while during Summer, they munch on Summer plants, sprouting through the snow.

Diet:

Musk ox are herbivores, that means they eat plants only. They eat a wide variety of plants including grass, moss, sedges, forbs and woody plants. Sometimes they dig up roots from previous years, rotten or not.

Characteristics:

Musk ox have short, curling horns on each side of their head. Males horns form a headband like shape that crosses the front of their forehead. Their coat is usually brown, black, grey and really, really rarely, white.

Predators: 

The musk ox has only a few predators such as wolves, bears and humans. They also have accidents like falling from cliffs, drowning and starvation from all of their food source getting buried from snow and ice.

Fun Facts:

Did you know that musk ox can run up to a speed of 60 km per hour? They can also live up to about 20 years old in the wild. Did you know that musk ox are more related to goats and sheep than any other animal?

 L3 Writing - Fireman Saves Kitten

For our L3 writing workshop, we had to write about a video we watched: Fireman Saves Kitten. We had to pretend that we were the fireman. I am re-writing this writing from my book to this blog for my blog post this week. Below is my writing so I hope you enjoy it!!

I took a few steps backwards from the hose after extinguishing the fire. The old brick house was still standing, barely. The beautiful cherry-red bricks were darkened to a crimson-black. It was lucky that the fire didn't spread to the trees, as it would of engulfed the tree, making the flames burst in size. Me and three other firemen decided to scan the little house. It was as if we were in a movie of some sort. As we approached the house, the smoke thickened, like quick sand engulfing your last breath. My suit gave me the ability to breath through this darkness of smoke but weighed me down, making it hard to move, hold and walk over weak floorboards. Communicating on the radio, I step through the doorway of the house, floorboards creaking underneath me, as I do so smoke and ash gather on my mask. It was like it didn't want me to go any further, but I pushed on.

The fire had caused the ceiling to collapse into the house, leaving installation all over the floor. It was like the clouds had fallen down, burnt by the fire. The ash and installation together made a soft surface under my big boots. I carried on through what used to be the living room into the blackened, burnt hallway. Using my flashlight, I scanned the house, reporting back to the other firefighters what I could see and what was left of furnisher. As I was scanning the room I came across a burnt child's toy that looked like a little kitten. I picked it up in my gloved hand, feeling its weight and size. It was a really realistic toy, maybe a little too realistic...

Suddenly I dashed out of the room, as fast as I could in my weighted down suit. Holding the kitten carefully, I ran out of the smoke-infested house, straight to the fire truck. I layed the kitten down on the ground as carefully as I could and grabbed the oxygen mask, placing it over the kittens face. A few other firemen came to see what I was doing, at this point I was pouring water over the limp body of the cat. I hoped with all my heart that the little tabby cat would live. Slowly the kittens eyes opened, revealing yellow eyes full of pain. With relief, I held the kitten close to my body, cuddling it with careful arms.