Locked down Word Art

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Welcome back to my blog today i did some Word Art.Word art is a app that you can pick some words that you want and you also have to pick shapes and colour and you have to click visualise  to see the word art and done.

Math

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Welcome back to my blog today i did some Graph's in maths. Its about answering the graphs.I really like the graphs and I like to answer them i hope you like to answer them to.

Math

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Today i did some Math about making ends meet and also some fractions.What does making ends meet, Making ends meet means making enough money to live.I hope you like it?





https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1kjTFRHBfU3paNCD-jf-VppxjejZn_fmTLLvP2XXl7CM/edit#gid=0

Writing

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Welcome back to my blog today i did some Narrative Writing and I wrote a story about a princess who is always missing at night.I hope you like it?     

Reading

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Welcome back to my blog for this week I've done reading.I did also an alternate ending and the title is Dive and the author is Gina Cole.I really like the story did you like the story too? The source of the story is that the dad of the girl is in the Auckland and he surprised her daughter that he got home. I hope you like it.

It was hotter than the sauna at the New market pool, and I stood on the bank, lost in a daze. My cousin Eddy

waited on the opposite side, hands planted on hips.She was from me, always joking round. Now she squinted in the sun and

her head, amused. Rivulets of water dripped down her black-brown legs. “Hurry up, cuz,” she called. “We’ll be late

for the lava – and I’m hungry. I want some Kumala.” The turquoise water was so bright and perfect it looked like a cartoon. Sticks and debris floated on the current. I imagined it carrying me away, too, out into the Pacific. Instead, I took a breath, took my phone from my pocket, and lowered myself into the cool river. I kicked my legs in wide arcs like I did at squad training, but it was an awkward

one-handed breaststroke so I could hold my phone up, and soon I was panting.Water sloshed into my mouth, and I turned my head. That’s when I saw something moving below me – something long and black and white.“What’s that stripy thing?” I shouted at Eddy.

“Sea snake. It won’t hurt you.”

“What? No way!”

The snake came towards me, and I shrieked and swam hard for the other

side. I hauled myself onto the hot sand and sat there, crying. “I dropped my

phone!” I wailed to Eddy. “It’s in the water.”

“How will you hear it ring?” she joked.

I began to cry even harder. How would I talk to Dad? I could hardly borrow

Mum’s phone.

Eddy knew some of this stuff, and her expression changed. “I’ll find it,” she

said. Before I could reply, she dived in. I shielded my eyes from the glare and

scanned the water. Eddy’s head popped up downstream. She took a deep breath

and dived back down, legs kicking out behind her. When she reappeared, she’d

drifted even further. “Can’t see it,” she shouted.

I ran along the bank, dodging coconut trees. We had to find it. I wasn’t lea Zing

here until we did. Then I spied something orange on the riverbed.

“Over there,” I yelled, pointing.

Eddy dipped below the surface, but she was way off course. Sea snakes

or not, I had no choice. I ran at the river and dived in, reminding myself to stay

focused. It was something our swimming coach always said. I cut through the

water, strong and quick, using a breathing technique I’d just learnt. I grabbed

the orange rectangle as it rolled over the sandy bottom and launched myself

back up to the surface, punching a handful of water and phone high in the air.

There was no dropping it this time.

I dog-paddled with my free hand and kicked out like a demented frog,

reaching the golden sand just before the river met the sea. When Eddy spotted

me, I was back on the bank, shaking my phone, hoping it would dry out in the

hot Fijian sun.

“Wow! Cool dive,” Eddy said. She looked at my phone. “Is it working?”

“It’s meant to be waterproof. It should be OK.”

At that precise moment, the phone rang. We looked at each other, amazed.

Eddy started laughing. “Answer it!”It was Dad, and I felt a weird stab of nerves. We hadn’t talked for a week,

not since the night Mum and I left Auckland.

“Hey, Dad,” I said.

“Hi, Shelly. How’s it going? What are you up to?”

“Oh ... nothing. You know, swimming.”

“I’m glad you’re still training. Have you got a decent-sized pool there?”

“No pool, but I’ve been in the sea a few times. It’s kind of scary. There are

sea snakes!”

Dad laughed. “Seriously! Don’t worry, I’m sure you can out-swim them.”

There was a pause. I could guess what he was going to say next.

“How’s your mum?”

Good question. She’d seemed all right yesterday, but I remembered the way

she’d been on the flight over. he’d stared out the window, then spent the rest of

the time under a blanket. Now, in Fiji, she went for lots of walks and came back

with red eyes. And she went to bed way too early, even though my aunties begged

her to stay up. But should I tell Dad all this? Would Mum like that?

he silence grew while I stressed over what to say. I finally settled on a half truth.

“Mum’s OK.”

“That’s good,” said Dad. “I’d better get back to work. Bye, love. Talk soon.”

Eddy was watching me carefully, her usual smirk gone. I could taste salty tears.

“Come on. We can’t miss the lava,” she said, reaching down to haul me up.

“They’ll be digging it up soon.”

We wandered through the cool shade of the trees. There were no schedules here,

and I realised I’d begun to love this place: the oily smell of the kerosene lamps at

night; trimming bele leaves with my aunties; sitting round on panda nus mats, laughing

with my cousins. I missed Dad and our life in Auckland, but I didn’t miss everything.

to the rush and stress and fighting. I wondered how to tell mum about the call.

She knew Dad and I chatted. I never hid it from her, although this time, I’d felt impatient

to get off the phone – maybe because Mum had seemed a tiny bit happier the last few

days. I didn’t want to change that.

Eddy followed a track that led to a weatherboard church and a clearing. Underneath

a mango tree, my uncles and aunties and Mum were hauling sacks from a smoking

hole in the earth. mum was smiling and speaking *Indian . When we’d first arrived, she’d

stumbled over the language. I knew she struggled to remember the words; she hadn’t

visited her family for a long time.“There you are!” Mum called. She’d changed out of her frilly church dress and had

on a sulu and a pink shirt. ,er face looked happy and relaxed, as though she’d finally

caught up on some sleep. She came over, carrying a steaming barracuda wrapped in

foil and some kumala. The sweet potato was hot, and Eddy and I juggled the pieces

from hand to hand.

“Sorry I missed the church service,” I said.

Mum gave me a knowing look. “You’re soaked.”

“Eddy and I went for a swim.” As mum and I and Eddy walk i saw dad walking from home i got surprised .He said he would not go home because he's in Auckland, I was very happy that i can finally see my dad I ask my dad If  we can swim and he said yes ,we swim in the sea with the snakes and it really is very fun. We celebrate with a lot of food because my dad is home and they lived happily ever after. 

writing

Kia Ora readers welcome back to my blog today i did some fantasy writing a bout a princess that disappear at night. I'm going to show you how i did it and what's the purpose of the steps.I hope you like it.

Why do we need to make an word bank? we need to make an word bank  because the word bank help us to recall words that we have previously learned  and make the writing more exiting to read and share.Why do we need to make an planing space? we need to make an planing space so that we can change the words that dosent  make sense and we can also put more exiting words and check if we need to put comma or full stop.

Why do we need to make an story board ideas? we need to make an story board ideas so we can know the character age is he/she a super hero a villain  or a victim,So we can know what he/she looks like,So we can know what characterise them.Why do we need to make an 2 main setting? we need to make 2 main setting so the reader can know where is the place,and the environment that the story takes place in.

Why do we need to make an orientation and complication? we need to make an orientation and complication because the orientation is when you introduce the characters ,It is also the start of the story.We need to make an complication because It makes the story more interesting to the readers and also its a great way to surprise the readers.

Why do we need to make an sequence of events? we need to make an sequence of event because its the important thing when you write a story to make it interesting to the readers.Why do we need to make an resolution we need to make and resolution because the story wont be exiting when the story didn't solve.

Why do we need to make an Language Features?we need to make an language features because it makes the story more exiting and more fun to read and share with friends.

Reading

Welcome back to my blog today i did some reading from working at home, I chose to make a alternate ending the title is Unwanted visitors . The name of the author is Allan Bume, I really like the journal because its a great story to share.The sources of the story is to tell that not all the food is allowed  to bring in New Zealand.
I hope you like it!

 Unwanted Visitors 

Alternate Ending 

You’ve been on holiday to Sāmoa. Now you’re back in New Zealand, waiting to go through customs. You’ve filled in a passenger arrival card – and no, nothing to declare. One of the quarantine officers has a sniffer dog, a cute beagle, making its way down the queue. Eventually,  the beagle reaches you. The dog seems interested in the pocket on your backpack, and that’s when you remember ... yesterday’s mango! The parents are really worried that they might not go back to New Zealand because they weren't allowed to bring any food in  the plane like  a mango because there might be flies hiding in the mango.The officer said that they have to throw away the mango because its not allowed to bring mango in the plane and the officer grab the mango and throw it away ,The officer said that you must always check your backpack and luggage if there are and food that are not allowed to bring.The officer said that there allowed to go now and go inside of the plane because the mango is already out,The family is now in the New Zealand.