My School- Ella

I groan and roll out of bed, landing hard on the floor in the process. Well that hurt. My alarm is blaring through my head and I smack it to make it stop. It doesn't. Pulling the plug out of the socket, I grap up my freshly ironed blue kilt and red polo shirt and head to the shower.

Tugging my hair brush through my wet blonde hair, I half run half walk into the kitchen and snatch the WeetBix out of the pantry. As I inhale my breakfast, I carefully push my chromebook into my school bag and my lunch, which thankfully I made last night. My P.E gear is at the bottom of my bag as well as my netball shoes, because netball trials are today. Yay!

I brush my teeth and grab my phone and now I'm in the car. Jumping out of the door, I flourish my hand to Mum and run into the school gates. The Oamaru Intermediate School logo greets me, as I walk as fast as my big clompy black school shoes can take me. Carefully putting my phone in the phone box and my bag in my locker, I get my pencil case and chromebook out and sit down at my desk. The bell rings. Phew, that was close!
                                                                                                                                                                 
I go to Oamaru Intermediate School and I love it. My teacher is Miss Taylor, who is 100% awesome. There is so many cool opportunities for anyone and everyone. My favourite part of the school year is the James Hargest College exchange, when OIS and JHC have a sports exchange. I met lots new friends there. I really enjoy going to school, but I can't go because of covid-19. The way we do school now has changed. My teacher is at school working and 90% of us are at home doing school online. I would much rather be doing school, well, at school!

100 Word Challenge

A dull purplish hue covers the everlasting sky, as the moon rises from the ground like a dead body rising from a cold coffin. The tall boney tree is a skeleton, with long dark fingers reaching out to strangle me.
A thick layer of fog creeps along the ground like a murderer, and hopeful blades of grass peer through it, trying not to drown. Trying to survive. The moon glares at me with its fiery amber glow, disappointment and anger dripping from it. Its the eye of a tiger, snarling at me, its prey, from its place in the sky.

My World Record- Ella

IF I WERE TO BREAK A WORLD RECORD IT WOULD BE FOR THE WORST COOK...

If you asked my family and friends, they would agree, I AM NOT A COOK. No way.
I can make chicken noodles and that's it. Well I can make other things but I either almost set the kitchen on fire or the food isn't edible and we have to get KFC instead.

I'm definitely not the best cook, but I'm average. If your definition of average is setting the microwave on fire when you tried to soften the butter for your cookies... ahem.
I VERY strongly dislike flour. It gets EVERYWHERE. I get it more on my face and on the table than I do in the bowl. It's like the baking version of germs; once it gets on your hands, everything you touch goes white! The spoon, the table, the apron, the door handle, even the cloth you use to try get it off!
Anyway, enough about flour...

Even when someone tries to help me, it still doesn't work!
I think maybe I should stick with netball...

A Day in the Life of Me- quarintine addition

I roll over in my big comfy bed and sigh. I don't have to get up, do I? I mean, I could just stay in bed for 5 more minutes.

1 hour later... argh I did it again. I fall out of bed and onto the hard floor, landing on a pair of scissors left stranded on the carpet, from the stickers I made yesterday. My room is a mess. My homemade stickers are dotted around the floor and my clothes are strewn EVERYWHERE. Books are piled high on my desk and sketch books and pencils are scattered in the corner.
Better clean this up before Mum comes in. "Morning!" Too late. "Hiii Mum." I say and quickly kick the remains of my stickers into the corner of sketch books. Not suspicious at all... She closes the door and walks out humming a song to herself. Phew that was close. I quickly stuff everything in my overflowing wardrobe and pull a hoodie over my head.

I walk out into the kitchen. My sister is sitting on the table tapping on the computer and scribbling in a notebook. Oh yeah. We still have to do school...