The Accident

The driver had no idea what to do; his car was screeching out of control, turning and twisting.

The terrified driver just caught a final glimpse of the car in front of him, before ramming

into him. All he could see was darkness, all he could hear was loud sirens in his ears. All he

could feel was the rock hard road beneath him, cold all over. The smell of smoke and burnt

rubber



20 Minutes before the accident.



Driving home, after a long day of work. The car made this weird sound as I switched it on.  I hopped in and drove for about 5 minutes, smelling smoke coming from the engine. I park up against the curve, check the engine. Smoke comes steaming out of the engine, it seems that the engine is overheated. I hop back in and keep on driving watching the engine from time to time.



Not far from home, About ten minutes to go. The sun setting into the distance, calm and quiet road.

I feel the steering wheel spin out of control, the car drifts and turns. I was on my own, I spot a truck come out of nowhere at full speed towards me.

My Talent Sports

Kupu o te wiki movie

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Te reo

Concrete jungle

As I hit the atmosphere my mind is full of emotions, as my ship drops faster and faster I feel like I'm in a washing machine being thrown around,I feel the heat come closer like I'm heading for the sun. My parachute flys out and I start to slow down and catch my breath again.

I step on to land and feel the soft dirt in-between my toes, I gaze across the deserted jungle and smell the intense smoke and gas. It was quiet like a sleeping panda, nature had taken over.

The pain in my heart makes me depressed every time I think about it,I feel the loneliness around me. The cold breeze crossed my face as I walk towards my ship for supplies, something to eat or drink I think to myself as I gaze towards the jungle I feel cold and lonely thinking is this the way of life.

For a moment I smell the sweet scent of flowers, the sound of birds chirping as a tear trickled down my face. I had been in a spaceship for 65 years orbiting space and I finally came back to earth and it was a wasteland, polluted waters and buildings turned to rubble. Its not a planet, it's our home.

Term 3 Goals

To set out my draft writing out so I have room to go back and add more detail
To include onomatapea and oxymorons for descriptive writing

To interpret charts and graphs in maths

To stay focused on my work and not become distracted

Wild fires

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