Persuasion

Today in writing we re-visited O.R.E.O writing and I did a UN-jumbling activity that helped me to restore my memory of Oreo writing. After we took a stance on a topic. "Animals should be kept as pets". The easy part was coming up with reasons the hard part was trying to come up with reasons on the spot in our debate against pets should not be kept as pets. My next step is to backup my reasons

Narrative writing

For the last week we have been learning about narrative writing and to write about what it would feel like to be a dog. The hard part was making my story interesting the easy part was making my story easy to read. here is my story. My next step is to add more adjectives.

It’s a normal Monday night I’d just finished rugby training. I'm puffed out and I just want to go to bed. But my mum is making  me eat so I don't eat too much. Tomorrow is the biggest game of the year for our team. Because we are competing against the top team and the winning gets to fly to America to meet a famous.

So I go to bed remembering to warm up in my backyard. I woke up in the morning and try to put on my clothes but for some reason i can’t. Soon I noticed I’m a furry overgrown German Shepherd. I'm sad because I can’t tell my mum I'm a dog and I barely see my dad because hes always at work. I keep thinking what am I supposed to do I'm the leading scorer in my team. Then I feel like I,m cursed or something I never thought something bad would happen to me. After I blackout and I'm just lying on the ground as a dog. As I lay on the ground I'm petrified am I going to stay like this forever? Is it a dream? I thing of all the bad things as a dog and I won’t be treated more than just a pet. What am I supposed to do. I can’t stop thinking about all the bad things like eating from a bowl, being caged up in the cold unpredictable pitch black night. I keep saying this is only a dream, this is only a dream. Two hours later I hear my mum calling me “Dave come on we are going to be late for you're big game” I am moping around jump into the car like a sack of potatoes and just sit in the car and watch my team get torn up by the other team. I'm just mad saying “why now it could’ve been any other time but now” and then I'm just mad because I never even got a chance to go to America. Well I go to bed sad and wake up the next day and I'm normal. “How ironic” I change back the day after I get changed to a dog I'm not mad just disappointed that I didn't get a shot at our game yesterday and then I just say oh well  maybe next time.

Two weeks later my mum gets a call from our coach saying “The other team canceled it turns out the opposing coach paid the ref to be one sided so our whole team was excited to go to America and go to Disneyland and everywhere else it was a miracle I was so happy that we went.