We are learning to write a narative text using an image as inspiration.
I glared out the window with my deep green eyes watching my mother walk away with all her belongings. She stomps, step by step, walking towards the taxi. I quivered as I felt my my eyes filling with tears. All I could do was watch her.
Even though she is now gone, I still wait here in silence. Waiting for her to turn back around and come towards me. Now I turn around to find my traumatised Dad curled up on the couch bawling his eyes out like there is no tomorrow.
Gabrielle Buchana, Year 7 (6 minute time limit)
I wonder what my life is as I look out the window and think, just think. What will I be? Finally I come to a road block and I finally make a decision. I will just play life as it comes. With my breath fogged up the window I must go.
Kurt Warren, Year 8 (6 minute time limit)
