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Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Ariel's Fear

Ariel ran. She turned. Her heart was beating, her hair flew behind her as she ran. She could feel the fear growing inside her. She kept asking herself “Why am I doing this?”     

She reached an old abandoned cottage. She could hear creaks coming towards her. Her heart was racing and her legs continued to shake.“Who’s there!”,”Who’s there!”,”Who’s there!” wondered  Ariel, She slowly turned she saw a little girl holding a teddy bear through a cracked window. She went in. She asked the little girl “Ummmmm excuse me little girl, do you have a family?” The little girl said nothing. She took little steps, one by one. So she had seen the little girl go to the back yard. She walked. She got there, until, suddenly she disappeared.

She still could feel the fear tensing up inside her. She saw a yellow bright  daisy, just popped up out of the ground. She breathed in, slowly. She grabbed it, it pulled her into a deep hole. It was terrifying. It took her to another world that she had never seen before.  Ariel yelled “It’s the future!” But once again that little girl was there, Ariel wanted to help her. She slowly turned around the little girl was right there. The little girl said “I can hear the VOICE! There inside me”.

…..3 weeks later….. She told her family and they said “When those problems happen then just come and  tell us and we will be right with you all the way”, She told everyone at school but everyone didn’t bother listening to her. Her fear was slowly going away, then Fiona came up to her and whispered to her ear “meet me at the cafeteria”. When the bell rang (RingRing RingRing) Fiona told Ariel “I've been there I had fear in me but now I am CONFIDENT and able to make friends”. So they became best friends. But something was coming their way…………...

This term we have been learning to write narratives. We used the picture prompt below to help us imagine how this situation came about. We tried to hook our audience in by thinking about the pace of events and the pictures we painted with words.


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