HA-Rachel

 G’day, my name is Rachel! Grade:6 Best Vacation:perth Birth Month:october Career Goals:primary school teacher Favourite Band(s):mika Favourite lollie:war heads Favourite Food: chicken keiv Favourite Munchie: lollies Favourite Drink: rasberry sofdrink Favourite Subject: art Hobbies/Sports: nettball Pet Peeve: my sister Pets:a cat and a budgie Siblings:1 big sister


 * MY STORY

The Worse Day Of My Life**

Forming the word UNLUCKY you know that today is not going to be a good day. The hot water is not working and you have a cold shower all your undies are grubby And you miss the bus.**
 * From the moment you get up look into yesterdays bowl of coco pops and find ants

My day couldn’t have got any worse so I started to go home from the bus stop Then out of nowhere hail started to pour on my head so I had to sprint home. About 5 minutes later when I got home I dumped my heavy wet bag on the floor when I dropped my bag on the floor mums best vase fell on the floor and broke quite suddenly so I jumped with fright into the wall and the only photograph that we have of my dad is smashed what would I tell mum I thought. The only photo of dad that we have is now smashed so I ran outside thinking I didn’t do anything wrong and started to walk to school.

Sooner later I arrived at school Then I looked at the time table to see witch class I had I had Mrs McDonald for math so I go to room 24 were I have my maths class. I went into class when I walked in everyone stared at me and quickly stared back at their test then Mrs McDonald said in a quite but mad voice “why are you late” I made up an excuse so no one would laugh at me”um”I paused “I-I slept in “ I said in a shivery voice “well you shouldn’t have now do your test” yelled Mrs McDonald my day seriously couldn’t have got any worse I thought I sat down in my seat and started to do my test afraid I would get in trouble for looking at someone else’s test but of course I wasn’t.

Then the bell rang I started to get up out of my seat then Mrs McDonald yelled “you…stay behind” so I sat down in my warm comfortable seat feeling like I was like a kindergarten bullie getting yelled at because I thew sand in their eyes but I wasn’t in trouble by my teacher I was in trouble by my mum I was in deep hope fully she didn’t go home and see the smashed vase and the photo of dad then mum says “Im disappointed that you were late for school” “yea I missed the bus

Then mum went back to work after she had that talk to me sooner the bell went to go home I picked up my bag and headed out the door. to go to the bus then I saw mum at the front gate was she was going to take me home. I questioned in myself she waved at me so I had to go over to the car jump in and go home. 5 minutes later she walked in the door first and saw the smashed vase and the photo of dad smashed then mum said “did you do this”?

Saint Michael School
1. On the level of story-telling: if you were the King (or the aliens), would you allow this story-teller to live another day? If no,why not? Yes the story teller she live because everyone has a bad day every once in a while.

2. Be specific, try not to merely write, " this was good", instead explain what was good about it and why. the story was good but interesting because it jumped from part to part. but other wise it was good.

3. Nominate "Hall of Fame" stories. No.