The blacksmith

 The blacksmith 

This story is told in a small village in the Great Nation of Venterbre (or GNV for short). This village was called Shermnatin. It was known for its great buildings and amazing market’s. One of the richest families was the Mournin-glade’s. The family consisted of the father, Eilauver. The mother, Essaerae and their new son, Ulrik. Why were they the richest? They were the builders of this marvelous town. Ulrik’s father and grand-father were builders as well, some of his family members said that even his great uncle had been a mighty warrior.

The family had high hopes for Ulrik. He was the strongest growing up. By the time he was 13 he was almost able to lift a whole cart by himself though, he did not want to be a builder. From his trips to other villages he would stop and look in awe at the blacksmiths with their big hammers and all the beautiful swords made by them. Though, whenever he would stop he would quickly get tugged away by his mother. He knew what he wanted to be and didn't want to let anyone stop him, Ulrik wanted to be a blacksmith the best in the world.

As Ulrik grew his personality changed apart from his determination to be a blacksmith. He had grown to love cats, even rescuing a kitten as well. There was one question left unanswered though. Why did he not want to be a builder? Well, after his parents kept on questioning him he finally crumbled. He did not want to be a blacksmith because he felt there was not enough and he had always had an eye for carefully crafted swords and other weapons though, his parents were supportive of him and his choices.

Soon enough he was able to open his own smithy in a slightly far place where he wouldn't be able to wake people with his banging. It had fans installed on the ceiling, large containers full to the brim with metal, Many different hammers large enough to squash a head and also some smaller ones for more fine details, molds for swords and other things and a large furnace to heat the metal in. All types of people would come to Ulrik, Assassins, Warriors and sometimes just random people who want a sword just for the decoration. Soon enough from years of practice he became the best blacksmith in all the land. One day, Ulrik was about to close the shop with the snow thundering down, the machines were almost done cooling, all the tools were put away and he was about to snuff out the candle but then... A cold but long hand was put on his shoulder. He turned around at the figure that matched his height though, it was covered in a long black cloak with the hood drawn. As the figure leaned forward Ulrik could see its face, a large smile was plastered across its face with its teeth bared and their eyes.. Ulrik will never forget those eyes. They were terrifying and opened widely with a hint of desperate-ness as the person stared blankly at Ulrik. Ulrik mustered up the courage to speak.

“Hello, sorry to disappoint but you will have to come back tomorrow-” He said quietly before getting cut off by the figure with its eyebrows slightly turned up and its face getting strangely close 

“Look here, I really need you to make me a weapon and you are gonna make it or there… Will be consequencesss…” The person's speech was cool and collected but it sounded like its tongue could be that of a snake and had a venomous hiss to it. Ulrik just stared at it remembering all the details of its face, the pale white skin, the constraint smile, the piercing black dark blue eyes and the small lock of auburn hair that fell upon its forehead, he knew who it was now… It was T̶h̸e̵ ̴S̶m̵i̸l̶e̵r̶. 

Ulrik had been warned of him but had always thought it was some stupid myth spread around but they were all true. He was overwhelmed with fear that he just slowly backed into the smithy and the figure followed him. The figure spoke, “I have a drawing here that I want you to complete. Please try and follow it to the best of your abilities.”

Ulrik, shakly responded, “Yes, I will do that s-sir.” before unfolding the piece of slightly crumpled paper and looking at the design. It looked at first as if it was a normal two handed longsword but, on one side it had a toothed edge. The grip was a toxic red colour with a dark toxic green wrap on it. The pommel had a small green thing in it before he saw the label, it was an emerald, Ulrik had no idea where he would get one but then he heard a scratching at his door before he noticed the draft and turned around. It was The Smiler again this time he was holding something in his hand and a bag was strapped over his shoulder.

The Smiler fiddled with something, Ulrik caught a glimpse of it, turns out that it was the emerald in the drawing nd suddenly he spoke, ‘’I think you might need this.” he tossed the gem with Ulrik catching it ‘’And to make sure you do it I will pay you now.’’ taking off the bag and giving it to Ulrik. The smiler walked out, closing the door behind him. 

Ulrik quickly got to work. He was exhausted from repetitively raining the hammer and he worked until dawn and finally.. He had finished the sword. The room smelt of burning cedar and the room was boiling. Ulrik packaged up the sword and waited outside and soon enough he saw The Smiler walking and he met Ulrik half way. “Such amazing craftsmanship..” The Smiler spoke before putting the sword away and leaving. Urik never forgot that day.

Character plan.

Character plan, name + brief description.

Linion ‘Scarecrow’ Tuncor She gained the name Scarecrow because of her incredible stealth, silence, and ability to stay still. She has a quiet but raspy voice. Despite being the daughter of king Moxie she looks nothing like him and doesn't act like a royale either. Though being only a young teen she still protects her father/ the king with all her might. 

Physical apperance, clothing/costume, general appearance etc,

She has long and fluffy pine/dark green hair. Entrancing royale blue eyes and very pale blue skin, almost white. She is 16, 5’2 and 48.2 kg. Underneath her large brown hat that is entangled with dried, moss green pumpkin leaves she had two pointy elf ears and a pair of shamrock green curled horns just above them. She is fairly skinny and reasonably heighted. She wears a cerulean scarf that is wrapped around the lower half of her face like a mask. Her clothes consist of a long light cerulean coat, a walnut and tortilla coloured long sleeve underneath, stone blue pants with thick leather knee pads, a pair of brown boots and a slate coloured long cape that goes down to the back of her knees.

Actions, what does the character do? E.g. interactions with others, the way they stand/move, look at others.

Linion has a stance that can only be described as always alert but it is slightly slumped. Usually king Moxie would ask her to get him a beer or a wine from the bar, always forgetting that she couldn't and she ends up dragging him down to the bar to get it himself. “Scarecrow can you go get me a drink from the bar?” “Sir, you know that I am too young to go into the bar.” “Please?” “No. I will grab you by the back of your neck and drag you there just so you get it yourself or, why don't you just ask one of the servants?” “Fine.” King Moxie is not overweight or lazy; he is just tired most of the time and cannot think straight. 

Environment, location, objects in location,maybe an object that the character carries or uses.

At all times Linion has a great axe strapped to her back. The village is very large and full of people but where she resides the most is the castle and its courtyard. The village where she resides is on an island with ships arriving daily with fresh produce and people. There are daily markets that Linion likes to attend whenever it is her day off or she snuck out though sneaking out is not easy since word travels fast so guards quickly find out about Linion sneaking out because they over hear “The scarecrow was at my stall. I wonder if she’s here if the king is here too!” and they get her back to the castle since she is not allowed to leave for simple things like that. 

Words, how does the character talk, what sort of language do they use? How do they say it and to whom?

She talks in a very serious tone that is slightly monotone and sometimes bittersweet. Whenever she is talking to her father her tone is more sour and she sounds sick of his sh-- though she isn't like this around guests. The most common thing said to king moxie is ‘’Sir, you know that I cannot go to the bar because I am too young.’’ and if he insists then she just goes and gets him some grape juice instead of wine.

Minecraft Mystery Box!

Hello. For the past while I have been doing an activity called Minecraft mystery box. The mystery box challenge was to build a theme park ride. I had two partners and that was Abe and Bluebell, since Abe wasn't there on the first day me and Bluebell did brainstorming for the ride.

At first we wanted to do a tea cup ride but that didn't work out, we then tried to do a horse ride and yet again.. It failed... But then! An idea! I decided that we could make a bumper cars ride! 

Below I have included a small collage of photos taken from Minecraft.

Manners

 Reasons why it is good to have manners in a classroom. 

Hello today I am going to be displaying why it is important to have manners in the classroom and why it is essential. 

One of the main reasoning is that would wouldnt have to write a stupid six hundred word essay about why you have to have manners just because a few people were annoying though, just like the american police force, one bad apple spoils the bunch. 

Being rude is still not nice though the world is a cruel place and people need to learn to be nice but also the teachers and making a bunch of soft pushovers. A good example of a pushover is an employee who is getting f---ed over by their boss(es) and just won't quit or stay against them but then again there is that fear of getting fired because they might need to feed a family or pay bills. I wrote a small argument about how putting up a fight is good in some cases and I will quote a paragraph from it here “To fight could also be to argue or to physically hurt someone. Fight: “take part in a violent struggle involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons.” “struggle to overcome, eliminate, or prevent.”. The world is cruel and sometimes you have to fight to prevent yourself from being used. If you don't fight back then people will take advantage of you so basically, you don't want to be a pushover (a person who is easy to overcome or influence). If people see that you are an easy target they will use that to their advantage.” 

That is the end of my small rant about putting up a fight, I will now talk about respect. Respect can earn you trust and trust is a good thing because then you can take advantage of that person's trust for you. You could easily ruin that person but making them have trust issues and never be able to trust anyone and therefore not be able to find love because they can not trust anyone. On the flip side you could keep that trust and make it strong. Think of trust like a wall, the maore trust someone has with you the higher and more stable it gets. You lying to that person could be a small stick of dynamite planted on your side of the wall where they can not see. Secrets can be like more little sticks of dynamite that a person can not see and if that person finds a crack in the wall and sees all those lies and secrets the wall will be blown up and all that trust is lost. 

Manners could also build up trust and also just make people feel better and then you start a domino chain of people feeling good or you could stop a domino chain of people feeling bad. Manners can include you complimenting someone, picking up your trash after you, saying please and thank you, accepting your own mistakes and not passing the blame onto someone else. Another example of manners is not fighting fire with fire. Fight fire with calmness and water (unless its an oil fire, water will just make it more intense and you will burn your house down) 

I guess that is all I have to say about this subject. Be nice everyone and stop being little brats and actually say thanks to your mom if she makes you lunch, breakfast, dinner or just does anything  for you.

Should cell phones be allowed in class?

 I honestly think that we should. Music can help people focus on the task they are doing. Though they should only be allowed at break times and silent reading. Cellular phones are a big part of lots of peoples lives. They can give information  or store it for later, you could easily use a phone for note taking at any time  but, there are certain times where a cellular phone should not be used. Some examples of this are at maths time  and during lockdowns. If a child has their phone out during these times they should be taken away. Though cellular phones could be used with mal-intent. Kids, let alone kids on the internet, are ruthless when it comes to bullying. But overall, I think that cellular phones SHOULD be allowed in class and school. I hereby declare this case, closed.

School uniforms should be optinal.

Hello. For literacy I have been working on persuasive writing.  What I am sharing with you today is a response to ‘’School uniforms should be optional’’

I absolutely think that it should. As a child grows up the parents will need to buy new uniforms consisting of tops, pants, jackets and anything else. Looking at our own rawhiti uniform it costs $49.90 for a polar fleece, $29.90 for a shirt and $31.00 for shorts or a skort, $40.00 for a pair of pants and $12.50 for a sun hat. Imagine, a single parent has a child who needs to go to school. The parent is struggling to get by  and now they need to buy a uniform. They don't want to make the child feel bad for existing so the parent does all they can to make the child happy. The parent works their a-- off every day just to make the child happy, well dressed and well fed. They eat way less just to make sure the child has a proper feed. Imagine how much easier it would be if that parent did not need to buy a uniform. Also the parent would need to buy the uniform multiple times as the child grows up and then the senior jacket is $74 - $100, luckily though it's optional to buy. Overall I think that uniforms should be optional.

Year 7&8 skiing.

Hello. On tuesday I and some others went skiing at Porters.  It was about a 3 hour drive and the bus we were on had seat belts. Once we got there we waited in line for our numbers then put on our boots and got our ski’s. After grabbing our ski’s, helmet, boots, gloves and goggles/sunglasses we met up with our skiing instructor. The name of the instructor for my group was Nate. We started by learning how to put on our ski’s and that was easy. After practicing how to get up after falling and how to ski we skied down a small section of hill and did that over and over before going practicing how to turn. We had a line of cones and we had to weave in and out of the cones. I found that this was quite easy and so soon enough I was able to move on and go to the escalator thing to get higher up the mountain. Overall I only fell 3 times. While a few others fell quite a lot. I found that this trip was very fun and was a good learning experience.

Visual writing prompts V3

Hello. I have been writing storys from images. This is called 'We are the resistance.' for this one I wasent so much inspired byt the photo but more by the name.

I stand up off my bed and walk over to my mannequin, adorned with a cape with a fluff lined hood, A red armor plate and a scabbard holding my sword. I reach my hand and lift up the cape off the mannequin draping it over my arm. The front of my chestplate read ‘Vive la résistance’. I pick up the chestplate and leave the sword and scabbard before turning around and putting my chestplate and cape on the bed. Turning around I take off my night clothes and swap it out for a nice white button up and a pair of black pants, buttoning up my top followed by doing the buttons on the cuffs and look at my dresser where a pair of dark blood red, battle worn Vambrace lay, one has a Gauntlet, Rerebrace and Couter paired with it. I ignore them for now and grab my chest plate, putting it over my head and tightening the side straps before going back to my dresser. Reaching my hand out I grab the singular Vambrace and strapped it onto my right forearm. Following that I start by grabbing the Rerebrace and softly running my hand over the spikes on the shoulder of it, I slip it up strapping it onto my arm tight enough that it wouldn't slip off then I put on the Couter, then the Vambrace, then lastly I grabbed the gauntlet but decided to not put it on yet. I spun around back to my bed and grabbed my cape. I undo the small knot in front then put it around to my back and tie it around my neck and adjust it so it wouldn't dig into my neck at all. I go and grab my sword and take it out of its scabbard laying it against the mannequin and undoing the belt that was holding its scabbard and put it on myself before picking up the sword and putting it in. There was a knock at the door and I looked around to it before grabbing my mask and putting it on to hide my disgusting burnt face and all its scars. “Qui est là?” I call to the door The small voice of my servant, Marxius peeps back “Mon monsieur, les troupes du château de trèfle approchent des tours avant. Que devrions nous faire?” I groaned, “Donnez-moi un moment et je serai dehors.” lowering my mask and grabbing my gauntlet slipping it onto my left hand. I looked into the mirror above my dresser and put down my mask fixing up my hair and tying on my mask. I walk out of my door looking down at Marxius. “Allons-y, allons vite rassembler les troupes et je te retrouverai à l'avant de la tour 2” I said to Marx, He ran off and I walked down the hall in the opposite direction. A small amount of walking later I heard the loud blow of the horn and looked out the large window and saw troops gathering below and I started to walk faster and soon enough I was at the tower. I walked down the stairs and saw Marxius standing at the entrance waiting for me, I walked out and stood in front of my troops, they all stood straight and at attention. “Troupe 1, vous traverserez les tunnels ouest nord-ouest. Troupe 5, vous traverserez le tunnel nord-nord-ouest.” I bellowed “Une fois que vous y êtes, vous envahirez l'ennemi par derrière.” “Monsieur!” The troops saluted and then went to their respective tunnels. I Spoke to Marxius. “Va me chercher mon cheval et mon bouclier.” Marx ran off and came back shortly with my horse and shield. I mounted my horse and picked up my shield and steered my horse to the front of all the troops and nodded towards the people in control of the large gate. “Une fois cette porte ouverte, nous chargerons sur eux et les autres troupes chargeront sur eux de l'arrière.” I commanded and the gate started to raise and I turned my horse around taking out my sword. I started to trot over to the gate and my troops followed, I looked at the sky and the clouds looked like a Valkyrie, I hoped that she would be on my side this day. The gate clanked to a stop and I galloped forward raising my sword and yelling “Vive la résistance!” all my troops ran behind me and yelled as well. I saw the other troops and locked eyes with the king of that kingdom who was also on a horse. I charged ahead towards the other king and swung towards his arm but was met with his sword blocking mine. “C'est bon de vous revoir Julius.” I said slightly muffled by my mask Julius replied “C'est bon de te voir aussi, Rades. Je vois que tu as toujours ton masque. Je me demande encore ce qui se cache là-dessous.” Julius replied using the tip of his finger to slightly flick the bottom of my mask. “Sur mon cadavre.” I said with a hiss drawing my sword back and putting up my shield as an arrow rocketing down and would have stabbed me in the head if I had not brought up my shield. I took advantage of Julius’ surprise and swung my sword, cutting Julius’ cheek and the blood started to drool down and pooled on his chin. I jumped off my horse and Julius did the same. Our horses ran through the crowd and back to our kingdoms. I charge forward and strike my sword colliding with Julius’ and I push forward. Julius took a step back and my sword swung forward cutting deep into his arm. He puts his hand onto the cut and holds it for a moment before swinging forward as I lean back and he barely misses. Julius spoke. “Tu es toujours rapide, mon vieil ami.” “Et vous êtes toujours aussi lent que jamais.” I replied with slight laughter in my voice. “Qu'est-ce que tu es un serpent? Parce que vous avez toujours une langue si acérée avec ces insultes intelligentes.” Julius shot back. I thrusted my sword forward, skimming across the side of Julius’ torso. He jumped back and touched where I had cut him and looked at the blood on his hand. He tried to stab me back but he only scratched my chestplate with a screech of the metals colliding. One of Julius’ soldiers started to charge towards me and I spun around slicing through their neck with ease, it falling on the ground and the body slowly following. I turn my attention back to Julius with his slight surprise before putting his poker face back on. He looked around at all his dead soldiers and roared out, “RETRAITE ILS SONT TROP FORTS.” Turning away he spoke softly to me “Vous avez gagné cette fois.” before walking off holding where I had cut his side. I had won, but just like this? It can't be that he has gotten soft? “Vous vous êtes bien battu, jusqu'à la prochaine fois ... Frère …” I muttered turning around to my troops, raising my sword above my head and announcing “Nous avons gagné des frères! Nous permet de rentrer à la maison et de nous régaler!” all the troops before me raised their swords too and yelled loudly in a celebration and the loud horn blew and I and my men all walked towards our kingdom and there were mothers there with their children to congratulate all the soldiers arriving home. That night everyone gathered round a large table and ate like there was no tomorrow, I will definitely be sore tomorrow...

I stand up off my bed and walk over to my mannequin, adorned with a cape with a fluff lined hood, A red armor plate and a scabbard holding my sword. I reach my hand and lift up the cape off the mannequin draping it over my arm. The front of my chestplate read ‘Vive la résistance’. I pick up the chestplate and leave the sword and scabbard before turning around and putting my chestplate and cape on the bed.

Turning around I take off my night clothes and swap it out for a nice white button up and a pair of black pants, buttoning up my top followed by doing the buttons on the cuffs and look at my dresser where a pair of dark blood red, battle worn Vambrace lay, one has a Gauntlet, Rerebrace and Couter paired with it.

I ignore them for now and grab my chest plate, putting it over my head and tightening the side straps before going back to my dresser. Reaching my hand out I grab the singular Vambrace and strapped it onto my right forearm. Following that I start by grabbing the Rerebrace and softly running my hand over the spikes on the shoulder of it, I slip it up strapping it onto my arm tight enough that it wouldn't slip off then I put on the Couter, then the Vambrace, then lastly I grabbed the gauntlet but decided to not put it on yet. 

I spun around back to my bed and grabbed my cape. I undo the small knot in front then put it around to my back and tie it around my neck and adjust it so it wouldn't dig into my neck at all. I go and grab my sword and take it out of its scabbard laying it against the mannequin and undoing the belt that was holding its scabbard and put it on myself before picking up the sword and putting it in. 

There was a knock at the door and I looked around to it before grabbing my mask and putting it on to hide my disgusting burnt face and all its scars.

 “Qui est là?” I call to the door

The small voice of my servant, Marxius peeps back “Mon monsieur, les troupes du château de trèfle approchent des tours avant. Que devrions nous faire?” 

I groaned, “Donnez-moi un moment et je serai dehors.” lowering my mask and grabbing my gauntlet slipping it onto my left hand.

I looked into the mirror above my dresser and put down my mask fixing up my hair and tying on my mask. I walk out of my door looking down at Marxius. “Allons-y, allons vite rassembler les troupes et je te retrouverai à l'avant de la tour 2” I said to Marx, He ran off and I walked down the hall in the opposite direction.

A small amount of walking later I heard the loud blow of the horn and looked out the large window and saw troops gathering below and I started to walk faster and soon enough I was at the tower. I walked down the stairs and saw Marxius standing at the entrance waiting for me, I walked out and stood in front of my troops, they all stood straight and at attention. 

“Troupe 1, vous traverserez les tunnels ouest nord-ouest. Troupe 5, vous traverserez le tunnel nord-nord-ouest.” I bellowed “Une fois que vous y êtes, vous envahirez l'ennemi par derrière.” 

“Monsieur!” The troops saluted and then went to their respective tunnels. 

I Spoke to Marxius. “Va me chercher mon cheval et mon bouclier.” Marx ran off and came back shortly with my horse and shield. I mounted my horse and picked up my shield and steered my horse to the front of all the troops and nodded towards the people in control of the large gate. “Une fois cette porte ouverte, nous chargerons sur eux et les autres troupes chargeront sur eux de l'arrière.” I commanded and the gate started to raise and I turned my horse around taking out my sword.

I started to trot over to the gate and my troops followed, I looked at the sky and the clouds looked like a Valkyrie, I hoped that she would be on my side this day. The gate clanked to a stop and I galloped forward raising my sword and yelling “Vive la résistance!” all my troops ran behind me and yelled as well.

I saw the other troops and locked eyes with the king of that kingdom who was also on a horse. I charged ahead towards the other king and swung towards his arm but was met with his sword blocking mine.

 “C'est bon de vous revoir Julius.” I said slightly muffled by my mask

Julius replied “C'est bon de te voir aussi, Rades. Je vois que tu as toujours ton masque. Je me demande encore ce qui se cache là-dessous.” Julius replied using the tip of his finger to slightly flick the bottom of my mask. 

“Sur mon cadavre.” I said with a hiss drawing my sword back and putting up my shield as an arrow rocketing down and would have stabbed me in the head if I had not brought up my shield. 

I took advantage of Julius’ surprise and swung my sword, cutting Julius’ cheek and the blood started to drool down and pooled on his chin. I jumped off my horse and Julius did the same. Our horses ran through the crowd and back to our kingdoms. I charge forward and strike my sword colliding with Julius’ and I push forward. Julius took a step back and my sword swung forward cutting deep into his arm. He puts his hand onto the cut and holds it for a moment before swinging forward as I lean back and he barely misses. 

Julius spoke. “Tu es toujours rapide, mon vieil ami.”

“Et vous êtes toujours aussi lent que jamais.” I replied with slight laughter in my voice.

“Qu'est-ce que tu es un serpent? Parce que vous avez toujours une langue si acérée avec ces insultes intelligentes.” Julius shot back.

I thrusted my sword forward, skimming across the side of Julius’ torso. He jumped back and touched where I had cut him and looked at the blood on his hand. He tried to stab me back but  he only scratched my chestplate with a screech of the metals colliding. One of Julius’ soldiers started to charge towards me and I spun around slicing through their neck with ease, it falling on the ground and the body slowly following. 

I turn my attention back to Julius with his slight surprise before putting his poker face back on. He looked around at all his dead soldiers and roared out, “RETRAITE ILS SONT TROP FORTS.” Turning away he spoke softly to me “Vous avez gagné cette fois.” before walking off holding where I had cut his side. 

I had won, but just like this? It can't be that he has gotten soft? “Vous vous êtes bien battu, jusqu'à la prochaine fois ... Frère …” I muttered turning around to my troops, raising my sword above my head and announcing “Nous avons gagné des frères! Nous permet de rentrer à la maison et de nous régaler!” all the troops before me raised their swords too and yelled loudly in a celebration and the loud horn blew and I and my men all walked towards our kingdom and there were mothers there with their children to congratulate all the soldiers arriving home.

That night everyone gathered round a large table and ate like there was no tomorrow, I will definitely be sore tomorrow...

Visual writing prompts v2

Hello. I have been writing storys from images. This is called 'Drop off'

The two walked through the streets that were covered in snow. The snow was falling fast so every footprint left was quickly covered up, it was very cold that day. Emma now wished that she had worn her leggings but it was too late for that.

it was the first day of school and she didn't want to leave her older brother. As they walked she held tightly onto his hand but shortly they arrived at the school. They both stopped and Emma started to shiver now being more aware of the temperature. “Here we are” Spoke Jared looking down at his sister.

Emma looked up to him with a saddened expression, “But I don't want to go to school…” Emma’s eyes started to water as she whimpered, shortly tears started to roll down her cheeks and she hugged her brother.
“Don't worry, I had a first day too. It really isn't that bad.” Jared spoke trying to comfort his sister.
She looked up and smiled wiping her tears “Ok, if you really think so.” Emma turned around and walked into the gates and waved to her brother. Emma looked off to the future that awaited her and welcomed it and what was to come.

Visual writing prompts

Hello. I have been writing storys from images. This is called 'Memories'

It was december 14th. I awoke to my dog licking my face and looked at the time ‘8:57’ read the clock. I sat up holding the small black dog and pet it. “You wanna go on a,” I paused looking at the dog as it started to wag its tail. “Walk?” The dog barked happily and sprung off the bed running around in a few very quick circles and staring at me, its tongue hanging out of its mouth and its tail wagging like crazy. I laughed and got up out of bed and looked out the window of my cabin, my surroundings covered in snow.

I walked to the kitchen and turned on the kettle before getting out a cup, the honey and a raspberry leaf tea. I set down the cup opening the tea packet and putting it in. My dog put its front paws on my leg and I looked down, it had already grabbed its collar and had it in its mouth. “Clever girl” I kneeled down and pet her head and took the collar on.

I turned around to my now boiled kettle pouring the water in my cup. I put the kettle back and grabbed a teaspoon, dunking it into the honey jar then into my tea stirring it around. Once the honey was all mixed in with the tea I put the tea spoon on the counter and took my tea sipping it before just chugging the whole thing and putting it but the sink, grabbing the tea bag and putting it in the trash. I turned around and went back to my bedroom and went to my closet taking out a top, jeans and my red scarf. I got changed and grabbed my jacket off its hanger and put it on. I wrapped my scarf loosely around my neck and walked to the door where my dog was already waiting, her tail wagging.

I opened the door and my dog sprung out into the snow and ran off but not too far. I walked down the hill where I lived, stopping at a tree engraved with a heart and the letters ‘M + D’ I dragged my hand across it reminiscing of my ex who used to live with me before we got in a fight and I kicked her out.

I looked back at where I thought my dog would be but it was nowhere to be seen. I looked all around me and was unable to see my dog. I knew I would never find my dog in this weather and would probably get myself lost. I turned around back to my house and went inside closing the door behind me and just falling to a lump on the floor. I cried because that dog was my best friend and I never wanted to lose her, not yet. I was utterly useless and just flung off my jacket and went to bed crying myself to sleep over losing my dog. I woke up to a scratching at my front door and opened it along with weak barks. I sprung up and opened the door and my dog was there weak and cold. I picked her up and she was freezing. I took her to my warm heated bed and fell asleep with her in my arms. I don't think that I could ever be able to lose my dog but turns out I was wrong.

Text analyzing.

Hello. For reading I have been analyzing text. To see what I have done click here.

Adrenaline forest.

Hello. Last week on wednesday I went to the amazing adrenalin forest for my william pike. It was really fun and I highly recommend level 4. My hands and legs hurt a lot after but it was still an amazing experience.

That's all I have for now goodbye.

My maths.

Hello, I am here to present my maths. I have been learning algorithms.
Here is an examle:

 698
+737
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So how you would solve this is by first adding the 7+8 but it adds to 15 so you carry the 10 over to above the 9 and 3. As you may know 90+30 = 120 but we also have to add the 10 from earlier. so now we have 130, but that wont fit in the 10's collum. So we carry the 100. As we know we have run into another problem. 600+700 = 1300. After we add everything together we now have 1435!
Good bye and I hope this helped.

TREE OF ARM

HELLO HERE WE HAVE TREE OF ARM! HOPE YOU LIKE.
I MADE THIS TO SHOW A SORT OF EVOLOUTION TREE. IT IS MORE EXPLAIN IN LINK.
GOOD BYE

Why cats should be allowed outside.

This is what I have wrote. I will not translate it but if you ask nicely then maybe.

William pike

Hello. I am here today to report about my William Pike challenge.
As you can see I am lacking compaird to my comrades and assocoates. I have not been able to do my main passion project wich is to build a pc. The reason for this is a lack of money so I have started a gofundme if you could donate that would be great. 

Rats.

Hello.

Today I made this on MRS GREN. I decided to do it on rats since I am a very high public figure in a rat empire. I also paired up with my brother rat, Prince rat. Here is the link to that presintaion.

I hope you too decide to become a rat one of these days my friend.

Tech so far.

Hello. I am here to tell you about my expereance at tech.

Over my time I have created a steady hand game. It is going well so far and I am almost finnished!
Due to the end of term I deid not get it finnished today so I will not be able to provide a photo.

Poems!

Hello Salamamanders.

Today I bring to you 3 of my best poems! I hope you enjoy!
Here is the link

Tech!

Hello. Tody I am going to tell you about my time at tech and what I have been doing.

first on the list I have cooking. so far we have started cooking food from around the world! Today we made creamy pasta and last week we made pizza.

second is electronics! I finnished my curcit board too!

Well thatsw all. Bye!

Poems!

Hello my fellow salamanders! Get your crikets and lets roll!

In this blog I am goint to be sharing a few poems with you.. Here they are!

The homophobes should be scared
To walk outside everyday
Of getting slaughtered
Just like us, the gay.
Our voices won't be silenced.
We shall rise.
So to you, dear homophobes,
Be afraid of our rise.

The sky above turns grey

Drip, drip dripping down

My hair slowly getting soaked along with my clothes.

Sprinting home to warm back up.

Say Colorado the father announces

It’s a grand and snowy day on the hill

I zoom past

In my giraffe onesie

And skis

I’M A GIRAFFE

I shout

And ruin the photo

Bumping along the road

Bags in the back clanking together

It will be a while.

It will be a while,

Until I see you again.

My home fades away

Into the unknown I tread

Ode to Clafted, the head of RMIS.

You are strict with enforcing,

Mean but keep us in check.

You put up with mine and noobs sh--.

We joke around in general.

But that ends up in us getting warned by you

You are a good friend of mine, Clafted.

All I have to say is thank you

For inviting me to RMIS!

Though it’s only been two months,

Somehow we have 100 members!

And thats all for now! Stay slimy salamanders!

William pike passion project!

Hello my fellow salamanders.
Today I am going to tell you about what I am doing for my William Pike passion project!

So I actually have a few passion progects! My first one is building a PC! My current laptop is 7 years old and not the best for 3D modeling so I am hopfully with this going to have a better device to do things like 3D modeling and graphic art. My secon passion progect is to learn Russian!

Thats all for now. I will update if its wanted! Maybe if you want ill do an introduction to some of my characters? Goood bye and stay slimy salamanders.

The backstory of my character Lily J!

Hello. Due to some unfortunate formatting I will just be leaving the link so it will be better to read. Here is the link: Click here

persuasive argument

Persuasive argument.
Tuesday 25

Dear everyone, humans big, small, old and young.
We need to make a change. Our planet’s on fire and we can't have that. We need to cherish this land that we have and we need to protect it with every cell and molecule in our body. If we keep this up we won't have a planet to protect and live on i don't know if you notested but mars does not have the following:
A ocean.
An atmosphere.
Water.
Air to breath.
dogs.
Cats.
Animals in general!
Yes I  am aware that there is traces of water or there was water on mars at some point
So dear 2045. If you see this we are sorry. We most likely were not fast enough and you are probably living on mars. Does the current generation know what a polar bear is? Do they know what a tiger is?
I am very sorry to say that most likely we would run out of time to completely change the world but i have a solution. We eat the homeless people.  Now you might be asking why the homeless people? Well I was just about to tell you. If we start eating the homeless then that will fix:
Homelessness
Overpopulation (but not for the longest time)
And hunger.
We can feed the homeless people to the staring and when we run out of homeless people we can eat teenagers. The hormones in teens will keep you looking young and live longer. We could also make it illegal to have children to a point.

That's my argument, thank you and goodbye. ✌️

Pascall lumps snifters reveiw!

Hello my friends! tall, short, girl, boys, non-binary and my other queerlings! today i am writing a reveiw for pascall snifters lumps! it includes why i love them and why. here it is!

I absolutely love love love the new snifter lumps. They are immaculate and delicious if you know me then you would know how to make me do things. Offer me food, extra points if it's minty or just candy in general. I love how they are chewy and stick to your teeth but i know some people don't. I have a massive sweet tooth. They feel soft on the outside but as you bite down it becomes hard and chewy. The chocolate smells like a chocolate bunny you would get on a fresh icy easters morning. I absolutely recommend snifters to anyone who loves mint chocolate. Overall I give them 20 lollipops out of 10.

well that is all from me. and if someone from pascall is reading this, please sponser me and send me more to revew (email me at jenevajaed5f5z@rawhiti.school.nz ∩_∩)

What I know now?

Over the past few days I and others (the other people wo didnt bring there togs and have to stay inside) have been practicing working groups trough dance. 

We had learnt things like:

What it takes to work in a group.

What not to do in a group.

That it is harder to work in a larger group then a smaller group.

Here is a explanation to all of those. 

What it takes work ing a group:
It takes alot to work in a group there things you have to take in consideration. Like communication, coarditation and mainly... Team work of course! Its also good to be humble (being humble is to lower your statis blow your team members)

Here is what not to do in a group: 

You dont want to be bossy, even if you are the leader you still want to not let that phase you. You should always be humble.

Here is why its harder to work in a larger group.

If you are in a larger group then its harder to hear everyones ideas, coordonate and overall function.

Well thats all from me! have a good day, night and life!

my 100 word storys!

Hello my loveleys! this blog is ging to be for me to share my 100 word story's. this will often be updated with new story's.


The lost Civilization
Tuesday 18

This story is from what is estimated as far back to 1230. After 3 years of decoding we finally were able to find out about it! Hello my name preslie summers i am a scientist at [CLASSIFIED] labs. It is now 2034 we first found out about this civilization in 2020. The first find was just a skeleton but It baffled all of us here for you to see the skeleton wasn't like us.. No it was like an animal but lots of the bones and the way they laid suggested that it walked on two legs like a human...

Red door yellow door...
Tuesday 13

If you are unaware of this ritual then take this as a warning… This is all a test of your fears and how scary your imagination could be. Red door yellow door whatever colour door red door yellow door what colour do you see? It starts. I see a tall blue door similar to my front door. Enter it. I did, what's in there? A person, neither man nor woman, it was facing away. Go closer to it. I walked closer, it was pitch black with nothing on its face, suddenly two almost circular glowing white egg shaped eyes appeared...

The day I found my soul.
Friday 11

It was december, 1989. The roads were icey but the snow was shoveled off. I was driving in my little old station wagon, who am I you may ask…. My name is Jay Neumann. I am a lab assistant at Snobbys Hospital and Lab (or SHL for short). It was a hard day, but I won’t get into details. As I was driving I saw a blue glow. I swerved to a stop and quickly hopped out looking for it. There it was the glowing blue orb hiding amongst the winter trees it whispered ‘’Come closer Jay.’’ so I did…