In class we are learning about narratives and making good and exciting ideas. We did a sheet called sizzling starts and this is my favorite one;
The chalk was moving across the huge black polished white board but there was no teacher holding the chalk. I was trembling in fear and screamed “What is the chalk doing its moving by its self!” The children just laughed and kept on playing their clapping games and screaming out horrible tunes like ba ba black sheep. I thought if they could not hear me I could be the teacher’s pet in class. BOOM! The door slammed open and the teacher was slamming her high heel shoes as she walked. She yelled at me and ignored the rest of the children. I question myself. Am I dreaming? Or am I the lone and only target of my teachers life for life?
Question Time
What do you think?



































