Biking by shantelle

                        

First day, I learnt if you have more than two fingers under your helmet you have to tighten it. You have to bike in a straight line or you will crash. We learnt a game and the year 6s or year 5s stand on the outside,and the people on there bikes go in a circle inside the box when somebody touched the ground they are out,so you have to slow but to slow.Second day, at the start we played the game and  then we learnt how to use our breaks we road up then stopped in the cons then we did a tortoise race so everybody had to go slow

Whoever is first louses whoever came last wins.Third day we learnt to bike with one hand it is actually good to learn to bike with one hand so your hand is your indicator and your hand is your stop sign.  

   

                                                 Overdue

By Shantelle

Racing climbing like a star my fingers fiddle, my eyes are glued on. Extremely tired, I fixed my eyes on the gold. Overexcited I see my precious treasure.  Carefully I Place my hand on it. Dreaming gracefully, I start reading fast and  never stop. Delicately , I uncross my legs but then it got serious.Flowing angrily , into the scary story. Trees sighed and whined little bit scared I went up to them. Crashing wildly, leaves fall down and and attack their prey. Starving to death,I  my way slowly down to the little old apple tree. The wildness grew as I ate an apple then it happened  “IT’S TIME!” as soon as I heard I knew what it meant.Growing and feeling familiar tree’s growl , as I touch the little old apple tree. Stirring heartily ,I feel my PRIDE go away . Buzzing sounds , call into my  et the palm of my hands turn into a soggy hot sweaty monster then I look around the trees are gone , all I see is crazy money.