Spotlight on Pippa and Courtney

We have been learning to write to describe and entertain in class. here are some stories by Pippa and Courtney that are both entertaining and descriptive.

The Dancing Elevator

My Family was staying at a really fancy hotel with chandeliers and fancy carpets and all the shiny expensive stuff that you could only dream of . Me and my sister shared a spotless room with a sparkling clean bathroom that shined like a diamond.  Mum and dad shared a large spacious room thats bed was as comfy as lying on a cloud. We were all on the  top floor.It had an amazing view that saw all over the city. I was the last one to go down to the for breakfast in the morning as I wanted a go in the huge luxurious shower. I quickly scurried down the hallway to the elevator .  didn't want to miss breakfast . I took a sniff and smelt the mouth watering food. The doors open and no ones was in there. Great. I stepped inside and looked at the mirrors surrounding me I decided this would be a great time to have quick dance.

It was fun dancing in the elevator you could slip and slide along the floor and seeing 100 of you dancing in the reflection.  I did some turns and all that stuff and was having a great time with all this excitement I didn't realise the elevator had stopped and the doors were opening but just as they started to open I decided to just to do a little silly move the bum spinner you know the one where you spin on your bum round and round. I quickly spun and on the last turn I saw 5 adults standing by the door waiting to be let in. I Quickly scurred into the corner and stood there as still as a cactus and a red as a cherry. I see them trying not to laugh turning purple by the second but just before they exploded I reached the ground floor and rush out. As I sit eating my breakfast I thought of how funny I must of looked spinning on my bum. That was definitely the most embarrassing moment!  

by Pippa

Embarrassing Moment

by Courtney

Going over the bridge I heard the sound of beeping cars surrounding ours and the cranes working hard, heaving the logs high up in the air. I wound down the window to get some fresh air, but all I got was big whiff of gas fumes from the thousands of cars crossing the bridge. I saw the boat sitting there at the docks waiting for us to aboard.  I wiped my hand across the window to see more of the boat, my hand almost froze it was like ice.

As I grabbed my bag I looked up at the gigantic boat, I felt tiny. The gas fumes got stronger every step I took towards the boat. The sound of  little kids crying, people murmuring and others saying farewells. As I took my first step on the boat I noticed the yellow and black stripes with the warning sign, I had never liked boats or planes and those signs just didn’t help.

When we found our way to the bar area, I got a rush of warm air, I plopped my jacket and my bag onto the couch and flopped right on top. I saw a glass bar and some little T.V.’s the size of a computer screen. There was people asleep and others about to node off. The fumes were gone I could finally breath again and now all I could smell was beer and wine. I heard people yelling at the poor bar men, I felt sorry for them, there was only two of them and about fifty people wanting drinks. The room was filled with the sound of music, quiet enough so you could hear the person next to you, but loud enough so that you can act like you didn’t hear them.

It was too hot inside for me, so I heaved myself off the most comfortable couch I had ever sat on, chucked my jacket on my shoulders and zombie walked towards the door. As I opened the door I saw the black sparkling sea gently swaying. It was a nice calm night, perfect time to be on a boat. The boat was chugging along slowly no wonder it takes us three hours to get to picton. I zipped up my jacket and watched as the boat left the harbor. I sat on a seat next to the side of the boat and played with the lace on my jacket.

Soon my eyes were starting to drop, they got closer and closer. I wanted to get up and go inside t fall asleep on those wonderful couches, but I just didn’t have enough energy 

 Courtney's is still a work in progress but what she has produced so far has shown great description.