Fact 1: The food is always packaged.
Fact 2: The dome is made for an experiment.
Fact 3: The bubble is only 11 metres wide!
Understanding 1: I understand that this would be a very hard thing to do
Understanding 2: I understand that the simulation would have to be quite serious because of the real scenario of you having to live on mars
Question 1: If Mars has non breathable air, then if we did set up a new community on Mars, would we have to wear spacesuits when we went out in the open?
The Zoo! I LOVE the Zoo! It is great, and my favourite animal is the Yellow Gorilla. It is so cool. When we arrive I go straight to enclosure, my mu can’t keep up. I look at it running. It is a very pretty sight. I take hundreds of photos on my mum’s phone I think all the data was wasted. My day at the zoo was great, and as I run back over the brick road, I think how much I will miss this when I’m older, so I think I should soak it all in now.
No way. It can’t be. I’m too scared. I shivered as I wondered what was behind the door. A horrible thing. A monster. A clown. Something that will haunt my dreams forever. I open the door to reveal something so frightening-no just my cat. His name is Lockjaw. Kind of scary I guess , but not what I thought it would be more scary.
3 hours later
There is a creak at the door again. I almost poo my pants. I open the door and a disgusting creature is waiting there, hungry for human blood…wait, no, it’s just my sister! Quite similar… (lol)
I don’t know how to explain this, but I will try. It all started when I went to get slurpies with my friend, Billy. I suddenly started seeing weird things. A big pimple on his forehead, only dirt flavoured slurpies and everyone around me looked sad, and grey. It reminded me of a time when I was watching ‘Freaky Friday’, and things started changing weirdly. It really creeped me out. I went to the doctors the next day, and they said I was fine, maybe it was just a phase I was going through. I have been scared ever since.
Word 1: Vital
Page 19. ‘I don’t like it either, but it’s a vital and important part of the plan,’
Meaning: absolutely necessary; essential.
Word 2: Brute
Page 20. ‘I try to get between Zelda, who’s cowering and whimpering, and the vicious killer brute,’
Meaning: a savagely violent man or animal.
Word 3: rears.
Page 24. ‘The horse rears up,’
Word 4: zloty
Page 29. ‘They’re worth more than four hundred zloty and two bottles of vodka.
Meaning: the basic monetary unit of Poland, equal to 100 groszy. 400 zloty is worth 150.63 Australian Dollar
Word 5: pleadingly
Page 31. ‘I look at the woman pleadingly,’
Meaning: the act of a person who pleads.
I stare at the giant hands. Something’s not right. There is something… lifelike about them.
The next morning I go to check out the hands again, but, they aren’t here… Am I in the right place? I check the sign. Yep, Preston Avenue. Maybe they got rid of them? I will definitely check tomorrow. Now I’m scared.
I go to sleep that night dreaming about the hands. What are they holding? A rope? I will never know because they are gone. Suddenly I hear a creak. I look at the door and see a massive hand statue in my doorway…
“Your dress is nearly ready your majesty the Queen, I have all the plans, but what colour should it be?” I ask.
“You have not even sorted the colour yet? Our party is in 3 days!” She screams. She storms out of the room. I quickly start making the dress. I grab different coloured materials and sew them together with my big old over locker. It is looking pretty good actually…
2 days later….
Wow. It really does not look how I thought it would look. It looks horrible. I bring it to the queen. She sees it, then faints. That’s great!
Page 133. What does Felix say when Zelda says that she has lost her toothbrush?
Answer: OK, you can borrow mine.
Page 138. What does the Nazi soldier do when he looks at the pages?
If you were Zelda, what would you do?
I can smell the cooked lamb up the stairs. In our small boot camp near the river, all there is discipline. All us kids are starved till we are on our knees weeping and crying, our pink lips dry. I’m starving. As I reach the top step, the smell gets stronger. My mouth waters. Suddenly I hear footsteps. The chef! Desperately, I hide in the cleaner’s closet. I am so nervous. The footsteps pass me. I creep out, and there it is, glistening in the light. Lamb stew.
“Hey!” A voice yells behind me. Shoot!
I grab the plate and run.
As I walk off, I think to myself, ‘why would I do that?’, and the truth is, I really don’t know. I guess… punching a kid in the face isn’t that bad. Oh actually, I did hit pretty hard, so yeah, it was bad. I remember Billy’s face when my fist connected. And the blood. Lots of blood. The next day my mum forced me to write an apology letter.
This is what I wrote:
I am sorry for punching you. I won’t do it again. One question though; why are you such an idiot?
From me, Dan.