Prologue

My mother was the most fascinating woman you would ever meet, she was also the fattest one. When the winters were cold and the snow was all around me liked a cold white barrier she would come and let me and my eight brothers and sisters or what I think was eight brothers and sisters drink her milk. Then one day Something happened, trucks came and took her away from me, big towering trucks. As out of place as bulldozers on a field of flower. They took my mother away, I squealed and she did back to me then they shoved her in the truck and drove off smirking and laughing and that day I swore to find her again, my mother. Anyway we were all sold to farms all around the area but a week before Christmas I heard the plans of my future and fled, never to be seen be my brothers and sisters again. I now know what happened to my mother, and it was going to happen to me before Christmas. Those trucks were from the bacon factory. Why are we worried about that you ask? Well we are pigs after all and I was the runt.

Chapter 1

“Come ‘ere ya sweet spring pig” said the man as he reached his hands towards me. ” I ain’t gonna hurt you, no one would hurt a sweet soul such as yours. I only wanna help ya, ya just so small and so frail… Now come to farmer Lester now!” I scampered back, the man in front of me was covered in wrinkles, he was like an old elephant about to lay down and die, but there was something happy and warm about him, the way he wore his Yellow and green hat to cover up his balding, grey head And the way his eyes seemed ancient but when you looked into the centre he suddenly looked Younger, their baby blueness resistible to look at. The man sighed and took off his hat, “boy my Alison would of loved you, you are just a little thing, a runt, It’s gonna be hard for you to survive, just like her. But Alison was a person of course, she was my daughter.” there was something about that that made me sad, whoever Alison was I was never going to meet her. When I looked back at the man he had a single, shiver tear on his cheek, though he tried to hide it I could sense his sadness. Maybe this man wasn’t like the ones from the bacon factory, maybe not all humans are bad. With that thought I let him gently lift me from my hiding place. “There’s a good pig now”. He carried me over to his ute and to my surprise sat me on his lap and stroked, my head with his free hand as we drove away.

Chapter 2

We arrived at a big brown barn It was giant and scary.

“All men on deck, all men on deck”, screamed scurvy Sam, his words were loud and powerful but the ferocious wind carried them away from the men’s ears awaiting orders and out to sea where they would never be heard by anyone. Suddenly everything became eerily silent ” on no, lord help me now” said scurvy Sam. No one heard Sam, not because of the wind but because Sam had been paralysed by fear and his tongue had gone completely numb. The giant beast began to circle the ship until it’s long head lifted from the waves. ” Sea demon” whispered Sam.

Ava and Izzy

Joint Re-write

Suddenly the time had come. The army cried a fearsome scream and picked up their heavily loaded artillery. The horses shot from their grounds. Jim galloped behind the doctors. He listened to the soldier’s painful cry, as he rode past them, then the beating of his own heart as they galloped towards the foe.

The Turks damage belted them like heavy bolts of metal, but their horses continued to ride strong. Whilst bullets whistled though the dry air they charged with every ounce of power and determination they had left in them.

In class on Wednesday days and Fridays we work on a group project of the Murray darling basin. I am in a group with Zali, Izzy and I, we were given a sheet of paper with lots of questions and we had to answer them with any format we like. My group are doing an iMovie and it is very funny but some of the othe formats were, keynote, cardboard, a book, or on word.

What is brain pop?

Brain pop is  a short cartoon on a website that teaches us about so many thing from bands like the beetles to the Supreme Court and the Miranda rights, we take points on the stories.

When do we watch brain pop?

we watch it in the mornings every day we can.

what is an example?

well I will use the blues as an example.

The blues is an old form of American music.

the Blues is a twelve bar piece of music.

the blues was a particularly popular form of music for slaves because they felt it eased their pain.

they are only some of the points we usually take.

I was a contestant of the royal mice racing maze championship; its simple, two mice are placed in a maze, the first mouse that makes it to the center wins. So with Snorty my mouse on my shoulder as happy as a baby pig rolling in the mud we entered the stadium ready to compete in the grand final. Snorty was placed in the maze, his tail wriggling like a worm at the top of rich soil. Go! The two mice scampered racing to the middle, and as they turned a corner Snorty saw the middle when SKEAK!!!! He stopped…

To my dear friend Zali,

Well believe it or not here I am, writing to you now. I cannot tell you how awful it has been for me, I am sore, cold and hungry but apart from that… where shall I start? The worst part is the battle, I will never forget the first man I shot; the excruciatingly loud noises made me go insane and before I shot him I looked right into his bloodshot red eyes. They were scared, just like mine. My horse was killed Zali, and I fear I am next, thats another thing, the fear. you never know when you will die or starve, I must fight or I will be killed. All I want is to be home, in front of the fire with a cup of tea in front of me and a warm blanket round me shoulders. lately I’ve been feeling a stressful pain in my shoe, when I took it off I discovered a swollen bloody wound high up on my ankle. It’s been hurting me greatly, I cannot mount my new horse without help, let alone ride it properly. The only thing that got me through Gallipoli was the captain, he gave me bravery and courage. Now he is gone I am not sure what to do, I felt he was always kind to me. If I was hungry he would share his helpings with me even though good food is scarce. The cold and smell makes up for nothing, I hope this war ends soon but that is All I have, A grain of hope. I don;t think you will ever see me again so goodbye Zali, Goodbye.

I slid down the pipe, slimy with slippery moldy, algae like a silky, green carpet. Water began to tumble down like a giant waterfall, I must move, FAST. Quickly I crawled along the bottom of the pipe, green water splashing up against my ripped jeans, my tiny silver horse shoe necklace banging in a beat on my chest. Carefully I swam through the murky water as it began to get deeper. Strongly I pulled myself through the water, higher and higher it rose, less and less current, more and more regret and for the first time I questioned myself weather or not I would live.

Have you ever seen something that horrifies you so much yet you can’t rip you eyes away from it no matter how gruesome or petrifying? Then when I looked out the plane window this happened to me. Why was I afraid of heights, I never knew but I was thinking about more than that.
What did I do?
Where am I?
What happened?
Questions flooded through my cloudy, grey mind and like a flickering light bulb clicking on I remembered… No. It’s not true. I did not, I could not, I would not. Did I? Where is this plane going…