Year 6 Literacy

Aziz’s Diary! 

Monday

Dear Diary  

This has been another upsetting day of my life. I have nothing to do, I like to play games, but I have no one to play with. I’m always stuck in, my wheelchair, looking out of the window, and seeing Mrs Lal hanging her clothes on her washing line. Mr Yates normally comes out to do his gardening atleast thrice a week. I feel really depressed and lonely. I wish I hadn’t had my accident. How would you feel if you were in my position? I am so happy for people who don’t have a life like mine. I wish I could go to school and learn, dance and play football like the other kids.

Tuesday

Dear Diary  

This has been one of the best days of my life. You wouldn’t believe what had happened! I was sitting next to my enormous window like I always do, and I saw Masood repairing his motor bike. There it was standing on the pavement, shining like a diamond necklace. Moreover, the engine was shaped in a V shape, my favourite letter. Masood left his bike to have a rest. As I was looking out of the window the engine started roaring “Brrmm, Brrmm”. It whizzed passes my house and it went down

Wednesday  

Dear Diary  

As I was closing the door, the bike on to my drive way and shouted my name. I went outside and I started manipulating the bike. It started talking to me. It was questioning me about my age, and my name. I told the bike my age and my name. The motor bike requested if I would like to go on a ride. I told the bike that I was disabled, but it said just to sit on it. So as I was sitting on it, I was making myself comfortable and when I was ready we set off. It took me around the whole of London . I slept the whole week on that motor bike. Don’t you think that’s fun being on a talking motor bike? As I came I was still in my wheelchair, but no one knew that I was gone out with that motor bike.

Talking Portrait

“CRACK!” the vase in Hydie’s hands broke. Everyone gave her a gaze she hid behind Matthew. The security guard came up to her to see what had broke.Behind the two mates, was a mysterious portrait of a girl in a jail. The art gallery was quite old. So it must be very filthy, the dust was all over the place.

Hydie was a teenager. She had blonde, long hair, which she always left out. She wore ordinary clothes and a necklace that had a heart with silver dots on it, she also wore hoop earrings. She was an intelligent normal girl and she was also confident.However, Matthew was totally different he had long black hair also wore normal clothes. He likes music and sports. He was talkative and clever.

“I didn’t do anything,” repeated Hydie. Hydie kept on going with her aswell as dragging Matthew with her. They got closer and closer to the girl in jail in the portrait. Then suddenly they found themselves in the portrait.

Hydie asked the girl what her name was and she replied

“My name is Alex.”

“Why did you pull us in,” boomed the two mates. Alex started to cry. It took her quite a while but she managed to make an explanation.

“Because many years ago, people put me in jail so I don’t tell the truth anymore. Don’t tell me to tell you anymore. So I can get out of here before I get beheaded.”

“Hydie you disturb the guards outside, while I get Alex out of the portrait, and then I’ll come and rescue you,” instructed Matthew. Matthew was talkative that’s what made him a good instructor.

It took him quite a while, but in the end everyone came out of the portrait safe and sound. Everyone was happy. Alex went back to her family, while Matthew and Hydie carried on there lives happily.

The Talking Painting

“Bang!” the door slammed behind Jessica and Rina. Their class went to a brilliant museum and unfortunately, the girls wondered off to the paintings with fires in them. They were both cracking jokes and didn’t realise that they were separated from the class. The two mates deliberately blocked their noses because of the awful smell of bleach. It smelt like a toilet. It was so bad that they felt they were going to throw up! They were both puzzled because the walls were filthy and the paintings were shining like a crystal.

Jessica was really sensitive and always carried an asthma pump with her as she suffered from asthma quite badly. On the other hand, Rina was as confident as a judge but always forgetting things.

“Wow, this is amazing and so big!” Rina shouted out.                 

“Shhhhh! Be quiet. This is a museum, not a playground!” shouted the security guard. They decided to carry on walking before they would get into anymore trouble as they were in a mess already. They had been glad to have wondered off from their nagging class teacher, Mr. Steavlok.

“Take a look at this,” said Jessica with an excited grin on her face. “It’s paintings of the Great Fire of London.” Rina immediately rushed to view it.

“Oh my god, I can feel the heat from here,” Rina exaggerated.

“I feel so sorry for that little boy,” Jessica said with a lot of concern.

“Help me, help me! I’m trapped in this fire!” said the little boy in the painting. They looked at each other in astonishment. The pair of them took a step back as their jaws dropped.

Suddenly, they both found themselves in the painting, just outside of the burning building.

“Don’t worry, we will get you out of there somehow!” the girls explained to the worried young boy. Jessica looked around and saw a thick blanket on the floor. “Rina!” she screamed. “Quick, grab hold of this.”The girls lifted the blanket and told the boy to jump onto it. The boy jumped out of the window and landed onto the blanket. He was finally in safe hands, thanks to Jessica and Rina.

By this time, there was a huge crowd gathered around the painting. The museum staff came to thank the girls for their bravery. Just then, Mr. Steavlok came into the room with the other class members.

“What is going on in here?” he asked staff.

“Two young girls have just saved the boy from the burning house,” the staff member replied. Mr. Steavlok made his way through the crowd to find to his astonishment the girls were none other than Jessica and Rina from his class. He wasn’t sure if to be angry at them, or to be proud with them.  

Tanisha

Dear Diary,  

                   Today has been a boring day, it has always been like this. I wish I could go to school and play football with my friends (that’s if I had any!) I am always stuck in the wheelchair doing nothing. I can see Mrs. Lal hanging out her saris on the washing line. I am so bored what shall I do? I also saw Mr Yates digging his garden, there is nothing interesting about that. Why does it always have to be me? Why am I so different from any one else? 

Tuesday  

Dear diary,  

The next day I woke up and I was looking out of my favourite window, I saw Masood repairing his motorbike. There it was just standing there, just waiting for another adventure, the motorbike was really shiny and the exhaust was shaped as a v, what shall I do?  

It was so sparkly that I actually wanted to go on it, that would be so cool! That would never happen  any way.  

I wish the motorbike me a fascinating adventure. But were would we go?