T2+Narrative

[|T2 Narrative Writing]

__Friday 24 June 2011__

I slowly woke up, still drowsy eyed I got up and started walking of to the toilet. My legs were stiff from training last night and I really just wonted to go back to bed and fall into a deep sleep, but I knew I couldn’t because I had to go to school. Well I was on the short walk to the toilet I heard the door slam very loud all of a sudden, and my Dad running down the hallway with a envelop in his hand. “Brent you will never believe it!” My Dad dramatically yelled running to me. “What’s up Dad?” I said surprised. “You, you got a letter to open Brent!” Dad said excitedly “Oh yuppy its not like I have never had a letter before Dad” I sarcastically told him. “Brent cut it out this is very important.” As he handed me the letter I instantly recognized the logo that was on it. I couldn’t believe it, all these thoughts started to race through my mind about what might be in it. Dad handed the letter to me and I stood there and didn’t move I was stuck in excitement with what might be in it. “Well hurry up and open it!” My Dad said. This made me come back to earth and I dramatically ripped it open. I pulled the letter out of the envelop and stared at it. I had to calm down a bit because I couldn’t read the letter my hands were shaking so much with excitement. I finally got myself to calm down a bit and started reading.

//Dear Mr Brent.//

//I am delighted to tell you that you have the great opportunity to travel to Manchester and trial for England's joiner soccer world cup team. We have heard about you and your coach thinks that you and Jack would be perfect for this. You will be competing with 20 other kids from around England. We will have to kick quite a few from the team though so hopefully it’s not you! The first trial will be on the 7 August and altogether there will be four trials. I know that you live on the other side of England so in this envelop there is two plane tickets one for you and one from your Dad. I will be hoping to see you soon.//

//Yours sincerely// //Josh Mcdowel//

“OH MY GOD!!” I screamed when I finished reading the letter. Me and my Dad were so excited I couldn’t believe it I got to travel to Manchester for England’s world cup team! I would rather be supporting New Zealand because I was born there but me and my Dad came over here when my Mum died. I hadn’t seen my Dad so excited for ages. This was great. I looked at the tickets for the flight over there and they were registered for the 3rd of June which was tomorrow! “Dad!” I said so quickly that my Dad could barely understand me. “We are leaving for Manchester tomorrow!”

A few days later I was standing outside the stadium in my lucky red Manchester United training shirt, and brand new Nike boots. I felt like Cristiano Ronaldo. I was Ready for my first trial, I slowly started walking into the stadium. But while I was walking in I heard a familiar voice of my best friend Jack. I turned around and saw him running up to me from behind. Straight away I could see how excited he was about this to. He had a massive smile spread right across his face. The only problem was that I noticed he had bought the exact same, new Nike boots as me. “Brent! Finally, the first trial!” He said so excitedly. When he caught up we walked into the training pitch and saw the coach so we headed over to him. “Aha now here are the last to lets all pair up and start off with some first touch drills” Later that day when we had finished the first trial I was stuffed. They train you so hard it was like ten times worse then my reps training back home. But it was worth it I thought to myself. I thought that me and Jack trained well and hopefully the coach thought it was good enough so far.

The other two trials went great. I was getting on well with the rest of the people that were trailing and I thought that I played quite well over the last to trials as well. Jack thought the same about it to. While we were walking over to the training pitch for the very last trial I was so nervous. I could hear my heart beating as though it was right beside my ear. Well I was on the short walk there it seemed like it took me an hour just for one step. After what seemed like hours me and Jack were there with the rest of the trailers and coach sitting down with them talking. “Brent, Jack thanks for coming. Now as you all know it is the very last opportunity to make the team. I will be watching you all very closely and will be picking up every mistake you make and that one mistake could just wreak it all. But hey no pressure.” We started this training of just like all the other ones. I had made a few mistakes just like everyone else but that weren’t to bad. Well thats what I thought anyway. After a hour and a half the coach announced that it was the last time through the drill. Jack just went because he was in front of me and there was a lot of pressure on me when Jack got it perfectly in the goal when it was a volley and the siltiest mistake would of set it of track but he hit it perfectly. I slowly walked up with the ball at my feet. I passed it in front of me with a crisp pass to my partner who gave it a nice first touch so that I would belt it out to the winger and it was a perfect pass just in front of his feet. He did a perfect cross in it went straight past the goalie and well it was in the air I leaped up and swung my leg up and around and hit the ball perfectly. It pounded right into the top left corner of the goal.

A couple of weeks later I was so desperate to see if I had got in or not. I couldn’t wait I just needed to know. The letter still hadn’t come. When we were back in Manchester coach said that it would take 3 weeks at the most but I didn’t wont to wait that long. Slowly I got up of the couch and decided that I may as well go and check the mail. Well I was getting up my legs felt like jelly. The whole day had just been a lazy day for me, all I did was play playstation and laze around. The letter box opened with its usual long creek well you pull down the lid. Inside were two letters. One that I looked at it was just a bill for my dad. The other one I was amazed to see it had that same logo on as the first one which meant it had to be the letter saying if I got in our not! This time I didn’t stand there with shock I just ripped it open as fast as I could. I quickly ripped it out.

//Dear Mr Brent.//

//I am delighted to tell you that you have aced the trials and you will be playing left mid for our team in the joiners soccer world cup 2011. You will be sent some tickets for a flight back here to Manchester late next week and you will also have a pass for our personal hotel for two months. We hope to see you soon.//

//Yours sincerely// //Josh McDowell//

//“//DAD DAD DAD!! I MADE IT IN!!” I yelled. “Into what?” “The joiner soccer world cup team for england!” “THAT’S AMAZING BRENT!”

__Thursday 23 June 2011__

**Comment: Great story Taylor, this is something I'm sure you would like to happen in your own life. I especially like how you have included the letters in the story and used italics to show what was written. There needs to be a bit more in the story (as discussed, before the final letter is given)**

**Next Step: You begin with a variety of sentences, however as the story progresses sentences seem to be of similar beginning or length. Develop your sentences using descriptive words or actions verbs to show the reader the story**

**A few days later I was standing outside the stadium in my lucky red football shirt and brand new boots, ready for my first trial. This was the highlight of my life, I had been looking forward to this for ages, I couldn’t believe it! Slowly walking in I turned around and saw my best mate Jack running up to me. Smiling with a wide mouth and cheeky look I could tell he was excited.**

I slowly woke up, still drowsy eyed I got up and started walking of to the toilet. My legs were stiff from training last night and I really just wonted to go back to bed and fall into a deep sleep, but I knew I couldn’t because I had to go to school. Well I was on the short walk to the toilet I heard the door slam very loud all of a sudden, and my Dad running down the hallway with a envelop in his hand. “Brent you will never believe it!” My Dad dramatically yelled running to me. “What’s up Dad?” I said surprised. “You, you got a letter to open Brent!” Dad said excitedly “Oh yuppy its not like I have never had a letter before Dad” I sarcastically told him. “Brent cut it out this is very important.” As he handed me the letter I instantly recognized the logo that was on it. I couldn’t believe it, all these thoughts started to race through my mind about what might be in it. Dad handed the letter to me and I stood there and didn’t move I was stuck in excitement with what might be in it. “Well hurry up and open it!” My Dad said. This made me come back to earth and I dramatically ripped it open. I pulled the letter out of the envelop and stared at it. I had to calm down a bit because I couldn’t read the letter my hands were shaking so much with excitement. I finally got myself to calm down a bit and started reading.

//Dear Mr Brent.//

//I am delighted to tell you that you have the great opportunity to travel to Manchester and trial for England's joiner soccer world cup team. We have heard about you and your coach thinks that you and Jack would be perfect for this. You will be competing with 20 other kids from around England. We will have to kick quite a few from the team though so hopefully it’s not you! The first trial will be on the 7 August and altogether there will be four trials. I know that you live on the other side of England so in this envelop there is two plane tickets one for you and one from your Dad. I will be hoping to see you soon.//

//Yours sincerely// //Josh Mcdowel//

“OH MY GOD!!” I screamed when I finished reading the letter. Me and my Dad were so excited I couldn’t believe it I got to travel to Manchester for England’s world cup team! I would rather be supporting New Zealand because I was born there but me and my Dad came over here when my Mum died. I hadn’t seen my Dad so excited for ages. This was great. I looked at the tickets for the flight over there and they were registered for the 3rd of June which was tomorrow! “Dad!” I said so quickly that my Dad could barely understand me. “We are leaving for Manchester tomorrow!”

A few days later I was standing outside the stadium all geared up and ready for my first trial that I had been looking forward to for ages. I couldn’t believe it. I slowly started walking in and then I turned around and saw my best Jack running up to me from behind. Straight away I could see how excited he was about this to. “Brent! Finally, the first trial!” He said so excitedly. When he caught up we walked into the training pitch and saw the coach so we headed over to him. “Aha now here are the last to lets all pair up and start off with some first touch drills” Later that day when we had finished the first trial I was stuffed. They train you so hard it was like ten times worse then my reps training back home. But it was worth it I thought to myself. I thought that me and Jack trained well and hopefully the coach thought it was good enough so far.

The other two trials went great. I was getting on well with the rest of the people that were trailing and I thought that I played quite well over the last to trials as well. Jack thought the same about it to. While we were walking over to the training pitch for the very last trial I was so nervous. I could hear my heart beating as though it was right beside my ear. Well I was on the short walk there it seemed like it took me an hour just for one step. After what seemed like hours me and Jack were there with the rest of the trailers and coach sitting down with them talking. “Brent, Jack thanks for coming. Now as you all know it is the very last opportunity to make the team. I will be watching you all very closely and will be picking up every mistake you make and that one mistake could just wreak it all. But hey no pressure.” We started this training of just like all the other ones. I had made a few mistakes just like everyone else but that weren’t to bad. Well thats what I thought anyway. After a hour and a half the coach announced that it was the last time through the drill. Jack just went because he was in front of me and there was a lot of pressure on me when Jack got it perfectly in the goal when it was a volley and the siltiest mistake would of set it of track but he hit it perfectly. I slowly walked up with the ball at my feet. I passed it in front of me with a crisp pass to my partner who gave it a nice first touch so that I would belt it out to the winger and it was a perfect pass just in front of his feet. He did a perfect cross in it went straight past the goalie and well it was in the air I leaped up and swung my leg up and around and hit the ball perfectly. It pounded right into the top left corner of the goal.

//Dear Mr Brent.//

//I am delighted to tell you that you have aced the trials and you will be playing left mid for our team in the joiners soccer world cup 2011. You will be sent some tickets for a flight back here to Manchester late next week and you will also have a pass for our personal hotel for two months. We hope to see you soon.//

//Yours sincerely// //Josh McDowell//

__Wednesday 22 June__

I slowly woke up, still drowsy eyed I got up and started walking of to the toilet. My legs were stiff from training last night and I really just wonted to go back to bed and fall into a deep sleep, but I knew I couldn’t because I had to go to school. Well I was on the short walk to the toilet I heard the door slam very loud all of a sudden, and my Dad running down the hallway with a envelop in his hand. “Brent you will never believe it!” My Dad dramatically yelled running to me. “What’s up Dad?” I said surprised. “You, you got a letter to open Brent!” Dad said excitedly “Oh yuppy its not like I have never had a letter before Dad” I sarcastically told him. “Brent cut it out this is very important.” As he handed me the letter I instantly recognized the logo that was on it. I couldn’t believe it, all these thoughts started to race through my mind about what might be in it. Dad handed the letter to me and I stood there and didn’t move I was stuck in excitement with what might be in it. “Well hurry up and open it!” My Dad said. This made me come back to earth and I dramatically ripped it open. I pulled the letter out of the envelop and stared at it. I had to calm down a bit because I couldn’t read the letter my hands were shaking so much with excitement. I finally got myself to calm down a bit and started reading.

//Dear Mr Brent.//

//I am delighted to tell you that you have the great opportunity to travel to Manchester and trial for England's joiner soccer world cup team. We have heard about you and your coach thinks that you and Jack would be perfect for this. You will be competing with 20 other kids from around England. We will have to kick quite a few from the team though so hopefully it’s not you! The first trial will be on the 7 August and altogether there will be four trials. I know that you live on the other side of England so in this envelop there is two plane tickets one for you and one from your Dad. I will be hoping to see you soon.//

//Yours sincerely// //Josh Mcdowel//

“OH MY GOD!!” I screamed when I finished reading the letter. Me and my Dad were so excited I couldn’t believe it I got to travel to Manchester for England’s world cup team! I would rather be supporting New Zealand because I was born there but me and my Dad came over here when my Mum died. I hadn’t seen my Dad so excited for ages. This was great. I looked at the tickets for the flight over there and they were registered for the 3rd of June which was tomorrow! “Dad!” I said so quickly that my Dad could barely understand me. “We are leaving for Manchester tomorrow!” “Wow we better start packing then. You can have the day of and get everything ready I will quickly ring then now.”

Personification, Anger

Anger has eyes that are fill with hatred It listens to the heavy metal music and builds its anger. Anger is related to loneliness jealousy and hate. Being lonely makes you angry with everyone. Jealousy makes you angry with people because you are jealous of them being better. Anger walks around with hate. Hate causes anger, they go together. Anger causes hate, hate causes anger. Hate is for hell. There is no place for hell. So no place for hate.

Made a new one because I did not like this one and do not wont to do one on anger.

Personification, Imagination

Imagination has great deep blue sparkling eyes. Imagination always has a bounce in its step well it walks around. It lives in a house filled with wonderful things that know one has seen before. It lives and moves wherever and does not mind because imagination works anywhere. It’s loves to hang out with creativity. Imagination is always happy and creative and will always make it fun when you are bored. Imagination is the best thing you could have. Without it the world would be dull and boring.

__Friday 10 June 2011__

Personification, Anger

Anger has eyes of deep pitch black. It listens to the heavy metal music and builds its anger. Anger is related to loneliness jealousy and hate. Being lonely makes you angry with everyone. Jealousy makes you angry with people because you are jealous of them being better. Anger walks around with hate. Hate causes anger, they go together. Anger causes hate, hate causes anger. Hate is for hell. There is no place for hell. So no place for hate.

__Thursday 9 June__

Squid Story. Some of this part I did.