Camp poem

Laughter filled the air as I paddle towards the others. When we start our long journey I hear people encouraging each other. The glittering estuary sparkles before my eyes. Colourful paddles nearly hit me as the people sway dangerously back and forward against the current. SPLASH suddenly I fall out. The water is very freezing. The salt water smelled gross. It tasted worse.

But I had a lot of fun. 

Katryn

Kind, Happy, Fun

Lover of: Netball and Reading

Who is able to shoot goals

Who feels happy when I’m with my friends

Who wonders what the world will be like when I’m grown up

Who fears puppets and big, black, hairy spiders

Who would like to travel to England and meet half my family

Who dreams of being a professional netball player. 

My hiding space.

As she starts counting I am unsure where to hide. I’ve only got twenty seconds left. I stare out of the window and the cold rain falls down. Cold!! I have a brilliant idea. I sprint up the long staircase and into the cold space. My arms are freezing so I put on a black jacket hanging up and decide to put my feet under a pair of shoes.

Twice people look in the wardrobe but no one sees me. I hold my breath as they stare for any signs of a human. 10 minutes later I’m getting terrible pins and needles. Why did I hide here? I can’t move and its pitch black. At least it smells nice.

Smiling, I decide to call out. “I know I’ve won!”

They run up the stairs and look in the room where I’m in. Sneakily, I step out of the dark closet. J