Ellie

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Hey! you have reached Ellie,
==Don't you think Room45's wikispace is the best??! I love love love dancing, hockey and shopping!!! I am a Shopping Fanatic!! My favourite celeb is Katy Perry she rocks! She has the most craziest, bizzare and out of the blue clothes and thats what I like about her!! I have the best friend ever you will not believe how great my best friend is she rocks! My favourite piece of clothing that I own is my Panda top from Jays Jays that say's Hug Me!!! I wish someday I could be Lady Gaga's or Katy Perry's fashion designer or I would like to go into the air force and be a sky diving instructor.I love my class and my teacher I couldn't wish for them to be any better!! I love Pink AND Blue AND My best friendsx ==  WALT: To provide a piece of descriptive writing by looking at a picture.

For this lesson we were all given a magazine cut out and had to describe it.It was fun but challenging.
Now i will share my piece of descriptive writing I'm stuck in a riot of confusion.Confusion flies over me like a swarm of bees waiting to attack.I tug on my blond hair What? Why? How? i thought anxiously.I had //WRITERS BLOCK//. My head was spinning oh so bad. My rosy lips chanted as i tried to think of some juicy lyrics.I was well and truly stuck WALT: recall a time in your life when you felt sad

Tears plummeted to the ground. "It can't be true I bawled. Memories frolicked around in my head, the baseball game, Christmas and the man who I called Santa. Pain jabbed my gnarled empty heart. I yanked the duvet cover over my confused head.

People crammed into my room. 'Ellie. Ellie are you ok?" they wept. My head was throbbing. I was lead towards the motorbike in the garage. It was trashed.

Policeman stumbled through the illuminous door. "Its serious" they muttered. instantly, Mum and I raced towards the police car. Sirens filled my ears. I pinched myself just to make sure it was true. My nightmare was real. We finally arrived at the hospital.

Mum dragged me through the doors and up the elevator. My hero, My dad was waiting. I had never been scared of anything else apart from opening the door to my father's potential death. Worries made a storm in my head. Lurching closer Mr-I'm-Just-here-to-make-everything-pretty with a capital P surrounded my Dad. It seemed like there was an experiment and my Dad was the guinea pig. A roller coaster made of tubes made a shield around him. It was the end and the beginning all at once. All I saw was a riot of colours as my tears still plummeted towards the ground.