Eliya



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The start of Spring

**The daises cover the ground** **like snowflakes changing the** **season.**

**The purple petals hold on as** **as the icy cold wind drops by** **like a bumble bee**


 * The green leaves stick together **
 * like gum on a pair of shoes. **


 * The wind clashes together **
 * with **** the trees like a fighter **
 * in a boxing ring **

//** My playing Hard story **//
 * Written by Eliya! **
 * This is my Making huts memior!! **

Cross Country!!! I am walking to the paddocks with a stomach full of butterflies that won’t stop moving. I run to the Paddocks and onto the mat. My friends are nervous too so we start talking so loud that the teacher tells us off. Time for our race, at the start line, GO! We run fast, i know my face is already pink and i know i am behind everyone. I sprint, jog, i’m tired, panicked, I hurt and thats why I feel great!

Shop Day

Yelling, shouting "there here, their coming" The whistle blows and the teacher tells us to get ready and calm down. the Juniors come down the ramp like a herd of thumping Elephants. '"get ready" I say " their coming over to our stall"  We stand there like flopping statues. The heat is over whelming. My group is under the deck and it still feels as if the heat is 24 degrees Now there are black and yellow bumble bee's every where talking as loud as monkeys when they are attacking an enemy. "look" i say excitedly. It's our first customer, what does he want. Sarah asks him.  '"what would you like: we've got Soda stream, juice, Russian fudge or guess the lollies in the jar" He thinks? "how much is this?" He points to the Russian fudge happily. "they are $1.50 a packet" I say.  " I'll have a packet" the boy says.  He passes over the shiny coins and we give him a packet full of delicious Russian fudge. we are happy, relieved we had our first customer. the day continues full of bumble bee's passing by and buying more and more until we are sold out.  "Can I have a piece of paper and a pen?" I ask <span style="color: #0d4df8; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 160%;">"sure" Riona replies. <span style="color: #0d4df8; font-family: georgia,serif;"> I get the honour I write SOLD OUT!. Amazing we feel over the moon. The whistle blows, time to pack up, I moan like a whining baby as we all wanted to continue. This has been the coolest day ever though. We pack up fast with a huge smile on our faces almost as big as a clown. I carefully place the money box in front of me and start counting up the money with my group crowding around me. <span style="color: #0d4df8; font-family: georgia,serif; font-size: 160%;">"we raised: $92.60" I say happily. <span style="color: #0d4df8; font-family: georgia,serif;"> " well done " we say altogether.