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= media type="custom" key="20820686" = = = = ALL ABOUT ME = = Name: Jayna Pedersen = = Nickname: Sky = = Age: 11 = = Birthday Month: April = = Personality: Horror Girl, Bookworm, Friendly, Joker, ICT fanatic, Pinball crazy and Fashionable. = = Fav colour: Black and purple. = = Friends:Sophie (coso13), = = Fav Subject and why: Definatly Writing!!! Because I think imagination is extremely cool. I have even writtin a few Books! (Only 2 refill pages each though lol!) = =Fav word: LOL! and ROFL!= = Fav websites: Animal Jam, Stardoll & Pandanda! (*Pandanda has closed) = = This is my Pandanda! = = = = Here is my mum's voki from Sharing Learning evening! = = media type="custom" key="13806920" =

*A sign of spring*  ** Creamy, Fluffy white clouds swim like the sky is a sparkly sea. ** ** A Monarch butterfly flies by like an elegant dancer dancing to a dramatic song. ** ** Little buds on a tree slowly spread out like a newborn butterfly emerging from a cocoon. ** ** The wind howls thunderously as it argues with the bright sun. ** __Playing Hard__ __♥By Jayna♥__ My feet tremor violently as I stagger across the muddy, gooey wet ground.I glance at a few kids jogging by aimlessly. My heart pounds like never before, fast like a cheetah hunting its prey. I shake every second not looking to stop. “Year 7 girls you’re up” a voice calls. It echoes in my head continuously. I pull myself up and line up at the starting line. The suspense kills me. Clack! I run at my own pace. One foot after another my arms swing beside me at the rhythm of my feet. I breath, run, jump, manouvre and turn. Drops of hot sweat drips down my cold face. Mud flings up my legs as I run. My lungs take deep breaths. Last lap. I spring up and sprint to the finish line. “Hooray!” I cheer it’s over. I’m happy with the place I finished with. = =

♥Making huts By Jayna♥

(This is my writing sample)
= = === Clack! Two chairs face each other transforming into one. Greer (my lil sis) giggles mischievously, like a villain thinking of a evil plan. A soft silk blanket covers the chairs, as if it caught prey between its giant jaws of death. Greer, with her grin on her face, clenches her hands onto a chair and drags it into the center of the living room. I, for one, knew mine was going to be way better than hers. She’s only four- but to me the best design is important. My (now) castle grows like a tree in fast forward – not stopping. Greer’s hut is tall too but not as strong as my master piece. “Greer, maybe you should swap the-“”I don’t need no help!” “Are you sure?” “Yes!” So much for helping. My construction was nearly complete but-no. The final jig-saw puzzle piece was lost until, I spotted it in you-know-who’s palace, an elegant statue made of gold worth a million lives. While she turns the other way, I scram inside!, snatching the beautiful idol which was now mine. Greer grabs a blanket off my hut looking happier than before. But always in the end, she always ends up crawling into mine snuggling up to me. ===

= = = = = Homework: = = = = Writing - My Fav Item I've grown out of. 7/03/12 =

But sometimes I might snuggle up to my pet toy called Polly. She was my guinea pig (alive) but that's another story...
= Here is a picture of my Blankie!!! = = (Blankie not real size) = (below) = =