Week 14

Spellings : Choreography, Scenery, Dramatist, Empathy, Emote, Harmony, Understudy, Portray, Characterise, Enact

It was about 7:59 when Gregory burst into Mrs.Higgins classroom and waited for the speech of glory. Today was quiet an exciting day as Mrs.Higgins had arranged a play and the dramatist for it was Esme Vander. The play was called 'Last Tuesday Night' going to be presented on the coming Wednesday. Everyone had been auditioning for the parts and Gregory was very much hoping to be chosen for Josh, the boy who last ever saw his parents. He had already seen the scenery being painted on the canvas and ready to be hung up in the auditorium.

"And now children, we have decided," Mrs.Higgins cool voice made her class sit up straight. "For Josh we will have Jake, and Brian  will do well for his understudy."

Gregory felt very much sad indeed. How could he not have been chosen? He tried so well for the parts, he was so sure to be chosen for Josh. He began to think deeply in self pity. He was so lost in himself that he didn't even realise that his classmates were all busy trying to enact different characters in the play. But the sound of music playing in harmony made him jump. While Mrs.Higgins was planning choreography with powerful athletic moves combined with some gymnastics for short dance, the main dancers in the class began to characterise an opening dance with soft agile movements.

"Gregory?" Mrs.Higgins barked. "I don't see you doing any proper moves here."

Gregory's mouth jutted down to portray a collection of bright white teeth and his friends looked towards him in empathy. Gregory simply dropped his head downwards like an unhappy dog, making him look like he was trying to emote the rabbit in 'Last Tuesday Night'.

Week 13

Spellings : Politically, Politician, Physicals, Physicians, Fraction, Fractionally, Reaction, Reactionary, Fiction, Friction, Proportion, Proportionate, Diction, Dictionary, Tractions, Subtraction, Directing, Directional, Electrician, Electrical

It all started when the family of three began to eat their dinner. Suddenly the thunderstorm cracked up and lightening surged around the house. And then they had the power cut. Little Joe, instead of doing his subtraction homework was sprawled all over the floor, reading a fiction book and a dictionary by his side, was very displeased indeed.

“Hey!” his surprised voice echoed around the house. “What happened? I can’t see anything!”

So while Mrs. Hope lighted a candle and calmed him down, Mr. Hope began to poke some numbers into the telephone.

“Hello?” He asked. “Is this Mr. Rider the electrician? We have a power cut around so if you could come over we would be very grateful.” And he began directing the electrician to the tiny hooked up villa where the three Hopes lived. In no time at all, the electrician arrived, dressed head to toe in black. He certainly didn't look like one though he carried a box of tools along with him. He gave Mrs. Hope a steely grin. There was something very sinister about him. His crunched nose kept snorting in an alarming fashion. Then he walked himself inside and into the kitchen, and stood on a chair, prodding at the ceiling, and trying to fix the electrical circuits. Little Joe howled somewhere about in the living room, so Mrs. Hope rushed off and while she attended to him, the electrician stroked his beard thoughtfully and gave a devilish grin. 

When she returned she stopped dead in her tracks to see a messy kitchen. A good proportion of her chicken pie had disappeared and so was Mr.Rider too. She noticed the back door had creaked open just a fraction. Mrs Hopes eyes grew wide in terror as light dawned upon her and she gasped in reaction to what had happened. She quickly headed to the telephone and began to dial the number ‘999.’ Despite all this going on, she still managed to have a laugh as Little Joe ran about shouting that he was a bossy politician.

Week 12 'i' before 'e' except after 'c'

Spellings : Handkerchiefs, Anciently, Perceived, Neighbourly, Yielding, Patiently, Conscience, Obediently, Deceitfully, Weights

1. Amy sighed mournfully as she opened the front door. Just her bad luck that the car broke down, halfway back home. “Mum, Mum!”, the two excited voices of her children made her cheer up. “Calm down, Cherry and Bess!” she exclaimed laughing. But then Bees spoilt it all by accidentally pouring strawberry juice all over Amy’s fine new white trousers. “Bess,” hissed Amy and scolded her deceitfully. “Cherry, go be a dear and get mum a tissue.” Cherry rushed off obediently and did just that. It was soon time for bed. After patiently tucking the children into bed, Amy’s conscience started troubling her. Was it so right to scold Bess for pouring strawberry juice down her?
   
   
2. Kathy walked back from school feeling proud. She seemed to be yielding a new talent. In case you didn't know, Kathy’s class had to sew handkerchiefs and whose ever seemed the best would win. And she, Kathy had won! Mrs.Linne, the sewing mistress was awfully pleased with her and said that she had perceived Kathy would excel brilliantly in sewing. My, whatever would her parents say.
   
   
3. He stumbled across the pavement. The weights of his ever so  anciently school bag was much too heavy for him. He tripped over twice and cried in pain. But nobody rushed forward to help him. People passing by pretended not to hear or would look at him and sneer at the horrible gash he had endured. Blood trickled down his leg and into his socks, making them look all funny. Just then, a neighbourly widow spotted the boy and rushed forward to help.

Week 11

Spellings : Frightening, Freights, Bearded, Hearth, Ploughing, Shields, Thief, Flavours, Flavouring, Rumours.

1. As I walked to the playground everybody laughed. Then some kid sniggered at me, "Is it true that Lizzy Green started ploughing the playground with a spade and then found a mummy inside?"They all laughed. I dug my nails into my plan. It had happened again. Just as I was having such a great day in school, Jack who had an intense dislike for me spread another rumour. And not just one. At least ten rumours in a day! The thought of the wicked thief spreading these unkind lies was too much to bear. I marched off to Mr.Tean, the brown bearded man to tell off Jack. It had gone far too much.
2. It was a dark quiet night in the forbidden forest as the boy stood in the very clearing. He was covered with marks of charcoal and his cheeks were a bright red. But that didn't matter now. For twelve days of suffering in bitter winds it was worth it. He rubbed his hands to the warmth of the hearth. The boy wore nothing at all except a small piece of loin cloth tied beneath his waist. He bent over to steady the roaring flames which had started to crackle noisily, and suddenly he heard it, the inhuman frightening cry. And then it pounced.
3. She sat by the railway station on the grassy landscape gazing hungrily at the many different flavours of ice-cream on display. The freights hurried on, making her feel quiet dizzy. Then the train stopped and chuffed like an athlete out of breath. Two men with devilish looks sneaked into the train and came out with something that looked like two shields plated with gold and silver. Flashing each other a saucy look they scrambled on, taking the loot with them.