Spellings,definitions and sentences

Aerial - definition- existing, happening o opperating in the air. Sentence -The stunt pilot gave an amazing aerial performance.
Article - definition - A particular item or object. E.g "small household articles" or a clause or section of a newspaper'magazine. Sentence - I enjoyed reading that article in the newspaper.
Furnace - definition - An appliance fired by gas or oil in which air or water is heated to be circulated throughout a building in a heating system. Sentence - A furnace is a device used for heating.
Practical - definition - Likely to be effective in real circumstances. Synonyms=handy, real, virtual. Sentence - The teacher gave practical advice.

William Shakespeare was an English poet and play-writer, who originated from Stratford Upon Avon. He is distinctly remembered as the greatest writer in the English history. Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway at the young age of 18, with whom had 3 children. Susanna, and twins Hamnet and Judith. His successful career started in the year of 1585.  He went on as a an actor, writer, and part owner of a playing company. The plays of Shakespeare during his lifetime were performed on stages in private theatres and playhouses. The Globe theatre, where many of his memorable plays were staged, is certainly the most well known theatres of the Elizabethan period. His plays were based on events that he tried to portray within them.  William also wrote poems, his best including The Sonnets, which was first published in 1609. The cause of Shakespeare’s death is unknown, but we do know that he died on April 23^rd,  1616, supposedly a couple of days before his birthday, however, there is much debate of whether Shakespeare actually died on his birthday. There is much confusion over whether Shakespeare’s birth date is the 23^rd April, or the 26^th.  The websites i used for my research are;
the VLE; Shakespeare, Who Was He?
www.wikipediashakespeare.co.uk
www.shakespearefacts.co.uk

 

Shakespeare,Who Was He?
He creates tender scenes, and love stories, such as Romeo and Juliet,which are still universal today.
His works are translated worldwide, and people still memorize his lines.

Shakespeare Hamlet – Act 1 Scene 1   13.11.12

It was very dark and bitterly cold. It was twelve o’clock in Denmark, outside the castle. Francisco was on guard, but Barnardo enters, saying he will take over. Marcellus and Horatio enter, and start talking of the ghost they’d seen twice before. Marcellus names it ‘a dreaded sight’, but Horatio believes none of this.

The spirit mysteriously enters, Horatio sees it, and demands it to speak, and asks “What are you?.” He explains it looks like the King of Denmark. Spirit then disappears, it is too dark to see where it has gone. The ghost exits. Marcellus notices that Horatio has gone pale, trembling, and looking startled. Horatio has a feeling that the spirit is bad news for the country of Denmark. He also thinks the ghost appeared for a reason that night, that the ghost knew he, Marcellus and Barnardo would be there. Barnardo agrees. Ghost enters again shortly after, Horatio demands it to speak to him. Ghost exits when Marcellus decides to strike it with his spear, but misses because it is too dark to see.

They both exit.

Phrases that Originated from Shakespeare Plays

1.     “It is neither here, nor there”

2.    “I’ll not budge an inch”

3.    “What’s done is done.”

4.    “All that glistens, is not gold”

5.    “It’s the green eyed monster”

6.    “All the world’s a stage”

7.    “Where my heart upon my sleeve”

My English Story! :) <3

To Be or Not To Be?

It was getting worse. Every morning they’d be waiting for me to get on the school bus. Sarah would shout horrible names and her two other mean friends Miranda and Jane would copy. They would all stare at me with those piercing, malevolent eyes. I always sat on my own, usually in a spare seat as far away from them as possible. Sarah often crumpled up her bus ticket and threw it at me, giggling amongst her friends. I felt so alone. This was how every day started…

In school, I didn’t really have any friends. Most children in Shakespeare High had established their own group of friends, so they just ignored me. I moved to Shakespeare High about a year ago; we had to get out of our area as we couldn’t afford to stay in the house we were living in. Now, mum and I live in a small bungalow, not far away from my new high school. It’s big enough for the both of us I guess. Our house is a simple home really, not much furniture and it’s definitely not like my old house. Some days I wish I was back there...well most days.

When I got to school, I rushed upstairs to my form room, and waited for Miss Honey to arrive. She was my form teacher. Miss Honey was always so lovely to me, asking how I was. I said the same thing every day, “I’m fine thanks Miss Honey”. I lied. Everyday, Miss Honey looked extremely pretty, wearing beautiful soft dresses, with her long blonde hair cascading down her back. Some days it was tied up in a bun, but I preferred it down. She had lovely blue eyes, the deepest sea blue colour. Miss Honey had a lovely, bubbly personality.  I adored her. So that was how I survived mornings...almost.

At break time, I tried going to the canteen to buy some toast, hoping not to bump into Sarah and her gang. “Just my luck.”  I thought to myself, as she came bounding towards me. Sarah snatched my piece of toast right out of my hand, and shoved me out of her way. She turned to Miranda and Jane and sniggered, as I stumbled awkwardly past all of the year 10s. When it came to lunch, I ate my small packed lunch in the toilets; I didn’t want to bump into Sarah and her friends again so I decided it was best just to stay out of the way. I hated lunchtimes, they seemed to last forever. I regularly thought of my old lunchtimes, at my old high school. They used to be so much fun, I missed my friends. “I wonder what they’re doing now,” I thought. “Have they made new friends? Was it more fun without me?”...

I often walked home as Mum didn’t have enough money for me to get the bus. Sometimes Sarah and Miranda would follow me home, throwing twigs and leaves in my hair. I tried to untangle them from my long hair, but I just made it worse. During the Summer, Miranda made me carry her jumper and her bag.  Sarah told me to carry her things too, saying what would happen to me if I didn’t, so I had no choice but to do what she said.

 

Luckily, they didn’t live by us; I had to walk much further than them to get to our house. As I approached the house, mum was outside to greet me. “Hello darling! How was your day?” She asked this question almost every day, and I always replied with, “Fine mum.”

Mum was gardening when I got in; her short hair was in a tangled mess with bits of leaves in, just like mine. She didn’t seem to notice the twigs in my hair; it didn’t feel like she noticed me at all some days. She was far too busy attacking the weeds that filled our embarrassingly tiny garden. There were thorn bushes that needed trimming and bits of litter that people had carelessly threw into our garden. It looked a state despite Mum working tirelessly to try and sort it out. I aimlessly wandered up to my room, treading carefully past mum, trying not to get in her way.

I had a history essay to do, (and probably Sarah’s too) so I attempted that, desperately trying to shut out the annoying noise mum was making outside with the lawn mower. I wanted to scream down at her, but none of my anger was her fault. Since my dad died a year ago, things had never been the same. Mum had tried to talk to me about everything, but I felt uncomfortable and stressed every time she brought it up. I preferred being on my own.

My room felt so empty. I hated the way my bed squeaked. I hated my room. Just as I finished my essay, I heard mum shout up to me from outside. “Sam! Someone’s here for you!” I startled and nearly fell off my bed! “No-one’s ever knocked for me before?” I said, quite perplexed. I made my way down the stairs to see who it was. The stairs where bare, with little spikes of nails sticking out. I was determined not to let in whoever had come to see me. Our house was a mess. “Hello?” I said in a gentle voice, as I approached the front door.  Mum went into the kitchen, I think she’d realised I didn’t want her there by the look on my face.  My heart skipped a beat; it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest at any moment...“Hey, Samantha!” Miranda yelled, skipping down the muddy path, stamping on all of the weeds. “I thought I’d just pop by and let you know me and Sarah’s History essays are due in tomorrow. I thought you might need some extra paper so I’ve brought some round, here you go!” she said cheerily, as she handed me her book and 2 pieces of plain white paper. I wasn’t entirely sure what to say to her. I was so angry, and really tempted to throw the paper back in her face, but of course, I didn’t, I just took it from her hand, and shut the door. “Bye!” Miranda shouted, sarcastically. I made my way upstairs, sulking. Mum followed me. “Sammy? What’s up?” she asked, trying to comfort me. I took no notice. “Nothing mum, just leave it!” I snapped.

She didn’t answer after that. I guessed she’d gone back to do more cleaning. It seemed that’s all she did lately. Mum hadn’t  got a job yet. She rarely spoke about getting a job, she just kept herself busy by cleaning. My dad used to have a very successful job as a lawyer, but since he died, there’s been no money. I don’t think I’ve seen mum smile at all since Dad passed away. It’s been a very different life for both of us.

I buried my head under my pillow and slammed my door shut that night. I heard mum shout my name repeatedly for tea, but I didn’t come down. I didn’t want to do anything anymore. I just wanted to crawl away.

I woke up late the next morning, remembering I hadn’t done Miranda and Sarah’s history essays! I startled and paced around my room for about half an hour. The floor boards creaked. I didn’t have time now, I had to get ready for school; I was going to be late for the bus. I dashed downstairs, not caring what I looked like. My tie was all messed up, so of course mum had to sort it out. “Samantha Geraldine Hunt, where do you think you are going looking like that? And wipe that stupid red paint off your lips right this second!” Mum screamed. I hated it when she used my full name. I hated mum. I shouted abuse back at her, and she smacked me so hard across my face. I stomped upstairs, screaming as loud as I could. All of a sudden, my room started spinning, I went so dizzy, and collapsed onto my bed. A few minutes later, I regained consciousness, and heard mum downstairs sniffling, and a clattering of plates. I snatched my blazer off my door handle and dashed out of the door. I looked at my watch, my heart sank. I’d missed the bus. Thoughts started running through my mind, my head was banging. Tears ran down my face. The wind was attacking my face, mascara slid down my cheeks. I looked awful. I ran and ran and ran, hoping I’d eventually get to school, but I didn’t know whether or not to just keep running...

It was all so hazy; I could barely see a thing. My eyes were filled with tears and they streamed down my red face, my cheek still throbbing. A sign for Shakes High suddenly appeared, so I sprinted straight through the gate, bumping into pupils as I ran. I wasn’t thinking, I simply just kept running. I accidently bumped into Mrs Parks, my maths teacher. Her hot chocolate spilt all over her black skirt, “What are you doing dashing about like this Miss Hunt? You do know this is a school building, not somewhere for you to just run about doo-lally!” Mrs. Parks exclaimed, in a sharp tone. I could see Miranda and Sarah in the corner of my eye, sniggering to each other, pulling faces at me. I squirmed, thinking of something to say, “Err, sorry Mrs. Parks, I didn’t mean to bump into you, I didn’t mean to, I’m terribly sorry,” I said, apologetically. Mrs. Parks acknowledged my apology. “Get to class please; the bell’s going to sound any minute.” I did as she said and scurried across towards my form room, deliberately not making  eye contact with Miranda and Sarah. It was too late, they’d seen me. Sarah followed me eagerly, and Miranda trotted along behind. I was furious. I started jogging, but it was no use, they kept up. Sarah grabbed hold of my hair and ragged it out of its pony tail. “Ow!” I yelped, as my long thick brown hair became a tangled mess. “So Sammy,” Miranda said in a sarcastic tone, like I was a joke. I hated the way she treated me like I was nothing.  “Where are our History essays then, eh?” she questioned. I ignored her and kept on running, longing to reach form so I could see Miss Honey. Then I’d be safe I thought. Miranda repeated herself, as though I hadn’t heard her properly, (of course I had). “Where are our History essays?” she screamed, sounding extremely irritated at my lack of response. Sarah attempted to trip me up, forcing me to stop abruptly. “I don’t have them,” I whispered.  Miranda seemed even more irritated now. Her small, plump face went bright red, and her long, dangly ear-rings shook. All of a sudden, she threw a tantrum right in front of me, calling me names, screaming abuse, as the other pupils stared on, watching her rant at me. Sarah just stood there, bewildered. I just listened to her, taking in everything she said to me. I felt so down inside. It just felt like the whole world was against me. I guess I’d felt like that for ages. Slowly, I walked away from Miranda, feeling like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders;  she continued to moan to Sarah.

Just then, Jane came up to me. “Oh no,” I said to myself. I didn’t need any more nasty language from these horrible girls I didn’t even want to be around. “Why should I take this abuse? I’ve done nothing wrong,” I thought to myself, and this immediately made me feel stronger.  She tapped my shoulder; I turned round, “what do you want?” I asked angrily.  Jane seemed terribly surprised; almost saddened I’d spoken to her in this way, like we’d been best friends forever or something. “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry,” she whispered softly. I was pleased that she’d had the courage to come up and say this, but I still wasn’t reassured that she would now become my friend. It didn’t really make me feel better. I needed something that would.

Form was a struggle; I thought I’d be okay talking things through with Miss Honey, but she wasn’t in. It was a supply teacher. I didn’t like the look of her at all. She had a zebra print jacket on, yellow jeans and a sparkly pink top, black boots with glasses at the tip of her nose. She couldn’t pronounce any of our names right, which was strange, as all of our names were fairly normal and easy to say.

When school was over, I walked home on my own. My head was all over the place. What would happen once I got home after I had left the house this morning in such a state? After mum had hit me? Surprisingly, mum seemed in a jovial mood, asking me about my day. Obviously trying to forget this morning’s events, she kept doting on me until I rejected a homemade cookie. “I don’t really feel in the mood for food right now mum.”

“Samantha, could I trust you in the house for half an hour? I’ve got to nip to see your granddad in hospital, he’s not very well you see darling. I’ll be back soon. Don’t answer the do..“

“I won’t mum.” I said, interrupting her.

“Good, see you in half an hour goodbye!” Mum said, shutting the door tight.

“Bye,” I said, as my voice faded.

The house seemed so daunting when I was the only one in it. I felt a bit intimidated, and all my anger came flooding back. I ran to my room and started banging loudly on my walls, screaming and yelling at the top of my voice. I stripped pictures of mum and me off my wall, and threw the covers off my bed, messing up my room in a rage. My glass photo frame shattered into tiny shards of glass onto my wooden floor. In it was a picture of me and my Dad. Tears trickled slowly down my face. Crawling into the corner of my bedroom, I hugged and squeezed my teddy Bluebell. He was my only friend now. When I eventually stopped crying, I wandered into mum’s room I noticed some anti-depressant pills beside her bed. Thoughts raced through my brain again and suddenly I felt my hand reach for the small jar. “What are you doing Sam?” voices repetitively sounded in my head. They sounded just like Dad. I shook the jar, and about 15 pills fell out into the palm of my hand. The room was still. I felt a cold shudder, as my arm lifted to my mouth, and I swallowed the tablets. Slowly I slumped to the floor with a thud...

The next thing I can remember was waking up in a hospital bed. Mum was sat in a chair opposite me, squeezing my hand nervously. I felt her shaking. There was a nurse beside me too and  it looked like she was speaking to me, but I couldn’t hear a word she was saying, until she mentioned the word ‘bullying’.  My ears pricked up immediately.

“What has Miranda told you? Why are you all here?” I shrieked, terrified to realise I was still stuck in the middle of this nightmare.

“Who’s Miranda love?” Mum asked, looking interested in me for a change.

“No-one mum, just leave it.” I said, knowing I’d said this a million times before.

Mum looked saddened as she knew I hadn’t told her what I had been going through.

“Now Samantha, I think you had better tell your mum what’s been going on,” the nurse said, encouraging me to open up. It pained me to say it, but I told her the truth..... from beginning  to end.

Mum seemed horrified at what I had told her, but she was in no position to question me about it. I saw the guilt on her face. She’d obviously remembered all of the times she’d given me the cold shoulder. Mum reached out and gave me a hug which reassured me that she really was sorry.

“I’m sorry too mum,” I said softly, as I hugged her tightly.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for dear, I’m sorry. I should never have left you. I wish you could have told me what was going on.  Promise me, from now on, you’ll tell me if something’s upsetting you?” Mum looked at me, eager for an answer. I nodded my head, hoping mum would understand. The nurse interrupted.

“Mrs. Hunt, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know Samantha’s going to be just fine. We’ll just have to keep her in for a couple more days, just to keep an eye on her, but things are going fine,” she said cheerily.

I was relieved. It was a terrible mistake taking mum’s medication. I had just felt so lost and empty and needed something to make me feel better. I wished I’d told someone about Miranda and Sarah earlier, and then maybe these problems wouldn’t have escalated to such an extent. I probably wouldn’t be in hospital now if I had told Miss Honey about them sooner. I wish I had...

“There’s someone here to see you, Sam,” the nurse said. I looked up and felt elated. It was Miss Honey!

“Hello sweetheart,” she said gently. “I heard you’ve not been too well recently. I want you to know that Miranda and Sarah are in grave trouble with the Head teacher. They are going to be severely dealt with, don’t you worry,” she said as she handed me a little cuddly teddy. It had a lovely soft feel to it, and it was holding a jar of honey.

“Aww, Miss that’s so kind of you! You’re truly the best teacher in the world,” I said, reaching over to her for a hug. “I’m going to name it Honey bear” I said proudly. Miss Honey gave a little chuckle, and I did too.

 

 

I remembered my username&password :)

The name of my article is Beary Scary! I have chosen this name because I am writing about Golilocks and the 3 bears, and the bears are scared beacuse someone has broken into their home.

JK Rowling writes that there are 700 fouls in the game of Quidditch