My Best Friend, Thomas
Thomas is my best friend. We went to Kindy together and we live next door to each other. He has brown hair and light rosy pink cheeks. His eyes are goldie- brown. His lips are pink and his teeth are white with a hint of light yellow. His wears black shorts and a red and black t-shirt.
Thomas’ voice sounds like a mouse with a hint of lowness. When he walks his steps are as loud as an elephant. But when he is sad he gets angry.
Thomas is often glued to the screen of either his computer or the T.V. He is really naughty with his puppy because he teases her. Then she nips and he gets told off. He is a dare devil when he jumps off the shed roof onto the trampoline. He also teases me too. He is naughty! He loves to watch Scooby-Doo and Back to the Future with me. We laugh a lot. Thomas is not a good loser. He yells at me and says I cheated but I didn’t.
Other people see Thomas as cool. They also see him as a bit of a weirdo. But he is also adventurous! He is an amazing rugby player and some people would say he is a bit lazy. I don’t think that, to be honest. I think he is a bit silly, though, when he plays on his computer.
Tyson
Tyson is my brother. He has pitch black hair. It is smooth and straight. His eyes are as black as the night sky. He gets his tanned skin from being half Maori. He is about 1. 30m tall and sort of muscly.
My brother is addicted to the game “Call of Duty – Black Ops”. He gets grumpy if we talk. He shuts the door. He wears headphones like a pilot with them on. His thumbs move like lightening as he plays online over the world.
When my brother, Tyson, gets in the door he is all sweet because he’s been working hard. That is what my mum says. He’s cheeky to my mum and me. Freaky. My brother is sometimes playful and quiet.
My Mum, Alison
Her eyes are as blue as dolphins. Her smile is as sparkly as glitter. Her hair is messy as a bush. My mum has jeans as blue as the sea.
My mum sounds like the sea washing up on a hot summer’s day. She stomps around like someone roaring on a motorbike. When she walks to a party her heals click and clock. When she walks her hips go from side to side. But they are not the worst sounds. When she tells me off she is as loud as a gun.
My mum is playful when she wants to play a game of ‘Rummykub’. When my mum is in the car and we are talking she is a clown because she calls things names. My mum is cheeky when she buys chocolate bars.
Other people see my mum as being nice because she says things like ‘are you ok?’ I think she is sweet because she is nice as well. I think my mum is cool because she is a good mum.
My Mum, Cherie
My mum, Cherie, has short, layered, multicoloured hair. Her eye brows are light brown and her eyes are the colour of the ocean on a beautiful, sunny day. Her cheeks are rosy pink, her nose is like the shape of a carrot and her lips are tinted pink. Her teeth are a yellowy-brown. My mum is round like a dessert bowl. You wouldn’t believe it…my mum’s clothes are crazy like a clown! She is really short so she wears boots that have heels around about 3 inches high. Her skin is an olive colour and has a few wrinkles.
When my mum snores I dream that I’m in an earthquake. As she walks down the corridor I can hear her jeans rubbing together. When she dawdles around the kitchen I can hear her boots clicking on the floor boards. Her voice is gentle but not when she’s angry. She’ll sternly yell and scream. When she farts she thinks it’s funny but its not! It’s disgusting!
She likes the house to be spotless so she always cleans. She thinks that she always has to knit because she is a grandma. She hates it when I play on my Ripstick and run around the house.
My mum is beautiful because of how unique she is. She flies around the house cleaning like an angel. She is fully confident in herself and her children. My mum is cares for anyone and everyone. I admire her as my mum.
By Desiree
My Dad, Red
My Dad, Red, has light brown tanned skin. He has brown curly-like hair. His eyes are emerald green. He has white teeth as shiny as a star. He has a kind, lovely smile… as kind as a butterfly.
My dad makes all sorts of noises. I’ll tell you the worst thing…when he snores he makes the Christchurch earthquakes happen and he makes the ice crack down at the bottom of the world which is why happy feet turned up in Wellington. He has a booming voice when I slam the bathroom door.
My dad is very clever when he is at work because he is one of the bosses. He is funny nearly like a clown and he is quite silly most times. My dad has a bit of a temper sometimes but not much though. He basically teases anyone… he gets pay back.
Dad is hard working like an ant is an army. Sometimes he is so funny. Most of the time, though, it makes us feel very happy…happier than a clown!
By Ethan
My Sister, Kiva
My little sister, Kiva, is a rat bag. She has hair like golden pearls. Kiva is the only person with ocean blue eyes in our family. Her smile is as curved as a spring. It reaches up to her eyes, mind you, she is beautiful. Her height is up to my neck.
When it is bed time my sister snores like a very gusty day and the noise chatters. Her eyes brighten up when she sees treats. She gets mad-happy when we go and have days on the beach and have so much play time.
Kiva imagines she is a real cook in the sandpit. She will talk to invisible people in front of her. She needs to calm down in the sandpit because sometimes she will throw sand at me. She’ll pretend that she is cooking on Master Chef. It is so horrible when she doesn’t let me in her game but she will use very creative ingredients.
Kiva’s sometimes quiet but a lot of the time she is loud. She is so irritating and babyish. She is sneaky when she’s getting attention and she likes being loved. She is confident at really cool times. She is never afraid to do anything. Kiva is a very brave girl. She is unique to everyone because she has a cosy and playful smile. She’ll never lose her awesome and kind hugs.
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