My narrative on bullying: Jacob

The boy who got bullied

Five years ago there lived a boy named Greg.

Greg was twelve years old. Greg was very tall, very strong and fast. People would say he might be as fast as Usain Bolt. His family was poor and his uniform was ripped. He was always getting bullied at a school called Panmure Bridge by this boy named Chris. Chris was fourteen. Chris was the school bully with his mates David, Frank and Shayne. Greg had no friends and he tried and tried to make friends but Chris wouldn’t let him. Everyday Greg either had a blood nose, Black eye or a bleeding lip. When got bullied he felt very sad and he wasn’t going to fight them back.

Greg decided to join the school rugby league team. Luckily to join the team was for free. Chris and his friends saw the Greg joined the rugby league team so they wanted to join too. Greg was the fullback of his team and the fastest in his team. Chris and his friends started bullying him because he scored the most tries. Chris and his friends shouted at Greg and said, “Don’t score any more tries and always pass the ball to us so we can score tries or else we will send you home crying everyday or send you to hospital”. Greg didn’t listen to them.

Gregs team was in the finals and his team said “Luckily we have Greg in our team or else we wouldn’t be in the finals”. Two days before the finals Chris and his friends dislocated Greg’s shoulder and he couldn’t play in the finals. Frank said “Don’t bother coming to the finals”. Shayne shouted, “You better not tell anyone about this or we will.....”. Chris quickly growled, “DON’T TELL HIM WHAT WE ARE GOING TO DO TO HIM, THAT WILL BE A SURPRISE”!!!!! Greg was angry at them when they ran away. He ran to somebody and asked them to take him to the hospital but no one wanted too then... he saw this man he was very kind and took Greg to the hospital. While they were going to the hospital Greg asked the man “What is your name?” “My name is Mike” said the man. “What do you do for a living?” asked Greg. “I do Brazilian jiu jitsu and I am a christian, when I fight I pray to keep me safe and give guidance” said Mike. Mike told Greg that he will pay the bill to help Greg’s shoulder to move back in position.

The big final was here and Greg so wanted to play and help his team win. He took of his cast and pushed his shoulder back into place, he ran as fast as Yohan Blake to get to the league field. He put his uniform on and won the grand final for his team. Greg paid Mike to intimidate Chris and tell him to be Greg’s friend so Chris was Greg’s friend and they lived the rest of their lives being friends.

BY JACOB

My narrative check-list: Jacob

Today I finished my own narrative. This is my narrative check-list that I have made. My goal is to describe what my characters look like. My strengths are the ones that have smiles. The ones that I don't really need to work on are ones with straight faces. Check my blog and make comments.

The three little pigs story: Jacob

The three little pigs

Ten years ago on a hot sunny day, there were three little pigs. Their mother said “You guys are getting older now and I’m getting too old look after you guys. Now go and build your own houses”. So they set off on a journey to find some things to build their houses.

The first little pig built a house out of hay. The second little pig built a house out of wood. The third pig was the smartest out of all three of them so he built his house out of bricks.

Then a big bad wolf came and saw the house of hay, he looked in the window and he said, “Little pig, little pig let me in”.

The pig said, “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin I will not let you in”.

The wolf said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I will blow your house down”. The big bad wolf blew the first little pigs house down. The first little pig hurried to the second little pigs house and said “Let me in, let me in, a big bad wolf is chasing me, lock the door”.

“Little pigs, little pigs let me in”. “Not by the hair on our chinny-chin-chins”. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow your house down with all my might”, so he did. The two little pigs went to the third little pigs house and asked him to let them in. They cried “There is a wolf behind us and he wants to cook us for dinner”.

The third little pig locked the door.

“Little pigs, little pigs let me in”. “Not by the hair on our chinny-chin-chins”. “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll huff and I’ll puff and blow your house down. But the wolf couldn’t blow the brick house down, so he had an idea to go down the chimney. The pigs were expecting him so they built a fire. The wolf climbed onto the roof of the brick house and climbed down the chimney.  The big bad wolf slipped and fell into the fire, “owww”! he said. “Get me some ice cold water”. Then quickly climbed back up the chimney and left the pigs alone. The three little pigs lived happily ever after.

BY JACOB