Our learning goals are to:
-write a description, using powerful words and phrases
-include some Te Reo Māori
-carefully check that our sentences make sense and have correct punctuation and spelling.
Choose one of the images to prompt a piece of descriptive writing
The Maze Runner
I wake with a shock, “Where am I?” I mumble in fear. “Your in the maze” someone yells. “I need to go home.” I jumped to my feet and ran into the maze. I was followed by three other people warning me not to go and that I would be killed, I didn’t listen. The entry to the maze shut. I was trapped in the maze. I straight away regretted my decision. It was (makariri) cold and dark trapped in between the concrete mossy walls. As the night passed I wandered further through the maze as it got colder through the night. The morning slowly came. I got up to a shock. The entry had opened again. I stood up and ran my hand along the (makariri) cold, hard, shimmery, smooth, (kiwikiwi) grey concrete wall. I ran back. I was almost there when it shut, faster than you can blink.
I turned around to see a griever. I look to my left but it’s a dead end. I sprint to my right not knowing it too was a dead end. I hit the wall with a strong force. The griever walks closer to me. I lie still on the dirty, muddy, dusty, ground trying not to flinch. I lie still as a statue pretending to be dead so hopefully the griever goes away. The maze opens again and I’m so scared I just want to run. I tell myself I’ll be fine unless the maze shuts, then I’m toast. I jump to my feet yet again and I sprint to exit. I was just in time to make it out before the maze shut with a loud noise, BANG as the two walls slammed together. It was like a jet engine. The griever was shut in between the huge concrete blocks.
Everyone stared at me like I was crazy. I look around at the city in the middle of the maze and realised it really is a beautiful place. I still can’t bare to be trapped in here any longer. A young scientist named Emma walked over to me, “You silly girl, your not supposed to kill a griever. BAD things will come for us now.” Emma backed away slowly. She wouldn’t stop staring right into my eyes. At this moment I was even more scared than I already was. The maze opened again and an army of grievers were standing and staring at me, and only me. Now I was really scared…
