I love everybody who give me a good future and to my wonderful principal Mr Burt for giving me a netbook. Thanks to Manaiakalani. Thank you for my blog and wireless. Thank you Mr Pat Sneddon for everything, I really appreciate it. Mostly, thank you mum for paying my netbook.
Manaiakalani schools can share by using their blog and communicate by Learn, Create, Share This is how Manaiakalani school learn now. Not only that but we also have the Manaiakalani Film Festival.
All the Manaiakalani schools tuned in to watch awesome moviesand fantastic speeches made by teachers and kids. Room 13 kids made 7 movies but only two were chosen. And when Iisa and when the time came for me and Iisa to present I was confidence and keen as never before.
My friends and I made this movie for the Manaiakalani Film Festival. Our whole class had the chance to make a movie. We had to plan, prepare, film and edit all by ourselves. Our class had our own film festival to select the best two, to be shown at the Manaiakalani Film Festival.
Here is my group's entry!
On one snowy day a little girl named Alma skipped care free around the village. She made her way through the narrow alleyways, around the the three story houses and stopped at a signature board and wrote Alma. It was a tradition ,whoever turns 9 they have to write their name on the board ,(I know it is kind of freaky).
Looking behind her, she saw a toy that looked just like her. Alma walked forward slowly until she got to the doll shop window. She looked back at the signature board and just as she looked back the doll disappeared..
Alma walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it couldn’t work. Angrily, she made a snow ball and chucked it at the door and stomped away. A few steps away from the doll shop, and the door opened. Alma walked back opening the door a bit more. Pushing and shoving her way she got into the scary shop .
Alma saw the doll on a table and crept closer and closer until she kicked a small boy on a bike. Alma picked him up put him back on the ground and he began pedalling towards the door. He looked as if he was going to escape. But the the toy’s plan didn’t work. Alma looked back at towards her doll but it had vanished just like that.
Looked from shelf to shelf, Alma finally saw the doll she wanted. It was on the fourth shelf, fifth row As she reached out to grab it, Alma touched it’s face and by magic she vanished into the doll.
Walking home from school Charlie manage to find a fifty pence in the drain. Charlie walked over to the nearest shop and bought a Scrumdidlyumptious . When he received the bar he wolfed the chocolate down his throat, he gave the 50 pence and he got his change. Walking out of the shop, he turned back and said to the shopkeeper “Can I have one more wonka bar please?“ “Yes why not “ the shopkeeper replied “It’s for my grandpa Joe “ Charlie replied .
Charlie walked out of the shop and saw people running up and down holding newspapers. Charlie heard the news the fifth ticket was a fake so he walked over to an old building and ripped opened his chocolate. He took a little bit of the and the he pulled off a little bit more and then he found the last golden ticket .
So he closed it again as fast as he could as he didn’t believe that he had got the fifth ticket. Charlie gave himself a big old grin.
A old lady from the jostling crowd pulled him by the hand and took Charlie towards all the people. People pushed and shoved to see the golden ticket but the shopkeeper pulled Charlie out of the mess and told him “Run Charlie. Run home and tell your Grandpa Joe about the good news.”
