writing response

Chapter 30 – Amari
Chaos.
Before this moment, I never truly understood the word. Chaos meant
Mother’s screams before a luncheon. It meant the scramble of oloyes to their
gold-lined chairs.
Now chaos surrounds me, pulsing through every breath and heartbeat. It sings
as blood splatters through the air, snickers with delight as boats explode into
oblivion.
This could be compared to / my wondering is why they have to cheat to win

wind racer

The distance that the wind racers had to go was 9m and we got a speed of 0.9 meters per second

We choose the design because it was an easy design and we couldn't be bothered thinking about it anymore and we could've changed it by making a better sail and more aerodynamic and less holes.

Keep the egg alive 

Because we just chose them

The egg broke

The egg weighed 40g

The egg and the lander weighed. I don't remember


     

children of blood and bone chapter 22

Chapter 22 - Amari
I pause for a moment, aghast at the number of them filling the narrow path. Before today, I caught only glimpses of the labourers brought in to staff the palace—always pleasant, clean, groomed to Mother’s satisfaction. Like Binta, I thought they lived simple lives, safe within the palace walls. I never considered where they came from, where else they might have ended up,
“Skies…” It’s almost too hard to bear the sight. Mostly diviners, the labourers outnumber the villagers by hordes, dressed in nothing but tattered rags. Their dark skin blisters under the scorching sun, marred by the dirt and sand seemingly burned into their beings. Each is hardly more than a walking skeleton.
This could be compared to / A message I take from this scene is: My wondering is why they are all like skeletons.

maths this week

This week in maths we have been learning about money and taxes

writing promts

  I turn back toward Amari and try to let it go. But in her eyes, I see her brother’s. I feel his hands choking me.
“I want to trust her—”
“No, you don’t.”
“Well, even if I did, I can’t. Her father ordered the Raid. Her brother burned down our village. What makes you think she’s any different?”
This could be compared to / A message I take from this scene is they are starting to feel sorry for Amari.

Blog about this weeks maths

This week in maths we have been working with percentages and turning them back into money

blood and bone writing prompts

“Mama, are you okay?” 
Tears come to her eyes, spilling into the wrinkles of her dark skin. “It’s been so long,” she whispers. “I never thought I would feel the warmth of magic again”
…
“I feel,” she chokes through her silent sobs. “I feel like I can breathe again.”
This could be compared to / A message I take from this scene is i'm wondering why she cant get the full bit of magic back