lizzieTerm+3+reading+tasks

Once was a girl called Mary Muffet. She was lazy and never went outside. Her mum got sick of her sitting around. She hired ‘spiderman’ and asked him to scare her and make her run. Mary came outside, screamed and ran when she saw ‘spiderman’ because she didn’t like spiders. Sighing and stretching slowly a doll called Lily that lived in the small box on the top shelf of a child’s bedroom got up off her feather bed and said a yawning good morning to the teddy bear on the window sill, who was shining golden in the morning sunshine. Inside this box was a new world of miniature toys and the thing about this box was that it was the setting of the child’s bedroom that the box was in. However on this particular morning the doll was sitting on her shelf when the postman came to see her. She thought this was a bit strange as all her bills were paid and everything was in order. The postman was holding a parcel and he said ‘Happy birthday!’ as he handed it to her. Lily gasped in surprise it was her birthday how could she forget? She thanked the postman and opened her present. Inside the package was a pair of shoes that was the most beautiful shoes she’d ever seen. However they only had one shoelace. So the doll searched the whole house but disappointingly she only found an old black shoelace. Feeling very discouraged the doll made her way into the living room and put the shoelace on the shoe and magically the shoelace changed colour. And they all lived happily ever after. As I suddenly took off onto the stage to quickly to like that nervous sensation I found myself in the middle of some huge bright lights and somewhere in the distance I saw the judge who was sitting as tall and straight as a ruler in her seat knowing that she would be watching my every move, that’s when I knew that I was here to win...   For once I felt confident in what I was doing and what I was dancing, I lifted my head high and danced my dance with a sudden not-usually-like-me attitude to go with it. Normally I would just want to get the wretched dance over and done with and get off the stage as soon as utterly possible. However today was not one of those days and I wanted people in the audience to look at me in wonder and say confidently, ‘hey, that girl was a born dancer.’ I could see my parents smiling up at me in the long front row and I knew instantly that they were proud. I felt as light as a feather and I wanted to dance and dance forever. Soon enough I took control of the stage by dancing my very best and I started thinking deeply about every move that was taken and the smile and graceful arm work to go with it. I started thinking about getting a placing and I really did want one. Suddenly I had an adrenaline rush and whirled around the stage with my silky tutu sparkling like a diamond under the light. Knowing I was the best and nothing was going to stop me winning this competition. While I was raising my arms up to fifth position getting ready for my arabesque I sneaked a peek at the judge and she was smiling at me! Remembering my own smile I quickly returned it. I could hear myself saying, ‘this dance is going far too well. When all of I sudden my ballet shoes slipped and my whole body was falling, ‘Noooo!’ My brain yelled at me, ‘this can’t be happening!’ So feeling very embarrassed was about to get off the floor and run off the stage. Then somewhere out of the blue something told me that I should stay and keep dancing to win the competition. So I pretended that the fall had been part of my dance all along and it worked! Nobody looked shocked and nobody was laughing so it must have been fine. All too soon my amazing dance was coming to a sad end though that didn’t stop me slowing down, so I pretended that I was the most amazing ballerina doing a famous performance .The music was coming to its closing piece while I was finishing off the dance. It ended almost immediately, but when the massive applause erupted I knew it had been good. When I stood up to do my curtsey another even louder applause erupted and it gave me a sense of pride. While running into the wings I heard my friends and other dancers say it was brilliant. The next thing I turned around and mum was there giving me a hug and saying I was the best dancer in the world. Finally prize giving and as the judge walked on the stage I didn’t feel good. She spoke in a soprano voice that didn’t suit her personality and said, ‘first place goes to Emily Hawkins’ that was me and I felt overwhelmed and proud that I had done it.
 * __ Task 2 Little Miss Muffet  __**
 * __ The Doll  __**
 * __ The Dance  __**