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[|The Big Move.pages] Here is a link to my story about a rich school girl who has to move to Italy... She misses her friend heaps, will she ever see her friend again? Read it to find out... Here is another story about my sister.

[|Laura-big sis.pages]

This is about my big sis. Shes awesome!

This is my Autumn story :) i hope you like it :P This is my autumn video. :D media type="youtube" key="28bB1bJqiEQ" width="425" height="350"Hi this is my speech =]

My descriptive writing, Birdseye view of life. As we waited, we thought of eggs, food and life as it is. “Think soon we will have babies to feed and look after.” I say to the love of my life, Chip. We fell asleep and I dream of flying over the water, the wind in my feathers, the water just touching the bottom of my claws, and soon the taste of fish in my mouth, my teeth digging in to the meat of the carcass, the blood oozing down my throat, my prey and predators are tough when they want to be. My yellow beak gleaming in the sun. My feathers flying from the skin on my body. When I wake up, the mother to my babies is crying, and calling to me. As you may have guessed I’m a bird, well a Hawk to be exact. The crying coming from her, were how humans would say tears of happiness. Only we don’t cry. Our eggs were hatching and now we had babies and responsibilities. I left straight away to get food. Like my dream I went to the stream for fish and worms. Once I was back two of the little ones had died and we only had two more beautiful mini-me’. Life was wonderful, and sad when our babies grew up and left. Soon after, Chip died a peaceful death. Its hard to find food now. The fish are too fast for me now. I have constant struggles with the poachers and hunters. I heard one saying that people pay a lot of money for a decent stuffed Hawk now. Jack -the Hawk- left his daydream. We were at the park down the road from my house. I told him my story, when half way through I woke up in my bed, to the sound of a Hawk. It was just a dream. I think. I go outside to the stream at the end of my backyard. To see a Hawk skimming across the water. I wonder if that Hawk is going out to get food for his newborn babies. I think, smiling. I pick up a bunch of worms and hold my hand out for the bird. He caws out in thanks. I will think of birds differently, considering I have practically stepped into Jacks shoes. Maybe I should be thankful I’m not a bird, imagine the struggles they have.