What have I learnt?

I have learnt that I need to change my language for the piece of writing I am doing, not just the tone. I have also become more confident in using 'fancier' words to make the writing interesting.
What I feel like I still can't do is tell whether something is a certain grade. If the  project were to carry on that would definitely be something that I need to improve on. 

Animal Takeover

AUDIENCE: middle aged, animal loving people. 
PURPOSE: Inform the audience about the endangered animals cause.

Did you know? That there used to be over 15,000 Grevy’s zebras but now there are just 2,500 remaining today. That on Santa Cruz Island the Channel Island fox has fallen from 1,500 to fewer than 100 animals with-in a five year period.

But of course you didn’t. It feels almost too late for these animals now and again. This is probably because we only hear a certain number of the endangered animal population calling for our help. We all know the tiger, the dolphin and the killer whale are in troubling times. We can’t help but know it with all of those charities pleading for support while we sit in our own comfort and watch the TV. While we sit there in our gluttony a lot of people may shrug their shoulders at such things as the WWF but worry when they see children in third world countries. Now that just is not fair.

There are people out there that do help the animals, but I haven’t seen a big animal charity having a night on the boxes that we all enjoy so much. But for charities aimed at the human population just happens to have many. How are people meant to find out about the serious problem that has occurred because of our hunger to live in complete luxury in a short advert? It isn’t really possible.

Don’t get me wrong, comic relief and children in need do an amazing job. Their work really helps. All the animal adoring public are asking for is a similar opportunity in the UK that they get in America. During my research I discovered that the RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) have carried one out. It was on channel 7; pointless. Having it on the BBC will optimise the affect.

The magazine is currently working with the WWF to get a night for them during the winter next year. If you have any questions for us call 012345678957, anyone wishing to contact the WWF call this number: 01483 426444. Sign the petition to take over the TV:  www.petitionbuzz.com

Edit of Eleanor's Article

It's the Human Race

Akanni Asraf, Danlandi Chikyo and Chinwe Nazaraf were all brutally attacked and kidnapped last night. It is believed that this happened due to the racial discrimination that these people have been affected by. The discrimination has been brought on by the apartheid in South Africa.

Akanni Asraf was last seen in the early hours of Saturday morning. He was leaving his house to go to a local church service, when two men of white race, pulled him by the collar of his shirt and attacked him in the middle of Salum Square. His head was severely kicked; giving him a broken skull and nose. But who cared? He was taken in the back of a grey jeep to an unknown destination.

Danlandi Chikyo, the second victim was last seen entering his house on Saturday night at around 23:20. There were then loud screams heard from across the street. As people looked out their windows, all that could be seen were two white men carrying a body in a blanket. It is still not known whether the body was alive or not. 

Chinwe Nazaraf, the third victim reported so far, was last seen on her way to work. She was driving a silver Nissan Micra which was broken into when parked at traffic lights. She was hit round the head several times with a metal bar, forced to the ground with leather boots and punched in the fist three times. This left her barely able to breathe, with a punctured lung and various other injuries. The reported criminals attacking Nazaraf were said to be two white men in grey jeep. It is almost certain that these are the same men as the previous two crimes.

Police are requesting for any witnesses to step forward to share their sightings. Have you seen a suspicious grey jeep? If you wish to contact the police, dial 08964276543 for the witness care unit.

Not My Business Article

A series of dramatic events have taken place in South Africa that have slowly been getting more and more complicated and un-nerving.

Locals are still being snatched away from underneath their family’s noses or losing their ways of living through the problems of the apartheid. Already two people and a third only recently have been stolen away. With one telling an account before exiting themselves ‘They came one night, booted the whole house awake and dragged Danladi out,’ This is obviously shocking. How normal this is isn’t right. These locals should be able to feel safe and not have to call people ‘they’.

This is no longer a matter for just South Africa. The whole world is looking down on them silently judging. What is happening is menacing and dangerous with people so used to it now they now it is coming for them when they see the fateful jeep outside their homes. It is sudden and doesn’t come with a single warning beforehand. Has this become the catalyst that gets rid of the apartheid? Or is it just being ignored by the government?

Improved- Significant Possesion

The object (I can’t really call it an object, it wouldn’t be fair) that my mind skipped to when we were told what to write about was something that I have treasured for a long time now. His name is Blue. But for some funny reason I didn’t get attached to him. I became attached to the other way more obviously loved than Blue could ever be. Her name is Pink. She has been there through the highs and lows of my life and to be frank she has had some harsh moments of her own. Mainly that her and I used to chasing clouds in the gardens of the various houses that we have lived in.

She has been my understanding comforter since I was about two or so years old and now she is practically in tatters because of it. There is patch of degraded warmth on her back and a hole in her ear where my affectionate hands fiddled with it. The insides in her neck have come out and now very fragile, like a baby who can’t hold their own head up. The same has happened on her feet as well just her ability to walk has never been really up to standard. I used to never be able to get to sleep without her and although I have grown up she still sits on my pillow waiting for me to fall into the bed. I’d like to think that the physical torment she has gone through with the amounts of bumps and bruises has not ruined our relationship. Her smile will never fade even if mine does.

Pink was there when I ran up to my room crying to comfort me and make me feel better. Compared to Blue sixteen years on she is in tatters but I still love her. I think that it is the reason why Pink is the most significant of my possessions; she has been with me through all of the events of my life so far. She is real to me, does she seem real to you?

My tutorial with Miss McInerney

Going to see Miss McInerney helped me to understand how I can improve the writing that we have done so far. A good point about my writing she told me was the way I used personal pronouns to make what I was talking sound real. However, she suggested that I should continue it through the writing and not stop after a paragraph.
She also suggested to me that I should keep it more of a mystery. Especially with our first writing piece where I flung myself into it. Another thing that she thought I could do was to extend my vocabulary to give my writing more of a flair.

How is love presented in the poem ‘Havisham’?

It is a fickle thing isn’t it; changing so suddenly and so disgracefully. There is no point in love if it is thrown in your face and decimates in front of your eyes. What you are left with is a wedding cake and a yellowing wedding dress. He isn’t the loner that survives on the past. I am. The consequences for him are nothing. Not unless I can caress him again, reach the neck and..........my hands I could strangle with. He wouldn’t see it. I would just turn on him point blank but not like the body, I won’t run. After all, I won’t have done it. Love would. Love kills. It is an explosion causing large canyons; a ticking time bomb blasting the ground around you. Then you fall, fall so far that you no longer think you are falling, but flying. That is where I am. No need for him, what a waste of time. But time has gone now. I am stuck in this place with time running without me, much like my beloved sweetheart bastard. 

No more wishing. Those whispers just fade. Praying is a scream that calls out to powers. He is there and hears. It’s a last resort. God loves us all and I can’t be done with that. It leads nowhere. There is a road curving and twisting. You follow it and there is a dead end sign. Dead end indeed; the male corpse knows that now as he dangles with limbs still intact. The heart isn't the only thing that b-b-b-breaks.