Bridget

​​​ Bridget's Wiki Page  24.11.10 Those Brave Miners We wait patiently, But patience is running out, Rescuers are desperate to start a search, Although the situation looks bleak, Another explosion strikes, No sign of life, We all still hope, But sorrow sets in, Sympathy for the families, Comfort for the friends, West Coast's darkest day, For those, Who will never walk the the streets again, Were the bravest miners of all.

By Bridget P.S.For all those 29 miners, you will stay in my heart forever and will never be forgotten. 21.10.10

Typical West Coast rivers -BASED ON A TRUE STORY FROM MY ANCESTORS

Good memories start with playing hopscotch in the playground with friends, but since I've been seven, all those happy memories have been taken away from me. My name is Mary-Jane Diamond; I'm eight years old. I have no friends, probably because I haven't had time to make any over the past year. I used to live in Galway, Ireland, that was until Daddy decided to start a new life on the rugged West Coast of New Zealand in 1864; since then my life has been a living nightmare. I've been dragged land to land and this is my story of a horrifying night I will never forget. 28.10.10

"Keep away from the water," Mummy screetched at my uncontrollable siblings,"Hurry up we are about to leave!" I am the oldest of eight children and life sure is hard work. The sky is developing into a dark grey wall of unhappiness, Daddy is lifting us one by one into an unstable raft and once again I am the last one in. As Daddy gives the large wooden pole a sharp push, we all stumble down. My siblings are all waving good-bye to the very few men on the wharf. to be finished............ 27.10 The suspense is killing me Bridget! I am waiting for the story!! I'm so pleased to see that a some of the research you did on your family history is going to be shared. What an interesting way to do :) Miss Paterson (I don't know why this has come out double spaced!) 9.10.10  An Angels Whisper

My brother loved to draw, the flowers, the trees and even the mountains that stood taller than anything on earth. He used to sit in the back garden for hours, just staring at the tiny creatures wandering aimlessly (what is it? Miss Paterson 12/10) . He would sketch every little detail into his book. But on Friday 26 July 2002, everyone believed he had been kidnapped. After two weeks of searching, not a single trace, everyone gave up and presumed he was dead, but not me, I was determined to find him even though no one encouraged me. Time passed and on the first anniversary of the day he went missing, while I was in my room reading, I saw a little boy walking the streets and it looked exactly like my brother. I rushed downstairs running straight towards mum I had great news to tell her. We ran outside together, mum looked around, she couldn't see him. I took her over to where he was sitting on the pavement, she still couldn't see him. Every day from that time I would always him sitting there, sometimes he would walk to school with me to keep me company but still no one could see him and no one would believe me. My name is Addison, I'm 15 years old. My brothers' name was Tyler, he was only one year younger than me, nine when he was kidnapped. Five years ago when he never came home on that tragic Friday. I live in a small suburb of Columbus, Ohio, USA. 13.10.10 Since Tyler disappeared, I have been having visions of my brother coming home through the door like nothing happened. But it did, suddenly all the hope inside me was dying down, FAST!!!! One night I had dream, a dream where an angel came to me from heaven and told me something, but I couldn't understand what it was saying, I was left curious and annoyed. to be continued........ 20/9/10 Ideas

Ideas in the ground, the sand, the grass, the water, Ideas come from the wind, the whistle, the rustle, the crackle, Ideas come from the nature, the trees, the plants, the rocks, Ideas come from life, the fish, the birds, and mine, our world is full of ideas, all we have to do is, keep our mind wide open to new experiences! //20/09 I like this poem Bridget. We all need to remember to keep our minds open to new experiences Miss Paterson //

12.9.10 What happens when you don't listen to your mother Its hard to know what a computer will do when you plug it in during a thunder storm, but that's exactly what I found out. It all started with an argument between my mother and I. My mother always thinks she is right and she has the right to tell me what to do. On this occasion she told ( __informed__,stated,annouced ) me that I could not use my computer due to bad ( __adverse__,poor,atrocious ) weather conditions. But I had very important business that I needed to attend to on my computer. I needed to keep in constant contact with my friends ( acqaintances, __mates__, companions //18/09 I like that you are experimenting here but these words show a difference in relationships. For example a friend is someone you have a lot do with and are quite close to but an acquaintance is someone you but don't really hang out with or don't usually have personal conversations with. Mates and friends mean pretty much the same Miss Paterson. //), my profile needed updating every 10 minutes and I needed to Google "how to please your impossible mother,' but instead I have to listen to her go on and on and on and on and ON! ﻿ TO BE CONTINUED........  ====Bridget,I like what you are writing and i think that it is very true.Keep it up can't wait to read the next bit of it. Eilish B That's a really good start Bridget (: I am very keen on reading some more !! F r o m T a a y . x ==== 19.8.10

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">My friend Kass

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">I have a hole in my heart,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">Not literally but emotionally,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">My dog Kass filled it with a bond,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">A bond like no other,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">A bond that was unbreakable,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">But now he is gone,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">I have only just realised what I had,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">I know others have lost family members,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">But this was my pet,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">My dog,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">And my friend,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">Even though he has gone,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">I will never forget that particular dog,

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">That first filled the hole in my heart with joy and happiness!

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">By Bridget

<span style="color: #808080; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%;">This was inspired by Eilish B.

<span style="color: #ed1212; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Wow bridget, that is fantasic and really sad !! It littrally brought tears to my eyes. Well done. Tay (: xo <span style="color: #ed1212; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">16.8.10

This was the poem I did for my speech exam: Sick  'I cannot go to school today, ' Said little Peggy Ann McKay. 'I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more-that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut-my eyes are blue- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is...Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play! ' Shel Silverstein

9.5.10 __//**The companionless man**//__

10.3.73 Dear Diary

Today has been the worst day a teenager could ever experience. Not only did I have a horrible day at school, I was told I would never be able to look into my parents eyes again annd know that everything will be alright. Now I have to move away to some small town in England situated in the middle of nowhere. No shopping, no cellphone reception and no Internet, my life has literally just been turned upside-down and there is nothing I can do. Right now I am meant to be packing my bags, but all I can think of is the last words I said to my parents"I hate you!". Tomorrow I am off to England on a very long plane flight. I will miss my friends terribly. Even though the lives of my parents were taken away by a tragic car crash, I will do what my parents would of wanted me to do, be strong!

L.M.Parker ♥ to be continued....

THIS IS FANTASTIC BRIDGET. THE BEGINNING IS REALLY GREAT AND MADE ME WANT TO KEEP READING. I DIDN'T REALLY GET THE BIT ABOUT HIS PARENT BEING DEAD SO MAYBE YOU COULD STATE THAT A BIT CLEARER.....GOOD JOB THOUGH!!!!!!!!! :)

CARLA :) :) :)

Hi Bridget. This is quite powerful. Try putting your new writing at the top of the page so that when your readers come to your page they can see what is current straight away. Miss Paterson <span style="color: #000000; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif;">Done  I Heard(a poem) <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard a bang <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard a brush <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard a snap <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard a crack <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard a rustle <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard a screetch <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard someone calling for help <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard someone running away <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">I heard someone trying to get free <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Never mind it's just a tree. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #000000; display: block; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">By: Bridget

// I really like this poem. I like how you have kept each line simple but it is powerful enough to make me get a spooky feel and make me want to find out what happens. Well done. Miss Paterson : // ) hi I think this poem is really cool :) benjamin

​ Hey I really like this poem its really good. Good work =] Mollie =] ​ ​​​ Hey thats a really good poem Bridget.Keep up the good work. CALEB

awesome i really liked it

That's a really cool poem Bridget ! Good job :) Courtney 30/07/10

I really like the last line ' never mind its just a tree' because you're building the poem up then at the end it just drops! Bridget
Thank you everyone for commenting on my poem. I really enjoy reading your thoughts.Bridget:)

//Hey Bridget! Your page looks really good here. Is looking normal at your place yet? The format is fine. Miss Paterson// 24.11.10 Those brave miners

We wait patiently, But patience is running out, Rescuers are desperate to start a search, Although the situation looks bleak, Another explosion strikes, No sign of life, We all still hope, But sorrow sets in, Sympathy for the families, Comfort for the friends, West Coast's darkest day, For those, Who will never walk the the streets again, Were the bravest miners of all.

By Bridget P.S.For all those 29 miners, you will stay in my heart forever and will never be forgotten.