Year 6 Cliff making us proud!

Welcome back after the Easter break Cliff Class! It has been lovely to catch up with some of you over the class email. I have received lots of fantastic work from you and look forward to seeing more!

Not only have I started to receive some of your brilliant writing on the Day of the Dead this week, but I am also very happy to see that lots of you are also tackling the other curriculum tasks including your topic project set before Easter, your science investigation tasks and PSHE activities.

On top of all of this, I am so proud to see lots of you have been enjoying your home freedoms to develop your own skills including sketching, photography and baking.

Please enjoy some pictures below of some of the brilliant things you and your class mates have been getting up to.

I hope to see more outstanding work and other exciting things you have been keeping busy with!

Missing you all, from Miss Christmas

Part of Sofia's 'What makes a great leader?' topic presentation

 Anchen's Day of the Dead Research

 Professional photography and sketching by Hanako

Leon's science project research on Evolution 

The Assassin, by Hanako

The sun unforgivably beat down upon the desolate road. Forever onward it stretched, as far as the eye could see, with a forest and overgrown grassland running beside it. Pylon after pylon, tree after tree, but not a sound could be heard - not a rustle or bird call, only a sinister silence. 
The assassin waited on his perch. Beneath his grey hat were two, large, searching eyes, with two, black scars, that told of experience, slashed over them. He was the picture of malice. 
"I must wait," he muttered to himself, peering down where the victim would present themselves, "Patience is a virtue." But he could not wait. He was agitated. He was restless. Every muscle, every bone throbbed with life and energy. At that moment he could not care less about the murder; he desired to tear apart everything in sight. Slowly, he took a few deep breaths, calming his rage slightly, but not extinguishing his determination and bloodlust. Impatiently, he emerged from his hiding place, disguised among the branches, hovering, anticipating the moment he had been waiting for. Desperately, he searched and searched, for what seemed like years, while the sun sank lower and lower, until... he saw and heard movement. With all his effort, he launched himself towards it, plummeting to the earth, weapon in hand. Had he struck true? 
"Aarrgghh!" he cursed in annoyance. He had not pierced flesh or bone, he had only created a divot, a memento of his failure. The wind had tricked him.
"Blasted wind!" he spat and as if to mock him it began to howl and pound him with great force. Mustering as much dignity as he could, he resumed his position furiously scanning for his target. Crack! Instinctively, he turned towards the direction of the noise. By the light of the moon, he could just make out the gloomy silhouette of his victim, helplessly blundering towards him. With a grin of menace and relish, he attacked. Screech! Tear! Blood. Flesh. Darkness.
"Simple." he sniggered.
The blood-dripping rodent lay limp in the kestrel’s powerful talons. Victoriously, he took to the air gracefully, clutching his precious kill. Above the treetops he soared, until he came to rest on a telegraph pole, ready to devour his hard-won meal.

The Assassin- By Emily

The uninviting mist consumed the eerily dark sky, a full moon piercing through the despair-filled air. The assassin's beady eyes lingered across its victim’s home, unmoving, waiting for his unexpected victim to pass by any moment now. The assassin gave a wicked smile, his soft extended coat covering him head to toe, blends into the inky, starless night sky.

"Any second now, I can make my move." Thought the assassin in his blood-thirsty mind. He crept in the darkest quarter of his hiding spot, impatiently waiting for his unexpected victim to set foot in his territory. The murderer's adrenaline started racing. Every moment felt like hours, days!

Every limb was numb with determination. Just as the assassin was about to come out of his pose - ready to pounce, giving up - when... "Creak, crack."

"It’s time" chuckled the craving-for-death assassin. "Any moment now my long waited victim would come into sight, and that will be the end."

Getting into the perfect position to strike, the noise from his victim came to rest. He steadied his whole body making sure not to make a single sound, not a single movement. Patiently waiting, watching, preparing for the right moment to make the final blow. And then... out soared a piece of litter.

"Drats!" shrieked the assassin letting out all his anger.

Being more inpatient and more determined than the beginning of this failure of assassination he struck back into his position. Tensing his whole body.

Trying to stay calm, they took a deep breath, as quietly as they could. Panicking, he fixed his vision on the walkway their unfortunate victim would walk. And then out of the mist, the victim appeared, unaware to what was about to happen, the murderer gave a sinful smile. Swoop! Rip!

"Piece of cake!" Chuckled the murderer under his breath.

A torn dead anoles on the swaying, bloodstained grass, reduced to bits of dry, scaly skin. The crow flew back down already tasting the dead anoles. The crow seized his prey in his beak and went back to his precious nest, the anoles still in his mouth. He and his impatient chicks prepared for their feast.

The Assasin- By Maggie

She nervously left the gloomy depths of the forest and skittered onto the pavement. The half-moon emitted icy rays of weak light that seeped over the jagged road and that enveloped the surrounding street. She wearily watched the last lights from the houses flicker out and pulled her shadowy mask tighter around her ghostly face. Her nose twitched as the stench of rubbish wafted with the breeze and she smirked a horrid grin. There were enough places to hide in this dump. Houses glared at each other across the streets desolate road and trees stretched their gnarled fingers up to the sky.  She gripped her grey coat firmly and wrapped it around herself even tighter as she crawled behind large bins and into the shadows, any minute now…

‘They’ll be here soon,’ the assassin reassured herself, crouching low, positioned for the attack. Adrenaline dangerously pulsed through her, eyes squinting into the curtain of black. But soon she was doubting herself considerately but the sheer hunger for blood kept her stock still. Eyes adjusting, nose twitching, mouth framed in a murderous snarl, she crouched ever so slightly moving from dustbin to dustbin to see if he was there.

After what seemed a lifetime, with her face sweaty and her legs shaking from ache, a small shadow snuck along the derelict street, over the twisted roots of a cherry blossom and into the moon’s light. The figure emitted unexplainable sounds, ‘Scrape’, ‘Rustle’ and the assassin tensed her body, every limb in her body shrieking with pain and anxiety.

“You stupid animal,” she spat with glee, “It’s just too easy...”

And with that, she lunged. Weapons raised, the assassin went for the kill. She pounced upon her victim and she stopped. The rustling continued as it sank down, the plastic bag flew into the wind once more as the murderer slowly reclined, white hot with anger.

She kicked herself hard in the shins and roared. Her face was tense and ridged with fury. Never had she been so ignorant and embarrassed, she cursed herself and ran nimbly under a car and behind its tyre.

She inhaled the muddy tyres and breathed out, talking quietly to herself to reassure her that she would not go home and give up. Time ticked by until it slowed down and to the assassins delight, he appeared. Oblivious and unaware of his whereabouts. She sprinted at the victim, ‘Scratch’ ‘Snap’ a malicious grin stretched across her face.
A murdered cat got dragged into the forest, the eyes dead and lifeless.
Blood spurted from its wounds and left a gruesome trail along the jagged stones. With the raccoon’s mouth frothing around the edges, she gleefully disappeared into the forest with the cat and waited triumphantly for the welcome back and the banquette ahead for her and the others.