LI: To write a narrative from the point of view of a baby owl on its fist flight.
Mrs Anderson read us the book ‘First Flight’ by June Crebbin. We talked about the narrators point of view and used a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what the story might look like when told in the first person.
I enjoyed using the Gem because it helped me figure out my puncuation and showed me how to make the story more interesting and adding more details.
It’s night in the forest, wind blowing through the gaps of the trees , owls calling out to me telling me to join them , curiosity within my eyes wondering if I should go or not , fear if they find out I don’t know how to fly , I wanted to fit in. Wobbling while trying to stand on the branch of the tree , as I felt all eyes were aimed at me. Once I first raised my left leg high I put it immediately down. Disappointment planted on my friends faces. As soon as I saw their reaction I closed my eyes with anxiety wondering if I had the courage to fly. Until I put my leg out in front of me , scaredness got to me quickly , opening my eyes straight away without hesitation tears running down my cheek with embarrassment. Other owls started to laugh and call me a chicken while flying away , since then I haven’t left my nest for weeks.
The night before the incident I was really confident to fly but soon to be not , as soon as my foot stepped on the long brown branch , wind whistling through the leaves. My forehead started to drizzle with sweat , my heart was beating faster than ever. I stepped back as fast I could and lied to my friends that I could fly but that went wrong. They asked if I wanted to hang out with them tonight fear got to me I spoke fast “ Yes I will be there quicker than ever” I didn’t know what to do and practised , each try didn’t go so well as soon as I saw the sun setting frustration and anger ran deep through my soul getting mad and questionable on why I can’t just flap my wings and fly. Once I heard the other owls coming nearby I quickly hid so they wouldn’t recognise me struggling.
My heart raced as the cold air rushed past my feathers. I could hear the other owls gliding smoothly above me while I struggled to stay steady. I flapped my wings harder, trying to remember what I had watched the other owls do every night. Fear crept into my mind , but I didn’t want to give up after coming this far. On my last try I took a big deep breath and flapped my wings. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach and realised I was 1 inch off the branch. Proudness filled my face knowing I was improving and someday I will learn how to fly soon. It took a couple of days and the same thing happened. I could only fly 1 inch off the branch but I knew if I just stayed calm luck would come soon. It’s Sunday , a normal day to relax. I figured that if I should see how high I could fly , I would jump outside my nest onto the same long brown branch.
Taking a deep breath , I stretched my wings out wide and let the wind carry me instead of fighting it. Slowly , my body began to steady in the air. I glided past the tall trees and over the quiet path below. Soon I wasn’t falling anymore , I was soaring through the night like the other owls. And I wasn’t scared anymore. And then I started to get a hang of it. The view was perfect once I flew higher and higher joyful tears running down on how I improved. As soon as I was happy to fly , I flew to my friends’ places and as soon as they saw me fly quickly past them , shock planted on their faces and regression. You don’t need to lie to your friends to be cool if they find it funny, don’t care what they think and find someone who will.