Writing Assignment Week 2
Last week’s writing assignment…to create a character who is about aged 12. The task is to write about her “autobiography” as homework for school. She will have to read it to her class. Meet Tatiana…and if you recognise any characters or events, just like in the movies, all characters and events are fictional…
Assignment 2:
My name is Tatiana. Tatiana Valente. I am twelve years old. I have a younger sister Katja. She really is a pain. She is five years younger than me and she gets away with MURDER. She has long curly, brown hair that everyone says looks like “Shirley Temple Curls.” Who is Shirley Temple? I mean, like, der? Just because her hair is curly does not mean she is the best thing in the world! She is forever messing up my room while I am at school and then I have to come home and clean it all up and get into trouble for being untidy. I also have a dog Schnoekie. He is fluffy and brown. I live in a tiny town in South Africa and I hate writing English assignments. The End.
I should have written better, I know I can, but last time I got creative with a story was in Standard 1 and grumpy Mrs Lincoln wrote in red pen “What rubbish.” We had to write about “My Horse.” I wrote about my horse that was abducted by Communists and was caught in a fire and he kicked the barn door down to escape and he was awesome. He bolted down the road and left those communists in the dust. He hid on a boat and came all the way from Russia, back home just to be with me. Mrs Lincoln says horses don’t have communist adventures and I should have written about riding my horse in a paddock. Well, I don’t have a horse. We live in a small house in the suburbs of Springs and it is 1977, no one has horses in the suburbs. My dad loves Communists, he talks about them all the time, but everyone says he should not. He is Italian and came to Africa when he was 29. It is from him that my sister gets her curly hair. Everyone says “Oooooh, you look just like your dad.” when they see her. I have straight blonde hair, just like my mum’s she is from Holland. Our hair is not thick. My friends laugh at it because my one ponytail is as thick as my pinky. I like my hair though it is as straight as my nose. My friend Amy, says my nose is the straightest she has ever seen, she even put a ruler against it in Maths the other day and I made squinty eyes that made her laugh but she is right. It is very straight. We laughed so much, because a ruler can’t go straight against her nose, she has a bump and Sister Clare turned around said “I don’t vont zeez behaviour of bebies” in her German accent and now we shriek that on the top of our lungs whenever someone is rowdy on the bus home. We really laugh a lot. I love doing accents and acting. My mum is really funny too. She never just sweeps the house like a normal mum. She sweeps it and then does a Zulu warrior dance with the broom. I guess that’s me.
© Tanya @ Ordinary Poetry
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