Ranthambhore Reflections

   
 
          These are The photos of a pre- Ranthambhore painted reflection and a post- Ranthambhore painted reflection. Both of these paintings are used with different colors and the reason is because I was really excited to go on the trip. I showed the excitement with fireworks. But compared to the first painting, the second painting has smooth lines. Which kind of means that I felt like I’ve done a big thing and that I’ve accomplished it. It also represents how my daily routine changed and how exciting it was.

Fantasy Sneak Peek

I woke up early this morning. We were moving to our new home, new school. Which meant leaving all of my old friends. But there was one thing that stayed with me wherever I go. My violin. “Tomorrow will be the first day of school,” my mom explained. “You will be able to take part of the orchestra at school.” My face lightened a little bit. At least I felt a little happiness inside. After hours of car rides, We came to our new house. It was dusty and dirty and full of spider webs. It seemed like nobody had lived here in years.The house was empty with no furniture. “We will have the furniture here tomorrow,” mom said.

“Mom. Who’s house is this?” I asked. Mother frowned and looked at me.

“It is your grandparent’s house. Nobody lived here after your father passed away. Let’s just start cleaning.” Me and my mom got right to work. We wiped, mopped, and cleaned every bit of our new home. The bathrooms were the hardest part of the house to clean. It had water dripping from the sink. When everything was clean and shining, we were so exhausted and tired that our eyes started to close. The house looked so good and bright but now, we looked all dusty and dirty. We drove to a hotel for the night. I think we both fell asleep in five seconds when we got there. We spent the time at the hotel sleeping. It was a new day. Everything was perfect except for myself. Which meant that it was a new school day for me. The weather was perfect. Some wind and not cold. I felt my tummy feeling tight. “So how do you feel?” My mom asked.

“I don’t know but I’m excited about my first orchestra at this school.”

 “Great, Skye, today is your first class,” my mom said. Last year, I had entered a contest and got 1st place. Everyone was so happy for me. I stopped daydreaming about it and told my mom ” let’s get going now.”

This is an excerpt from my fantasy story called melody, harmony, and rhythms. These Paraghraphs are the beginning of my story. This part doesn’t really tell the main part of the story or the fantasy part of the story but I think this excerpt was one of the best parts in my story. I chose these Paraghraphs because I did a little bit of foreshadowing about the string instrument that the character likes. I tried to show the character’s feelings. For example, I showed how the character felt about leaving the old home and moving to an another place. I showed that the violin and the orchestra helped her think away from the sadness. I also chose this excerpt because it had some dialogue and narration. 

Realistic fiction

This is my realistic fiction and it is based on something that happened to me. It is true that my mom was sick and that I was not allowed to go in her room. It is not true that I gave her a flower. I wrote about it because I felt sad that time the most.

A Flower For Mom

Chapter 1

        That afternoon, Callie and her mother walked in to the market and pulled out a cart. “Let’s go get drinks,”her mother said.

      “Mom can I stay with you for your work?” Callie asked.                                                                                

   “You will have to ride the plane for hours and your dad won’t be here because of work,” her mother replied.

Callie was disappointed until she heard that she was going to stay with her grandparents.   

 They always went to gardens, art galleries, and Callie would walk near the rivers. 

  Later that night, she imagined of the flowers, paintings, and water flowing through rivers.   

   Morning came and Callie stretched her arm and yawned. Callie looked out the window. The sky was smiling just like her. She dragged herself out of bed and started getting ready to leave to her grandparents’ house.  

  After packing, Callie walked to the train. She hated trains but she liked the views of the mountains and the light blue sky.

Chapter 2

       Later that day,she arrived at her grandparents’ house. 

     “Welcome, Callie!”her grandparents shouted.after giving hugs she walked up to her room.

she got to sleep up stairs in a room where her mother used to sleep long time ago. 

There was a carpet, closet, and a desk. All of those things were her mother’s. Callie could guess easily. 

Callie start unpacking her clothes in the closet.  

    “Dinner ready, Callie grandmother said just as she closed her closet. 

    “Coming!” Callie was sniffing as she ran down stairs. 

    “Chicken noodle soup!” She shouted.

 Her grandmother loved to cook and bake. 

     Callie had a fun time that night. She had chicken noodle soup and vanilla cupcakes. They kissed goodnight and Callie slowly walked upstairs. She changed into her sweet, cozy, purple sleeping clothes and tucked in the bed. It was cozy and warm. Because of the coziness it made her sleep in 3 seconds. Her eyes slowly closed.   

    The next morning,when Callie woke up she reached to the kitchen and made herself a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on a chair.

 Every morning went this way and she liked it.

Chapter 3

      Few weeks went by quickly and her grandma called Callie to talk.

       “Callie your mom is sick she came back from her work last night. she is at the hospital now so I think we should meet her early in the morning tomorrow.”

      That night Callie couldn’t sleep. She rolled and squeezed and kicked like a wild animal that couldn’t sleep. 

      Callie looked up the the White and clear, well painted ceiling. She was calm but she was worried.

Chapter 4

    “Callie, wake up!” Callie’s eyes slowly opened but the sunlight was so shiny like a flash light that she closed her eyes right away. 

After spending a lot of time blinking and blinking Callie opened her eyes. 

Callie poped out of bed and hurried downstairs. 

They ran as fast as they could to the train.

 “Pheww I’m glad that we didn’t miss it.””so how is mom?callie asked.

 “We’ll see when we get there.” 

It was a long train ride to the hospital.

Chapter 5

     They were there now in the hospital waiting for the nurse to tell them were the room is. 

“Room number 157.”

 Callie and her grandma was standing in front the door.

“I’ll be back”said her grandma with a slightly sad smile. “Stay here Callie it won’t be safe for you to go in.” 

  Callie felt bad even horrible. 

“But why?” 

“Kids can’t.” 

Her grandma slowly walked in the room and closed the door. Callie listened as the door closed. 

Callie sat on the bench and waited… She saw lots of people pass but there was no sign of any doors opening. Callie decided to wait for a few more minutes. Then she started to feel hot and worried. 

    Suddenly she smelled something, something sweet. It smelled like her grandmother’s garden with flowers. Callie fallowed the smell and out the door.

Chapter 6

      The smell took her out side into the sunlight.

  The sun was shining, the grass was shaking softly and the flowers were singing. 

“It’s so relaxing here” Callie thought. 

Callie softly lied down on the grass and picked a flower with a long and smooth stem.

 She twisted and turned the long stem. She looked at it carefully. It looked like the the perfect sized bracelet for her mother. 

Callie decided to give the bracelet to her mother. She felt better. Callie dashed to the room. She saw her grandmother walking out. 

 “Can you give this to her”Callie asked. 

 “Callie it’s beautiful.”

They slowly walked to the train station and headed home. 

Chapter 7

     The summer ended in a month and it was time for Callie to go home. 

  “It’s ended Callie thought. 

She was still missing her mom. 

Callie packed her clothes from the closet and got her bag ready. 

“I’ll come next summer!” 

“Well miss you.” And Callie left.

 She arrived home in the afternoon. She opened the door……..  

Her mom and dad were there!! 

“Are you fine? And dad is back from work!” 

“I’m fine, Callie”her mom said. 

Callie felt so happy that she could dance.

About the author
 Yumin Kim was born in Korea October 21, 2004. She came to India about when it was her 100th day. She is living in India right now. She is enjoying living in India and the school. 

She decided to write this realistic fiction story that was based on her real life because her mom was actually sick but her mother did get better.

Opinion essay

This is my opinion writing and I wrote about my grandmother because she is important to me. And you would know why if you read this writing. 

My Grandmother Is Important to Me
       Is your grandmother important to you in a lot of ways? Well, my grandmother is one of the most important people in the world to me for lots of reasons. She is the one who has fun with me, solves and helps me with problems, and the one who makes me feel comfortable and safe in the family.
     To begin with we have fun together everywhere. One of the fun things we do is have my favourite food together. (“Dokbugee,” which is as close as I can spell it with English letters.) I wait for my grandmother when she makes it and we eat it together. “Make it spicy”, I would always say. Then my grandmother says “it’s already spicy”. It tastes delicious when she makes it for me. Also we read together. Sometimes we read with different books and sometimes my grandmother reads to me when I ask her to. The last and the most fun thing we do together is go to the market. When I visit in Seoul, she never goes without me. If I can’t go because of homework, she either goes the next day or after I finish my homework. When we arrive at the market, we look for things we need. My grandmother always lists the things we need to get. When we look around I read the things we need aloud and my grandmother pushes the cart along and puts things in it. We always get more than we need. She also asks if I want anything to eat and gets it for me.
       Another reason that I realize my grandmother is so important to me is that she helps me with problems and talks to me about everything. At night we talk about the day I had in school and she never looks like she is bored. She always looks like she is listening to me and I feel really good. I know that because she always nods if I say something. She also talks about the day that she has had. Sometimes we tuck in bed and talk about other things that are happening. It happened a few times but we even discuss things until it is midnight and then start realising that it is too late. We talk about non- important things as well. Another way she helps me with problems is she tells me what I should have done, what I should do, and some other important advice. I listen to those pieces of advise because they always help. When I have problems she talks to me in the car. I love talking to my grandmother in the car because it’s a long way from school to my house and we have a lot of time to talk. I think that my grandmother is the best person to tell my worries and my problems to.
       The last and perhaps the most important reason is that my grandmother makes me feel comfortable and safe all the time. One of the things that feels comfortable and safe is when I sleep with my grandmother. When I sleep with my grandmother I sleep well, without any bad dreams and nightmares. I have good dreams or none at all. I feel really sleepy when I sleep with my grandmother. That make me sleep early and be energetic on the next day. Another example is that one day me and my grandmother decided to go for a walk near the rivers. I felt comfortable and safe being with my grandmother when she helped me go up big, huge steps and when I jumped on rocks. And one time, I was on my way to visit my grandmother. I was on a bus that goes to my grandmother’s house. I felt really excited to meet her. It was a really long ride on the bus from the airport to Seoul. I took a nap in the bus and when I woke up I saw my grandmother from from a really far distance. She didn’t come to the airport but she was waiting for the bus I was in. I felt happy to see her after such a long time, and comfortable with the idea that I was going to be staying with her for a few months. 
        My grandmother is the person in the family that cares or me and the family. And I understood more of it while writing this. I hope you have someone that you really love, that cares for you, and I hope you realise it soon enough.

About the author
Yumin was born in 2004, October 21. She is staying in Delhi but gets to see her grandmother every summer and sometimes at Christmas time. Yumin likes to write about her family. 

  

Personal narrative from the beginning of the year

What?Dedicated to my sister for revenge 

By : Yumin Kim

    One hot evening, as the sun s~l~o~w~l~y set behind the buildings outside I was having dinner with my sister. It was quiet, just the sound of the spoon hitting the plate. I kept an eye on her, she was never so quiet. Suddenly she was smiling at me. The smile had a hint of trouble “don’t do that face it is freaky and why are you smiling?”I asked. I saw myself reflect in her eye. I was trying not to get interested. It was hard to ignore. “What?”,I said finally. “You look like a Anteater!!!!!! so funny”, Hyeamin laughed. “What is an Anteater?”,I asked. “Go search”, Hyeamin said, then she left the dinner table. I took a peak at her plate “that’s fast”, I thought. I was alone at the dinner table. I was always last at eating. But I was full. I walked to the computer with my big fat belly. I was scrolling Down the page ……………. An Anteater had a long nose , short legs, small eyes and a very l-o-n-g tongue and it ate ants!!! Lava bubbled in my head. I stomped my feet , kicked the door open and spit fire at her . “You look like an Anteater, meany” I shouted. Hyeamin covered her ears “I DON’T” 

“I-“………………..”Get out” Hyeamin shouted I stuck my tongue and slammed the door at her face. ” Anteaters are ugly” I thought. I walked slowly to my bedroom with my heavy body and closed my eyes ………..

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….zzzzzz….zzzzzz

I knew that in the morning everything will be forgotten.

And it was.

About the author
Yumin Kim was born in Korea and from Korea but live in India from when was little. She is 11 in Korea and 9 in India. She is in 4th grade. She has one big sister that is annoyIng as from the story. Her mom and dad is also from Korea. Her favourite author is roald dhal and her favourite book is Matilda which roald dhal wrote and rat burger which David walliams wrote. 

Her favourite subject is art and her favourite artist is Monet. 

 This story is the first story I wrote in 4th grade . I think it is not so interesting compared to the other writing I did across the year. I am kind of sad that this story was boring. I feel like I improved a lot and learned a lot about this writing and the other kind of writing from this year. And I hope I can learn more next year !!!!!!!!!!!!!!