Writing in English as an Additional Language at Key Stage 2
Writing in English as an Additional Language at Key Stage 2
Writing in English as an Additional Language at Key Stage 2
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<strong>Writ<strong>in</strong>g</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>English</strong> <strong>as</strong> <strong>an</strong> <strong>Additional</strong> L<strong>an</strong>guage <strong>at</strong> <strong>Key</strong> <strong>Stage</strong> 2 113<br />
Script 3 Story EAL - 5 - Girl First l<strong>an</strong>guage: Tagalog<br />
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It w<strong>as</strong> a summers day. The face of the moon disappeared <strong>an</strong>d the golden chariot moved<br />
across the horizon. The lush green gr<strong>as</strong>s d<strong>an</strong>ced with the daffodiles, whilst, the leaves<br />
swayed swiftly, side to side. The big day everyone w<strong>as</strong> wait<strong>in</strong>g for had f<strong>in</strong>ally arrived. There<br />
w<strong>as</strong> a long queue accross the street <strong>in</strong> Wakefield town. The games shop w<strong>as</strong> sell<strong>in</strong>g their<br />
br<strong>an</strong>d-new game. – it w<strong>as</strong> the magnificent game everyone w<strong>as</strong> long<strong>in</strong>g for ever s<strong>in</strong>ce l<strong>as</strong>t<br />
month! More <strong>an</strong>d more people gradually jo<strong>in</strong>ed the queue. Peter w<strong>as</strong> becom<strong>in</strong>g extremely tired<br />
wait<strong>in</strong>g there; s<strong>in</strong>ce, he queued up <strong>at</strong> seven <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g<br />
For hours <strong>an</strong>d hours he had been wait<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
“Mother”, he whispered, “when will the shop open?”<br />
“Not for <strong>an</strong>other hour or so!” she replied ple<strong>as</strong><strong>an</strong>tly.<br />
Peter beg<strong>an</strong> to get imp<strong>at</strong>ient – his face w<strong>as</strong> go<strong>in</strong>g red. He gazed <strong>at</strong> the advertizement on the<br />
crystal w<strong>in</strong>dows <strong>an</strong>d sighed.<br />
“I will get th<strong>at</strong> f<strong>an</strong>t<strong>as</strong>tic game!” he mumbled. The crowd w<strong>as</strong> gett<strong>in</strong>g longer <strong>an</strong>d longer (longer<br />
th<strong>at</strong> th<strong>at</strong> narrow street). There came a loud noise like a bee buzz<strong>in</strong>g. Buzz buzz here… buzz<br />
buzz there.<br />
F<strong>in</strong>ally, the doors slowly opened. Everyone rushed <strong>in</strong> <strong>an</strong>d pushed the door back. The<br />
security fell back with a loud thump.<br />
“Slow down! Slow down!” he exclaimed, “Plenty games for all of you!”<br />
All the children rushed <strong>in</strong>, <strong>as</strong> f<strong>as</strong>t <strong>as</strong> lighten<strong>in</strong>g, tak<strong>in</strong>g hold of their tre<strong>as</strong>ure. Peter w<strong>as</strong><br />
amazed! He had never seen <strong>as</strong> m<strong>an</strong>y games <strong>as</strong> he did… he w<strong>as</strong> speechless!<br />
All the adults queue <strong>at</strong> the counter; <strong>in</strong> order to get ready to pay for their purch<strong>as</strong>e.<br />
Peter w<strong>as</strong> such <strong>in</strong> shock th<strong>at</strong> he couldn’t move. His family were not <strong>as</strong> wealthy, <strong>as</strong> the others<br />
on their street; therefore, he did not buy <strong>an</strong>y accessories to play with. Nevertheless, he<br />
saved up his birthday money, ever s<strong>in</strong>ce he w<strong>as</strong> seven <strong>an</strong>d it w<strong>as</strong> the day to spend it. Games<br />
were piled all over the v<strong>as</strong>t shelves, ever on the floor! New ones <strong>an</strong>d old ones: such <strong>as</strong> ‘Harry<br />
one’ <strong>an</strong>d ‘Pop the balloon <strong>in</strong> the cr<strong>as</strong>h course’.<br />
Suddenly, Peter identified only one of the new games. The others had taken them all. A<br />
young girl, with blue eyes r<strong>an</strong> like a w<strong>in</strong>d to grab it. Peter exam<strong>in</strong>ed her <strong>an</strong>d leaped out to<br />
take hold of it first.<br />
“Oh, ple<strong>as</strong>e my name’s Anna,” the girl cried, “ple<strong>as</strong>e may I have th<strong>at</strong> game?”<br />
“Sorry” Peter replied <strong>as</strong> he strolled happily to his mother. “Come on! Stir your stumps”, his<br />
mother shouted.<br />
The little girl beg<strong>an</strong> to cry; therefore Peter allowed her to play with the game with him <strong>at</strong><br />
home. From th<strong>at</strong> day on, they became the best of m<strong>at</strong>es; furthermore, they shared all their<br />
precious possessions with one <strong>an</strong>d <strong>an</strong>other.