COMIC RELIEF

1. What is the comic relief?
Comic relief is the inclusion of a humurous character, scene or witty dialogue in an otherwise serious work, often to relieve tension.

2. Why is it often used in horror stories?
Because it is difficult to take a character seriously.

3. Do you remember laughing in any horror films? Can you think of an example?
Yes. Scary Movie.

SUSPENSE

1. Who's the master of suspense?
The master of suspense is Albert Hitchcock

2. What is his most famous horror film?
His most famous film was phsyco.

3. What type of characters did he often use in horror films?
He often uses psychopaths or sociopaths.

4. What did he do for the first time with the camera to create more suspense?
He used the subjective camera to reveal a character's vision.

THE GOTHIC NOVEL

1. Who invented the Gothic Novel?
 The gothic novel was invented almost single-handedly by Horace Walpole.

2. What was the first Gothic Novel?
The first gothic novel was The Castle of Otranto.

3. When was it first published?
 It was first published in 1764.

4. Which basic elements of horror didn't you include in your list? 
I didn't include anger or haste in my list.

Multiple intelligences test

The animal in me

Mouse

Genus and species:
Peromyscus maniculatus

Collective Term:
A nest of mice

Careers and Hobbies
Customer service
Librarian
Shopkeeper
Bank teller
Shopping
Collecting
Board games
Gossiping

Famous Mice
By definition, mice are never famous.

Mice personalities are enormously successful and are well represented throughout cities and suburbs. Living in close proximity to larger animal personalities, they survive by utilizing the resources others consider insignifiant, and because of their limited consumption mice place very little stress on the environment. They are quiet, compliant people and they disappear into their homes after work without ever drawing attention to themselves.
Physically small and emotionally timid, mice personalities adopt a typically rodent pattern of self-reliance in order to survive. Their canny minds have long since learned that the only free cheese is to be found in a mousetrap and they wouldn't dream of depending on others for support. This independence is quite understandable, given that they get so little respect from others.
There can never be enough money in the mouse's bank account. Like their rodent cousins the packrats, mice are manic about hoarding their resources and planning for the future. If anyone were to look inside a mouse's garage they'd be struck by the mountains of old newspapers, boxes, and broken tools piled to the ceiling. These objects represent security and peace of mind for the mouse, and parting with them would be like separating from a lover. Consequently, they are often seen scurrying around swap meets and garage sales, eagerly adding to their collection.
Mice are unassuming and plain. As youngsters, they were endearingly cute, although later years their smallish features fail to mature with the rest of their body. As it ages, it'll probably evolve into a mousy haired elder going quietly about his or her business.
Mice are uncomfortable when exposed in the open, and their timidity forces them to keep a low profile. They enjoy the security of numbers and join social organizations like the Rotary Club or the chamber of commerce to enhance their acquisition of resources. Their work environments are always neat and well organized and they take great care to ensure that things are always in their correct place. They are creatures of habit and need schedules and routines to make them feel in control.
With their small personalities, mice find it difficult to compete in the business world. Consequently, they almost never own their own business, relying instead on the abilities of larger animal personalities to lead the way. they are content to function as a cog in the wheel of a large corporation. Dependable workers, mice are often found as customer service representatives, factory workers, bank tellers and librarians.

My favourite animal was not the same animal as my result in the test, it is completly different.
I do agree with my result, i think that the job options are correct for me and I would be glad to do any of them. I also think the description of the mouse is a great match to mine, our way of thinking is the same.

Blood Ties

In the languange room I have been reading a book called Blood Ties, written by Sophie McKenzie.
I loved the book so much, i couldn't stop reading it. But the end was VERY disappointing.
So now I am going to write how I would like the ending of the book to be.

86

Rachel

It was the end of my first day at school. A week since i'd seen Theo.

I went everywhere in daze. I had barely registered our new town , our new house, our new car. I lived in my memories, dreaming of seeing him again. Going over what he'd told me.

Today was when he'd said I should do it.

Five p.m. HMT. That's when he'd said.

I walked down the corridor to the main school exit. It was a more modern school than my old one. Smaller but less crowded and cramped. The teachers seemed nice and some of the other kids had been friendly. At least they were boys here. Not that I was interested in any of them. Apparently there was another school in this town, only for boys. But I had seen no sign of it.

Out onto the tarmac. A light drizzle had just started falling. It was the very last week of term. I was only in for an orientation day. I'd start properly in January.

I lifted my face in the rain. It was getting stronger, the raindrops like tiny needles in my face. I thought about Theo, wondering what he would be doing right now.

'Hey, rain girl.' The sneering voice stopped me in my tracks. I looked round. A girl -bigger than me- was standing right next to me with her hands on her hips. She had long, dark hair and a hard, thin face. Two mousier looking girls stood on either side of her.

I stared at her face. She didn't look much like Jemima from my old school. But she had the same sneering, triumphant look in her eye.

'Where are you from, then?' she said.

'Out of town,' I said. I'd been primed with various ways of heading off intrusive questions about my past. My heart thumped. This girl didn't look like she was going to let me head her off all that easily.

'Oh yeah?' The girl glanced at her friends. 'That a nice place, Outuvtahn?'

She was taking the piss out of my accent. My face burned.

'It was okay,' I said levelly. 'Maybe not quite so rainy.'

'Oo-ooh,' the girl said sarcastically. 'So you're too good for round here then?'

My mind raced. What was the right reply? And then I realised. There wasn't one. I didn't even have to be having this conversation.

'I didn't say that,' I said sharply. I stared at the girl. On the surface she was all bluster and threat. But underneath, behind her eyes, I could see she wasn't as sure of herself as she was making out.

I kept my gaze rock-steady on her eyes. 'Actually I like it here.' I smiled. A quick, easy smile. 'See you later.'

I walked away.

Nothing followed me. No objects. No people. No swear words.

Nothing.

The new house was only a few minutes away. Dad was still at work - he'd got a new job at some flim processing shop. Mum was unloading her latest shopping - a new tennis outfit.

She wanted to buy one for me, get me started at the local club, but i told her I wanted to learn karate instead. They teach it at the new school.

I pretended to be interested in mum's new clothes, then I rushed out, saying I had to get something from the high street. The rain had stopped and the sun had come out. Everywhere smelled fresh. I went straight to the internet café I'd spotted earlier in the week. It was massive, there must have been about 200 computers. It looked more like an office than an internet café. I  saw a free computer next to the window and I went online. I found the chat room easily enough. Theo had been very clear about the address.

I registered and logged on. My mouth was dry. Was he going to be here? Would he have remembered?

I scanned the screen for Theo's username. There.

Message posted by ItsObvious at 5:01:

Funny what u miss when u move. Sights, sounds. People.

I smiled. Then put my hands over the key board. I'd picked my own username earlier in the week. Theo had told me to make it somethingn he would be sure to identify as me.

I typed quickley.

Message posted by ClØn* H*@rt at 5:03:

Yeah, missing people is definetly the worst. Still. So long as you have a way of keeping in touch, I guess u can survive.

Message posted by ItsObvious at 5:04:

Survive. As in better then nothing. Just. Anyway, it's been raining loads here. Doesn't affect me though. I'm working in an internet café on weekdays after school. I'm on my brake now, when i get my work schedule I will know when my brakes are, so that we can chat. Is it rainy where u r?

Message posted by ClØn* H*@rt at 5:05:

Yes. It was raining before but the sun just started shining now. I'm so happy you have found a job. I will have to find a better internet café to go online. I've been asking for someone to take my order ever since I got here. It's so busy. I just want a Cappuccino with extra cream, how long does it take haha. What is your school like?

- Haha. It's busy here too. It's rubbish. It sucks not knowing anyone.

-I know it sucks so much. Mine's okay, I think. At least this one has boys.

-That's all mine has. Boys only.

-Haha. I hope I c u again soon. Everything is so weird. 

-Me 2. Soon. One day, soon. I have to go, it's getting busy and apparently there is some chick complaining loads in section 8. Shit, it's starting to rain again. It's so depressing not being with u. Speak soon xxx

That was it. Theo went offline. I couldn't even answer him. When would we speak again?

I looked out the window and watched the raindrops slowly start again.

Damn, this Cappuccino was  going to take forever.

I pulled over a waitress and asked her if she could take my order.

'Staff on section 8 please!' she sounded very in control, I would finally get my coffee.

All of a sudden, I gasped. Did she just say Section 8? I looked at the raindrops falling heavier and heavier by the second. I quickly looked at Theo's last message he'd sent. This could not be happening. As I was reading it, someone behind be gasped, and a deep sexy familiar voice said 'Cappuccino with extra cream, miss clone heart?'

I turned and tears fell down my face. I must be dreaming. Theo had been sent to the same town as me. And now he was here, in front of me, and before I could even say anything, he was kissing me.

'Boom!' A sound like a gunshot made us stop. We looked around. No. Not again. Not Elijah, not RAGE. 

No. Just a little kid kicking the computer and the hardrives. Theo and I looked at the kid in shock. 

Yes, it was him. 

Daniel. He ran up to us and said. 'Theo, lots of tall men found me in the cemetry at Elijah's funeral, and they said that I had to come and live with you. Can we be roomates?'

We hugged him as Theo said 'Of course we can, bro.'

THE END

My dreams

My biggest dream in life is to own and be the boss of a really succesfull discotheque. I think that it is a way to make a lot of money, being involved with something that I love! And that is the whole night life scene. 

The only thing is, it's not as easy as it sounds. I would have to have a lot of money to be able to invest in something like this. I would also need to have a lot of help, and know a lot of people that know how to get a nightclub running. But it isn't impossible. Nothing is impossible. I would just need to earn some money and invest with other club owners. Be very informed and prepared. It would be a massive risk to open a new club, or to take over from one, because it could go really good or I could lose lots and lots of money. But it's a risk that one day I will be willing to take!