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As you read use the
highlighter to show
which parts of the text are speech and which are sound effects.
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Use
a different colour for each person who speaks.
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Where
the scene is set using descriptive language, think how you could use music or
sound effects to create the same atmosphere.
The windscreen wipers slapped on the screen in time to
the upbeat music on the
car stereo. Mum switched it off in
frustration as she sat at the traffic lights.
“I don’t know why you had to take so
long, I waited half an hour!” she said sharply. Naomi sighed.
“They didn’t have my
size on the shelf, and the woman took ages searching in the stock room.”
“We wouldn’t have got stuck in all this traffic if you’d
just made your mind up quicker. We won’t
be eating tea until late at this rate.
Today of all days!” Mum retorted.
She was tired and hungry and it had been a long day.
“What’s
wrong with the mobile phone I spent a fortune on? You could have called me. I wouldn’t have rushed away from work to get
there if you’d called”. Mum wasn’t giving up her bad mood any time
soon.
“I
forgot to charge it, the battery’s dead,” Naomi answered. “More like you wasted it playing stupid games!” Mum retorted. “Sorry”, Naomi said quietly.
She looked through the window at the lights reflecting off the
puddles. The car accelerated away and sped out of town.
It
was turning stormy, and the wind whipped up the leaves, throwing them against
the car as the rain drummed on the roof. They
turned into the driveway of the old vicarage and Mum pulled on the
handbrake. “Oh, that’s just brilliant!” she muttered
sarcastically. “No lights on.
It must be a power cut. How am I
going to cook with no electricity?”
She slammed the car
door shut and hurried up the drive as the clock stuck six in the tower of the church next door.
Mum fumbled with the door keys in the
pitch blackness, then opened the front door.
Naomi splashed in
behind her and they shut out the wind and rain, gasping for breath.
“Maybe
we can have a sandwich?”
Naomi suggested. “I’ll make it
if you like.” “Ssh!” Mum said sharply. “Did you hear that?” “What?” answered Naomi. “Stop it, you’re freaking me
out. You know I’ve always thought this
house is haunted.” “I’m sure I heard
something in the living room,” Mum whispered. “Pass me that brolly, I’m going to have a look”.
Slowly, Mum tiptoed to the door. She turned the handle, and with a squeak, opened the door.
“Surprise!” came the shout. The lights snapped on and revealed Dad, Naomi’s brother Paul and a
group of friends, squashed in to the room.
Party poppers were set off, and a huge laugh came from the room at Mum’s
shocked response.
“Happy
Birthday, Mum!”
Naomi said cheerfully. “Sorry
about the trick, but I had to keep you out of the house ‘til everyone got
here!”
