Fanfiction i 1STb

Marianne og hennes klasse 1STb har jobbet med Fanfiction i engelsk. Kort sagt betyr fanfiction ’å være fan av fiksjon’ dvs å like å lage nye historier ut fra en allerede kjent tekst. Nedenfor følger noen av elevenes historier som vi gjerne vil dele. Det blir også en utstilling av tekstene i skolebiblioteket etter påske.


Braveheart (av Karoline)

William Wallace, a normal child from Scotland

He lived in a village far from the coastland.

Throwing rocks,

Hitting the wild ox,

and so he lived his childhood with no demand.


History is written by those who hang the heroes

Edward the Longshanks, the king of all zeroes.

Malcolm, William’s brave father

And his older brother John sunbather

Were both killed by Longshanks giant dingoes.


Falling in love, here name is Murron,
Riding together, in to the sunset they run.

Agirl so cute, hands over a nestle

You, and no other, let’s settle.

Ah’ yes, a yes, I lov’ yah, come on!


Primae noctis, The nobel man takes the bride
At the weddings first night, he has no pride.

William and Murron they fight,

For love! it’s their only sight.

Murron gets killed, even though poor William he tried.




Scotland in war, with William in front,

Killing the English, like they never had hunt

Taking down York and Stirling,

Even Falkirk, yeah, the whole thing!

We’re the undefeated, let’s go confront.


William is convicted, his brave heart is ending,
He was cheated, and now it’s the end of his life ring,

No confessions, no mercy,

Freedom he shouts, really, no mercy!

The Scottish, they win, in 1314 there is no lives depending.


CALL OF DUTY(av Mats)
Call of duty
It’s a nice game,
almost as nice as my very own name.
The game is based on killing each other,
that I will never tell mother

It’s a nice game,
All my friends tells me that I’m lame.
At the battlefield it’s a match between life and death.
I’m killing with my sniper, and I holding my breath.

It’s a nice game,
People are bulling me for playing, that’s a shame
I’m killing lots of people in streak,
now I’m starting to feel like a real gaming freak!


LIVERPOOL FC (av Håvard og Henrik)


They’re clearly number one
In any Scousers heart they belong
Gerrard the king
Babel the wing
And the manager always says “well done”

At Anfield Road they play
In the best kind of way
Do they miss?
It’s not a quiz
They make you want to stay


They’re all world famous names
In one of the world’s most popular games
Aquilani with the brain
Kuyt runs like a train
He scores some goals and turns the crowd into flames

They’re England’s most winning team
They fulfil everybody’s dream
Skrtel the beast
Insua the least
A goal makes you drop your ice-cream


In cloudy England they play
Everyone they slay
They beat them all
And never fall
The opponents crawls in the clay


But they are more than just a team
they’re playing like a dream
Reina with the save
Carragher is the brave
And they’re full of self- esteem


Inspired by “Freedom Writers’ Diary”

He came from the white, and was born a hero
Ending up in Ms. Gruwells class, he turned into a zero.
His shirt went sweat, his mind was ticking
It’s not easy, to be the only one of his kind.

What could he expect, when he chose the school?
Strict, old teachers and a lot of rules
It’s not weird that he felt he were alone
The only white amongst all the black.

Sitting in Ms. Gruwell’s class wasn’t as bad as he expected
Some of the other kids even said he was respected.
That’s not bad for a boy that turned his back
To the class where he was the white amongst black.

In the end, he’d earned a lot of experience
Many of the girls, had also made some influence
Now he regretted, that he turned his back
To the class where he was the white amongst black.

Lagt ut av Unni