Smashing an iPad mini

One sunny day after school a year ago mum had a old ipad mini.

“Mum can i smash that ipad mini that you didn't want?”

“Yes,” she said so I took it on to the driveway. I gave it the first drop test on the hard hard concrete. Bang! It sounded like a paint gun. I picked it up.  It looked fine but there was some little cracks on it!!

I dropped it again it made a paint gun sound again. I picked it up. There was a big dent on the side of it and a diagonal crack right through. I turned it on - it still turned on!  I was not surprised because it was not a big crack.

I dropped it again - smash! I picked it up, the whole screen was absolutely shattered!!! But it still worked, I was a little bit surprised that it still worked!

I dropped it again - smash! Bang! That didn't sound good. So I picked up the ipad and turned it on. I was surprised that it was still working, but I could only see half of the screen. I wondered why for a second. It was because the LED broke.  It looked like big white blobs.

Then I decided to get the axe out and I smashed the ipad. I looked at it. It wouldn't work and it had a big crack in it. Wow. 

Next time I hit it, the hole back of it came off!!! In side I saw the five sm hard drive with a big dent in it after hitting it with the axe.

I smashed it one more time with the axe then I found the 6 cm hard drive, so I hit it with the hammer then millions of little silver pieces came from the hard drive and I knew what they were. They were little pieces of the hard disk drive. They looked like little bits of glass but they weren't.

Finally I felt like it was smashed enough so for my last smash I chucked it on to the ground then millions of little bits came out of the iPad mini then it nether worked again.

The end

By Ben Paterson!

Autumn

Winter comes fast to this side of town

Less sun up above short days come around

Gray and black clouds form in the sky

and yellowing leaves tumble down from up high

and land in muddy puddles full of dirt.

A lonely playground sits in the wet

Cold old abandoned houses, people will never forget

Smoke drifts along from fireplaces in warm homes

People start wearing warmer clothes.

Some catch colds and many get sick

Sunscreen get tossed away in the bin

Wind rises outside, I’ll stay in.

Rugby games are cancelled as it's too soggy 

Rain falls across the fields, foggy.

Winter comes fast to this side of town 

less sun up above, short days come around

Then finally it's winter, staying home all comfy, 

feeling the swarm of heat from the fire.