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Keys
I’ve always wanted to be a Professional Piano Player… but Mum says that I am not good enough. She isn’t that well… encouraging, I had to beg her for weeks just to let me have Piano lessons. I use to sit and watch the ladies in beautiful evening dresses playing the Piano, so freely and easily. I tried wearing a nice long evening dress… it got stuck in the pedals and I bashed my head on the shiny black and white keys. I stick to wearing knee length trousers now. My Piano teacher says that I’m gifted with the Piano… well for someone of my age. I am only thirteen and I only started having lessons a year and a bit ago. My name is Lara Keys, I’m thirteen years old, I go to Bebbek Secondary School and I live in Westwend, (England of course!). I want to enter in the Music show that we have every year at school. Any one can enter, they can sing, play an instrument or even create a band. There’s a cool prize for first place and money for second and third. Fourth and Fifth get a bag of Chocolate Maltesers. I’ve never entered before so I am a bit nervous… and I think I’m going to need to practice a bit more. But I didn’t realize that I only have only four days to get ready!
I’m not wearing anything special, just Jeans and a top, no make-up, old trainers. I don’t care what I look like, or if I’m wearing any make-up… all I care about is what I sound like. It’s Tuesday and the Concert is on Friday… I’m on my way to my Piano Lesson, it’s Summer and the lovely, bright velvet leaves on the chestnut trees are everywhere. I knocked on Mr T’s front door, I was excited… but I didn’t get home until half Six in the evening. Mum was furious and said that I wasn’t going to bed until I had done all four pieces of my homework.
I was really tired at school the next day… all I could think about was the concert and that I needed to practice. It’s Wednesday and I haven’t got a Piano Lesson today, I’ve just got to think of the song that I’m going to play. I could even just play a Tune that I’ve made up.
I’ve decided what song I’m going to play… can’t tell you! It’s a secret!
On Thursday I just about convinced Mum to let me have an extra Piano Lesson. I played my song to Mr T, he really helped me improve it.
It’s Friday and I’m standing next to the curtain looking out at the stage, the band that was going to play looked good, there was a boy playing a keyboard… he looked really good. They were all dressed really smartly, I was wearing a grey top and black jeans. The girls behind me laughed and giggled at me. The four of them were singing a song together. They were borrowing the school’s P.A system… I was borrowing the school’s Piano from the music room. It isn’t the best Piano in the world but it will do.
The band started to play, they sounded so good… I went back stage, I had forgot that I have stage fright! There’s nine entries including me and I’m last. There’s only going to be four entries that don’t win anything… I have an awful feeling that I’m going to be one of them. It’s on the 8th entry, the group of girl singers. Their voices sound unreal, like they’re just mouthing the words… but they’re definitely not. As they finished everybody clapped and cheered so loud that I had to cup my hands over my ears. They came off the stage and the curtains closed, the care taker and a couple of other teachers started to drag the Piano on… I was next. I sat down on the small leather stall and stretched my fingers… I looked around for my Back pack, it was nowhere in sight. I had left it backstage! It had my song in there. The Headmaster started to introduce me. I jumped up and ran off the stage, when I got backstage and rummaged through my bag. I could hear the curtains slowly opening,
“Gotcha!” I shouted, pulling the two large pieces of Paper out. I ran back on stage and sat back down just in time, for me to be in sight of the audience. Everybody stared at me… waiting for me to play. My breath became faster and my heart pumped and pushed against my rib cage. I took a very long, and a very deep breath and started to play.
As I hit my finger down on the last white key I stopped, my heart become calmer and my breathing slowed down. For one moment there was just silence… I gulped and then took a sigh of relief, they were clapping for me!
I didn’t win first place… but I did come second! I got £25 and a mini bag of Jelly Babies. The girl’s singing came first, they deserved it… they must of worked so hard to get it as good as it was. The Band came Third and they got £15 and a mini bag of cola bottles each. Mum was so pleased and now she thinks that I am a good Piano Player… because I know I am to!
By Jade M
Age 11
Class 3
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Friday 24 July 2009
Tuesday 21 July 2009
"My Music Mum" by Jade M, Age 11, Class 3
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My Music Mum
My Mum loves music,
A little too much,
She writes it all day and plays it all night,
And when I say “STOP,”
She just says “no,”
Because she’s the music mum,
Like everyone knows,
Bang, Bosh, Bang,
All night long,
I say to my Mum,
“Be quiet,” all night long,
Why can’t she sing it all day and write it all night?
Because My Mum is the Music Mum,
And she keeps me up all night.
By Jade M
Age 11
Class 3
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My Music Mum
My Mum loves music,
A little too much,
She writes it all day and plays it all night,
And when I say “STOP,”
She just says “no,”
Because she’s the music mum,
Like everyone knows,
Bang, Bosh, Bang,
All night long,
I say to my Mum,
“Be quiet,” all night long,
Why can’t she sing it all day and write it all night?
Because My Mum is the Music Mum,
And she keeps me up all night.
By Jade M
Age 11
Class 3
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Friday 17 July 2009
"I Want To Write A Poem" by Jade M, Age 11, Class 3
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I Want to Write a Poem
I want to write a poem,
But what to write about?
Horror, Fantasy, Love stories…
No!
What about music and all things nice?
Songs and Pianos, Guitars and drums,
Starring dancing mice.
What about a Band,
So grand,
That it knocks you off your feet?
Notes and little wiggery things
Telling me what to play.
Yes me and my one man band,
Are on our way.
Everyone will cheer and clap,
Once they’ve heard me play,
Cause I’ll write a song,
So good and fab,
We’ll dance to it all day.
I Want to Write a Poem
I want to write a poem,
But what to write about?
Horror, Fantasy, Love stories…
No!
What about music and all things nice?
Songs and Pianos, Guitars and drums,
Starring dancing mice.
What about a Band,
So grand,
That it knocks you off your feet?
Notes and little wiggery things
Telling me what to play.
Yes me and my one man band,
Are on our way.
Everyone will cheer and clap,
Once they’ve heard me play,
Cause I’ll write a song,
So good and fab,
We’ll dance to it all day.
By Jade M,
Age 11, Class 3
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Wednesday 1 April 2009
"Orange As Could Be" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Orange As Could Be
Jess walked over to the fireplace and looked at the photo, with a young man and a bright orange carrot in, which was proudly placed on top of the fireplace.
“Who’s that?” she asked,
“Me again love!” her Grandfather shouted. Jess' Grandfather specialised in growing prize vegetables. He was Scottish and use to live in Scotland. Jess got teased at school because of what her Grandfather done. It wasn’t till her Grandfather moved to England… that she appreciated, that what he'd done… made him happy! She looked at the photo carefully, the carrot, was wearing a red rosette!
“Grandfather… why is that carrot, wearing a rosette. And you aren’t?” she asked,
Her Grandfather chuckled and then blurted out, “Because dreary… that carrot, that carrot there, won the most orange and organic carrot of the year, show!” Jess looked at him if to say he was crazy!
“You make it sound all posh and nice.” She huffed, he looked at her as if to say, “What?”
“I wasn’t going to say a word!” she shouted, rolling her eyes. Jess walked out of the room and took her coat from the banister.
“Bye Grandfather… I’ll see you tomorrow!” she shouted,
“Ok Jess, but before you go… can yeah nip in the green house and water my carrots?” he asked crossing his fingers, “It’s just, I’ve got a bad back.”
“Ok Grandfather.” She groaned. Jess had gone in her Grandfather's green house before… but she’d never done, anything in it. As she walked in, the first thing’s she saw was the carrots.
“Well, that was easy!” she shouted, surprisingly. Under a desk by the carrots, there was a watering can. She took it out and went to the back of the green house, where she found the tap. She filled the water can up to the top.
“This is heavy!” she shouted, and then poured, all the water over the carrots. The next day when she went to see her Grandfather, she was asked again to water the carrots. So she did exactly the same as last time, only this time the carrots seemed less orange and a bit shrivelled up… so she gave them a little bit more water! The next day when her and her Grandfather went to the green house,
“The carrots!” he shouted, “What’s happened to my carrots?” he looked at Jess, Jess looked back at him, “Jessie, how much water did you give my carrots?”
“Well… on the first day, I gave them a can full and on the second day I gave them a can full and a bit!”
“Jess!” her Grandfather screamed, “You’ve killed them!” Jess looked at the carrots. Actually they did look a bit, well, unloved!
“I’m sorry Grandfather! I didn’t mean to!” she shouted, her Grandfather turned around,
“Don’t worry Jess… its not your thought! I should of told you how much water to give them.” He said smiling, “I just suppose I want to enter this years most orange and organic carrot of the year show.” He mumbled to himself. Jess felt guilty, as she looked at her Grandfather walking sadly to the house.
“Don’t worry Grandfather… I’ll grow some prize winning carrots!” she thought to her self.
The next day Jess got up really early so that she could get to the green house. She walked down the road and to her Grandfather's house, she quietly opened the green house door, slipped in and slowly closed it behind her. She looked around… she looked in the draws of the desk and took out some carrot seeds. She got some soil and a big pot and filled the pot half way with soil, put the seeds in and covered them over with soil. She got some water and only gave them a little bit. She put them at the back of the greenhouse and hid them behind the tomatoes. She looked in the house, but she could not bare to face him, after what she had done. After school she went back to the greenhouse, to check that her Grandfather had not found the carrots. They were exactly where they were before. After that, she did the same for a whole month… the carrots were lovely and orange… but she didn’t know what organic meant! That day she slowly closed the green house door, but her Grandfather caught her.
“And why are you out here so early in the morning?” he asked unlocking the door. Jess and her Grandfather walked inside, Jess told him all what she had been doing.
“Oh Jess!” her Grandfather chuckled, “You didn’t have to do that!”
“But I wanted to! And I want you to enter this years competition! Please?”
He thought and then said, “Ok then… and I’m sure that your carrots, will win a red rosette!”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Orange As Could Be
Jess walked over to the fireplace and looked at the photo, with a young man and a bright orange carrot in, which was proudly placed on top of the fireplace.
“Who’s that?” she asked,
“Me again love!” her Grandfather shouted. Jess' Grandfather specialised in growing prize vegetables. He was Scottish and use to live in Scotland. Jess got teased at school because of what her Grandfather done. It wasn’t till her Grandfather moved to England… that she appreciated, that what he'd done… made him happy! She looked at the photo carefully, the carrot, was wearing a red rosette!
“Grandfather… why is that carrot, wearing a rosette. And you aren’t?” she asked,
Her Grandfather chuckled and then blurted out, “Because dreary… that carrot, that carrot there, won the most orange and organic carrot of the year, show!” Jess looked at him if to say he was crazy!
“You make it sound all posh and nice.” She huffed, he looked at her as if to say, “What?”
“I wasn’t going to say a word!” she shouted, rolling her eyes. Jess walked out of the room and took her coat from the banister.
“Bye Grandfather… I’ll see you tomorrow!” she shouted,
“Ok Jess, but before you go… can yeah nip in the green house and water my carrots?” he asked crossing his fingers, “It’s just, I’ve got a bad back.”
“Ok Grandfather.” She groaned. Jess had gone in her Grandfather's green house before… but she’d never done, anything in it. As she walked in, the first thing’s she saw was the carrots.
“Well, that was easy!” she shouted, surprisingly. Under a desk by the carrots, there was a watering can. She took it out and went to the back of the green house, where she found the tap. She filled the water can up to the top.
“This is heavy!” she shouted, and then poured, all the water over the carrots. The next day when she went to see her Grandfather, she was asked again to water the carrots. So she did exactly the same as last time, only this time the carrots seemed less orange and a bit shrivelled up… so she gave them a little bit more water! The next day when her and her Grandfather went to the green house,
“The carrots!” he shouted, “What’s happened to my carrots?” he looked at Jess, Jess looked back at him, “Jessie, how much water did you give my carrots?”
“Well… on the first day, I gave them a can full and on the second day I gave them a can full and a bit!”
“Jess!” her Grandfather screamed, “You’ve killed them!” Jess looked at the carrots. Actually they did look a bit, well, unloved!
“I’m sorry Grandfather! I didn’t mean to!” she shouted, her Grandfather turned around,
“Don’t worry Jess… its not your thought! I should of told you how much water to give them.” He said smiling, “I just suppose I want to enter this years most orange and organic carrot of the year show.” He mumbled to himself. Jess felt guilty, as she looked at her Grandfather walking sadly to the house.
“Don’t worry Grandfather… I’ll grow some prize winning carrots!” she thought to her self.
The next day Jess got up really early so that she could get to the green house. She walked down the road and to her Grandfather's house, she quietly opened the green house door, slipped in and slowly closed it behind her. She looked around… she looked in the draws of the desk and took out some carrot seeds. She got some soil and a big pot and filled the pot half way with soil, put the seeds in and covered them over with soil. She got some water and only gave them a little bit. She put them at the back of the greenhouse and hid them behind the tomatoes. She looked in the house, but she could not bare to face him, after what she had done. After school she went back to the greenhouse, to check that her Grandfather had not found the carrots. They were exactly where they were before. After that, she did the same for a whole month… the carrots were lovely and orange… but she didn’t know what organic meant! That day she slowly closed the green house door, but her Grandfather caught her.
“And why are you out here so early in the morning?” he asked unlocking the door. Jess and her Grandfather walked inside, Jess told him all what she had been doing.
“Oh Jess!” her Grandfather chuckled, “You didn’t have to do that!”
“But I wanted to! And I want you to enter this years competition! Please?”
He thought and then said, “Ok then… and I’m sure that your carrots, will win a red rosette!”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Tuesday 24 March 2009
"Mushy Mystery" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Mushy Mystery
Georgia had made some cupcakes, they were delicious,
“Yum.” Georgia’s mum commented, as she took one out of the oven and bit into it,
“Still warm!” Georgia shouted, taking it back and eating the rest.
“Ruff!” Georgia’s dog barked, Georgia took the tray of cakes out of the oven and put them on the table. One bounced off the tray and dropped onto the floor. Georgia’s dog, (Dotty) scooped it up and slobbered, all, over it!
“Dotty!” Georgia shouted, “Give that back now.” She groaned, snatching the cake out of her mouth.
“Ehh.” Georgia’s mum, (Kayleigh) groaned. Georgia took one look at the slobbered covered cake… and threw it in the bin. She took the tray of cakes and put them on the top shelf, (so Dotty couldn’t get them) and went into the front room. Half an hour later, she came back to decorate the cakes. Georgia took them down from the high shelf and to her surprise… instead of nice, fluffy, fairy cakes… there were not so nice, not so fluffy, squashed fairy cakes!
“DOTTY!” she shouted, but Dotty was outside. She’d been outside since she’d eat that cake! It couldn’t have been Dotty… then who was it?
“This calls… for an investigation!” Georgia shouted. Georgia’s aunt was a detective. For Christmas Georgia got a crime busting kit, from her aunt… she thought this might, just, be a good time to get it out! She opened the case and firstly took out a small rucksack,
“To keep things in” she thought to her self, then she picked up a small round tub, with a fingerprint on the top of it. Some fingerprint dust and a brush and plopped it in her bag,
“Every good detective needs fingerprints.” She thought to her self, again. She looked around and then took out a magnify glass and carefully put it at the bottom of her bag.
“To look, at the fingerprints!” she shouted out loud, this time. Then she took a little plastic bag and ink out and chucked it in her bag…
“Every good detective has something to put its evidence in. And you have to take fingerprints, as well as find them.” she muttered. Finally she took a small pad with, TOP SECRET on it and then a pen that could convert into a small telescope. She put them down on the table and opened the pad, she wrote,
Investigation…
MUSHY MYSTERY
She went into the kitchen and took the tray of cakes down. She poured the cakes into the evidence bag and put it back into her detective bag,
“Evidence, is needed in this mystery!” she shouted. Georgia looked at the tray and took her magnify glass out of her bag. She bent down and looked through the magnify glass suspiciously…
“Hmm,” she pondered, “This is a mystery that, does not… want to be solved.” She huffed. Georgia then put the magnify glass back and took out the fingerprint dust and brush. She opened the little round tub and tipped the brush in the powder. She whipped the brush all over the tray; she found two types of fingerprints… one bigger then the other.
“One must be mine… that’s the small one. And the big ones must be… the criminal!” she thought to her self, “It’s time to take some fingerprints!” she took the ink out her bag and then a piece of paper.
“DAD!” she bellowed. She knew her dad had a big appetite and could have tried to take the tray of cakes down… and dropped them. Put them back up and left the mess to some body else! As her dad came in she was by the door, she closed the door and dimmed the lights.
“So… where were you around half an hour ago?” she asked sitting down, (shinning a lamp into her, not so impressed father's face),
“I’m not saying anything… till you, tell me what’s going on?” he pondered, pushing the light away and turning it off.
“Don’t act stupid with me young man!” she shouted, looking into is eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Georgia!” he blurted out.
Georgia thought,“Really?”
“No! I do not know.”
“Oh just shush and dip your fingers in that!” she shouted rolling her eyes, as she pushed the ink towards him. Georgia’s dad dipped his fingers in the ink and then looked up, Georgia pointed to the piece of paper. He put his finger on and pressed down.
“I’m done with you now, you can go.” She groaned, she looked at the finger prints on they paper, then the tray,
“Dads are too big!” she shouted, “Then who could it be?” she thought. “But that only leaves one more person… mum!” the door creaked and Georgia ran to the door and smacked it open.
“Ah!” somebody screeched, as the door hit the wall it revealed Kayleigh. She was holding her nose,
“Look what you’ve done! I’ve got a nose bleed now!” she moaned.
“Me! Look who’s talking!” Georgia shouted. Soon Georgia’s dad came and sat Kayleigh down. She held a tissue to her nose and said,
“Oh I’m sorry Georgia. It was me that squashed your fairy cakes.”
“Why?” Georgia’s dad asked.
“Well, after eating that little bit of the fairy cake… I wanted more. So sneaked into the kitchen and took one down from the tray. But my sleeve got caught in the tray and when I pulled my arm down… the whole tray came down and the cakes were flattened. I set them back up as they were before and thought that you wouldn’t no that is was me. I’m sorry Georgia.”
“It’s ok mum… well, as long as you make us more and they better be bigger then the others!” she said, laughing.
“Well… I think I could.” Kayleigh said smiling. “Come here?” and Kayleigh gave Georgia a hug, “Right! I think we should get cake making!”
“We! You mean you, should get cake making!” Georgia shouted laughing.
The End
Mushy Mystery
Georgia had made some cupcakes, they were delicious,
“Yum.” Georgia’s mum commented, as she took one out of the oven and bit into it,
“Still warm!” Georgia shouted, taking it back and eating the rest.
“Ruff!” Georgia’s dog barked, Georgia took the tray of cakes out of the oven and put them on the table. One bounced off the tray and dropped onto the floor. Georgia’s dog, (Dotty) scooped it up and slobbered, all, over it!
“Dotty!” Georgia shouted, “Give that back now.” She groaned, snatching the cake out of her mouth.
“Ehh.” Georgia’s mum, (Kayleigh) groaned. Georgia took one look at the slobbered covered cake… and threw it in the bin. She took the tray of cakes and put them on the top shelf, (so Dotty couldn’t get them) and went into the front room. Half an hour later, she came back to decorate the cakes. Georgia took them down from the high shelf and to her surprise… instead of nice, fluffy, fairy cakes… there were not so nice, not so fluffy, squashed fairy cakes!
“DOTTY!” she shouted, but Dotty was outside. She’d been outside since she’d eat that cake! It couldn’t have been Dotty… then who was it?
“This calls… for an investigation!” Georgia shouted. Georgia’s aunt was a detective. For Christmas Georgia got a crime busting kit, from her aunt… she thought this might, just, be a good time to get it out! She opened the case and firstly took out a small rucksack,
“To keep things in” she thought to her self, then she picked up a small round tub, with a fingerprint on the top of it. Some fingerprint dust and a brush and plopped it in her bag,
“Every good detective needs fingerprints.” She thought to her self, again. She looked around and then took out a magnify glass and carefully put it at the bottom of her bag.
“To look, at the fingerprints!” she shouted out loud, this time. Then she took a little plastic bag and ink out and chucked it in her bag…
“Every good detective has something to put its evidence in. And you have to take fingerprints, as well as find them.” she muttered. Finally she took a small pad with, TOP SECRET on it and then a pen that could convert into a small telescope. She put them down on the table and opened the pad, she wrote,
Investigation…
MUSHY MYSTERY
She went into the kitchen and took the tray of cakes down. She poured the cakes into the evidence bag and put it back into her detective bag,
“Evidence, is needed in this mystery!” she shouted. Georgia looked at the tray and took her magnify glass out of her bag. She bent down and looked through the magnify glass suspiciously…
“Hmm,” she pondered, “This is a mystery that, does not… want to be solved.” She huffed. Georgia then put the magnify glass back and took out the fingerprint dust and brush. She opened the little round tub and tipped the brush in the powder. She whipped the brush all over the tray; she found two types of fingerprints… one bigger then the other.
“One must be mine… that’s the small one. And the big ones must be… the criminal!” she thought to her self, “It’s time to take some fingerprints!” she took the ink out her bag and then a piece of paper.
“DAD!” she bellowed. She knew her dad had a big appetite and could have tried to take the tray of cakes down… and dropped them. Put them back up and left the mess to some body else! As her dad came in she was by the door, she closed the door and dimmed the lights.
“So… where were you around half an hour ago?” she asked sitting down, (shinning a lamp into her, not so impressed father's face),
“I’m not saying anything… till you, tell me what’s going on?” he pondered, pushing the light away and turning it off.
“Don’t act stupid with me young man!” she shouted, looking into is eyes.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Georgia!” he blurted out.
Georgia thought,“Really?”
“No! I do not know.”
“Oh just shush and dip your fingers in that!” she shouted rolling her eyes, as she pushed the ink towards him. Georgia’s dad dipped his fingers in the ink and then looked up, Georgia pointed to the piece of paper. He put his finger on and pressed down.
“I’m done with you now, you can go.” She groaned, she looked at the finger prints on they paper, then the tray,
“Dads are too big!” she shouted, “Then who could it be?” she thought. “But that only leaves one more person… mum!” the door creaked and Georgia ran to the door and smacked it open.
“Ah!” somebody screeched, as the door hit the wall it revealed Kayleigh. She was holding her nose,
“Look what you’ve done! I’ve got a nose bleed now!” she moaned.
“Me! Look who’s talking!” Georgia shouted. Soon Georgia’s dad came and sat Kayleigh down. She held a tissue to her nose and said,
“Oh I’m sorry Georgia. It was me that squashed your fairy cakes.”
“Why?” Georgia’s dad asked.
“Well, after eating that little bit of the fairy cake… I wanted more. So sneaked into the kitchen and took one down from the tray. But my sleeve got caught in the tray and when I pulled my arm down… the whole tray came down and the cakes were flattened. I set them back up as they were before and thought that you wouldn’t no that is was me. I’m sorry Georgia.”
“It’s ok mum… well, as long as you make us more and they better be bigger then the others!” she said, laughing.
“Well… I think I could.” Kayleigh said smiling. “Come here?” and Kayleigh gave Georgia a hug, “Right! I think we should get cake making!”
“We! You mean you, should get cake making!” Georgia shouted laughing.
The End
By Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Saturday 14 March 2009
"You're still the Mutt" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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You’re Still The MUTT
(sequel to 'Who's the Mutt?')
Charlie was a dog and loved food. His favourite food was meat… he liked Beef, Lamb and Turkey, but he loved and loved… Chicken! Charlie would do anything for Chicken, literally. As we all know, Luke is Charlie’s owner and as we also all know… Luke’s dad is one fat, dumb and one seriously grumpy man!
One day, Charlie was having a nap time, it was about eleven o’clock. Then the door slammed, it was Luke’s mum. Luke’s mum had been away in India, on a business trip. She had been away for a good three weeks and Luke was beginning to miss his mum. Even though Luke was nearly fourteen… and him and his mum were always fighting, Luke didn’t like it when she went away.
“I’m back!” she bellowed,
“Mum!” a voice shouted out.
“That sounds like Luke?” Charlie thought to him self. “But it can’t be, he’s supposed to be at school. Unless…” he thought very carefully about this. When he went to see who it was, he saw Luke wrapped in his mothers arms and she was kissing him on the cheek, quite a lot of times!
“Ehh! Mum… stop it!” Luke groaned,
“What! Luke’s skipped school!” Charlie blurted out. Of course, it just sounded like a load of woofing to Luke and his mum. Just as he was walking back up to Luke’s bedroom.
“Charlie, Charlie boy, come here boy. Come on!” It was Luke’s mum. Charlie liked Luke’s mum, she was… sort of nice. She gives Charlie left over meat all the time. But he doesn’t like her when she dresses him up in pink fluffy bunny ears and then carries him around in a little hand bag.
“Oh… mummy’s missed her little Charlie baby!” she said to Charlie, picking him up. Then she pulled out a collar covered in beautiful gems.
“Look what I got for you!” She said, clipping the collar to Charlie’s neck. Charlie didn’t look that impressed. He didn’t want a new collar… he wanted chicken!
“What’s for lunch?”
“I don’t know.” Luke shrugged. Luke’s dad couldn’t cook, so they had to have takeaways for dinner and frozen burgers for lunch.
“Well… we all like roast. So what about some nice English Roast Chicken?” Charlie’s ear’s pricked up.
“Ok.” Luke couldn’t be less bothered, but Charlie could.
“Oh yeah!” He woofed. When Luke’s mum, (Olivia) went into the front room, Luke’s dad, (Simon) was in there, sitting on the sofa Rubbing his back side. After the not so unfortunate accident with the cat flap Simon had to have three stitches in his bottom.
“What happened?” Olivia asked, putting on a concerned face.
“Who cares about him! Where’s my chicken?” Charlie woofed again.
“It was that MUTT!” Simon shouted.
“His names Charlie!” Luke exclaimed.
“Oh… my honey bunny, come here!” Olivia shouted, dropping Charlie. He hit the floor with a bump and then bounced several times, until he landed in Luke’s arms.
“Do you mind!” Charlie woofed again, “I-want-my-chicken!”
Luke’s dad might not be able to cook… but Luke knew quite a lot about cooking. He put Charlie down on the table, then started to look through the kitchen. When he finally, found a nice Chicken, he washed it, then dried it and thank god it was gutted! Then he put it in a roasting tin, seasoned it and popped it in the oven. After about an hour and a half… Luke took it out the oven and plopped it on to a big, white, shiny, plate.
“Grub’s up!” Luke shouted, putting three plates down and a mixture of vegetables on the kitchen table. Charlie licked his lips and then made a dive for the chicken. He stretched his legs out and stuck his front claws out from his little paws. He was actually in mid air when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him down back to earth. Charlie looked up, it was Olivia.
“Do you mind?” he screeched, falling over backwards, “Oh, it’s you.” He groaned sitting back up.
“Rule number one… no dogs anywhere approximately,” Olivia shouted, getting a tape measure out of her bag. “Um… twenty four inches away from the table!” she screeched again, shooing poor Charlie into his cage, witch he didn’t go in that much. As it smelt a bit! She locked the door.
“No way mum! He doesn’t like it in there. That’s why I made him his special doggy bed!” Luke screamed, pointing to a corner of the room. With Charlie’s silk blanket in and his seven little pillow’s lined up in a line.
“No Luke! Don’t you dare answer back to me!” she shouted back, locking the cage.
“I’ve grown up mum! And I think you, need to do, too!” Luke unlocked the door,
“How dare you!”
“What?”
“What? What? I’ll tell you what!”
“What, what, what, what… what!” Luke screamed again,
“Bla, ble, ble, bla, ble, bla, bla, bla!” and the rest is quite boring. While Luke and his mum were blubbering on Charlie pushed the cage open and skipped off. He jumped onto the chair where Olivia usually sits.
“Come on, let’s tuck in Olivia!” Simon said turning around to see Charlie, in his wife’s seat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Simon screeched, like a little girl.
“Oh what’s wrong now?” Olivia huffed.
“Olivia! Your all fluffy and, and, fluffy!” he shouted. Now Simon was dumb, no not dumb, really, really, extra dumb! He thought that Olivia had turned into a dog, when really she was just behind him.
“What!” she shouted looking down at him.
“But! What? But I thought…” he said, looking back and forwards, at Charlie and Olivia.
“You dummy!” she moaned, walking off and then came back and tucked into her dinner.
“Get off you dumb MUTT!” Simon shouted,
“Dumb MUTT… look who’s talking!” Charlie growled. After they had all had dinner, everyone went into the front room and watched TV. This was Charlie’s chance to make his move on the… Chicken! He sneaked out of his doggy bed and clambered onto one of the chairs.
“Yummy roast CHICKEN.” Charlie whispered. He dragged the remains into Luke’s bedroom and munched into the Chicken. When Simon finally got up from the sofa to get seconds… that’s when he looked.
“Where’s the chicken gone?” he moaned,
“You ate it all dad!” Luke shouted, laughing.
“No I did not! It was probably that MUTT!” Next thing Charlie knew, he heard big footsteps coming towards Luke’s bedroom!
“MUTT! Where are you?” Simon blurted, Charlie quickly grabbed the rest of the chicken and poked his head out the door. Simon turned around to see Charlie, with his chicken in Charlie’s mouth.
“MUTT! Come here now!” Simon shouted.
“Ruff!” Charlie went and ran out the cat flap. Simon ran out the door and saw Charlie heading for Olivia’s flower beds. By this time Charlie had ate all the yummy bits off the Chicken and left the fatty bits for Simon. He rolled over in the muddy flower beds squishing some of the flowers… but not all of them; he wouldn’t do that to Olivia. Olivia loves her flower beds and that played a very important part in Charlie’s devious plan! He put the Chicken down and woofed.
“MUTT! Give me my CHICKEN!” and there is only one person who would talk to Charlie like that. Simon ran to the flower bed, jumped in the air and landed belly first on the chicken… squishing it into the ground. Charlie ran inside and cleaned him self up. He jumped on to the window sill and looked out at Simon. He turned over first, then started to look for his chicken.
“MUTT! Where have you put my chicken?” he bellowed,
“I haven’t got it dummy!” Charlie screamed, rolling his eyes, “These Human things… have no sense!” Simon carried on rolling around Olivia’s flower bed, which by now… was just a square of dirt with a couple of squished flowers pocking up. Olivia walked over to the back door and opened it,
“SIMON! Get out of my flower beds!” she bellowed,
“But! But! It was that MUTT.” He groaned, hanging his head in shame, like a little child that has just been told off. Charlie growled.
“Likely story!” Luke shouted from behind his mother.
“He just doesn’t learn.” Charlie woofed, feeling quite proud of himself, “You’re still the MUTT Simon, your still the MUTT!” he woofed, licking his lips!
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
You’re Still The MUTT
(sequel to 'Who's the Mutt?')
Charlie was a dog and loved food. His favourite food was meat… he liked Beef, Lamb and Turkey, but he loved and loved… Chicken! Charlie would do anything for Chicken, literally. As we all know, Luke is Charlie’s owner and as we also all know… Luke’s dad is one fat, dumb and one seriously grumpy man!
One day, Charlie was having a nap time, it was about eleven o’clock. Then the door slammed, it was Luke’s mum. Luke’s mum had been away in India, on a business trip. She had been away for a good three weeks and Luke was beginning to miss his mum. Even though Luke was nearly fourteen… and him and his mum were always fighting, Luke didn’t like it when she went away.
“I’m back!” she bellowed,
“Mum!” a voice shouted out.
“That sounds like Luke?” Charlie thought to him self. “But it can’t be, he’s supposed to be at school. Unless…” he thought very carefully about this. When he went to see who it was, he saw Luke wrapped in his mothers arms and she was kissing him on the cheek, quite a lot of times!
“Ehh! Mum… stop it!” Luke groaned,
“What! Luke’s skipped school!” Charlie blurted out. Of course, it just sounded like a load of woofing to Luke and his mum. Just as he was walking back up to Luke’s bedroom.
“Charlie, Charlie boy, come here boy. Come on!” It was Luke’s mum. Charlie liked Luke’s mum, she was… sort of nice. She gives Charlie left over meat all the time. But he doesn’t like her when she dresses him up in pink fluffy bunny ears and then carries him around in a little hand bag.
“Oh… mummy’s missed her little Charlie baby!” she said to Charlie, picking him up. Then she pulled out a collar covered in beautiful gems.
“Look what I got for you!” She said, clipping the collar to Charlie’s neck. Charlie didn’t look that impressed. He didn’t want a new collar… he wanted chicken!
“What’s for lunch?”
“I don’t know.” Luke shrugged. Luke’s dad couldn’t cook, so they had to have takeaways for dinner and frozen burgers for lunch.
“Well… we all like roast. So what about some nice English Roast Chicken?” Charlie’s ear’s pricked up.
“Ok.” Luke couldn’t be less bothered, but Charlie could.
“Oh yeah!” He woofed. When Luke’s mum, (Olivia) went into the front room, Luke’s dad, (Simon) was in there, sitting on the sofa Rubbing his back side. After the not so unfortunate accident with the cat flap Simon had to have three stitches in his bottom.
“What happened?” Olivia asked, putting on a concerned face.
“Who cares about him! Where’s my chicken?” Charlie woofed again.
“It was that MUTT!” Simon shouted.
“His names Charlie!” Luke exclaimed.
“Oh… my honey bunny, come here!” Olivia shouted, dropping Charlie. He hit the floor with a bump and then bounced several times, until he landed in Luke’s arms.
“Do you mind!” Charlie woofed again, “I-want-my-chicken!”
Luke’s dad might not be able to cook… but Luke knew quite a lot about cooking. He put Charlie down on the table, then started to look through the kitchen. When he finally, found a nice Chicken, he washed it, then dried it and thank god it was gutted! Then he put it in a roasting tin, seasoned it and popped it in the oven. After about an hour and a half… Luke took it out the oven and plopped it on to a big, white, shiny, plate.
“Grub’s up!” Luke shouted, putting three plates down and a mixture of vegetables on the kitchen table. Charlie licked his lips and then made a dive for the chicken. He stretched his legs out and stuck his front claws out from his little paws. He was actually in mid air when a pair of hands grabbed him and pulled him down back to earth. Charlie looked up, it was Olivia.
“Do you mind?” he screeched, falling over backwards, “Oh, it’s you.” He groaned sitting back up.
“Rule number one… no dogs anywhere approximately,” Olivia shouted, getting a tape measure out of her bag. “Um… twenty four inches away from the table!” she screeched again, shooing poor Charlie into his cage, witch he didn’t go in that much. As it smelt a bit! She locked the door.
“No way mum! He doesn’t like it in there. That’s why I made him his special doggy bed!” Luke screamed, pointing to a corner of the room. With Charlie’s silk blanket in and his seven little pillow’s lined up in a line.
“No Luke! Don’t you dare answer back to me!” she shouted back, locking the cage.
“I’ve grown up mum! And I think you, need to do, too!” Luke unlocked the door,
“How dare you!”
“What?”
“What? What? I’ll tell you what!”
“What, what, what, what… what!” Luke screamed again,
“Bla, ble, ble, bla, ble, bla, bla, bla!” and the rest is quite boring. While Luke and his mum were blubbering on Charlie pushed the cage open and skipped off. He jumped onto the chair where Olivia usually sits.
“Come on, let’s tuck in Olivia!” Simon said turning around to see Charlie, in his wife’s seat.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Simon screeched, like a little girl.
“Oh what’s wrong now?” Olivia huffed.
“Olivia! Your all fluffy and, and, fluffy!” he shouted. Now Simon was dumb, no not dumb, really, really, extra dumb! He thought that Olivia had turned into a dog, when really she was just behind him.
“What!” she shouted looking down at him.
“But! What? But I thought…” he said, looking back and forwards, at Charlie and Olivia.
“You dummy!” she moaned, walking off and then came back and tucked into her dinner.
“Get off you dumb MUTT!” Simon shouted,
“Dumb MUTT… look who’s talking!” Charlie growled. After they had all had dinner, everyone went into the front room and watched TV. This was Charlie’s chance to make his move on the… Chicken! He sneaked out of his doggy bed and clambered onto one of the chairs.
“Yummy roast CHICKEN.” Charlie whispered. He dragged the remains into Luke’s bedroom and munched into the Chicken. When Simon finally got up from the sofa to get seconds… that’s when he looked.
“Where’s the chicken gone?” he moaned,
“You ate it all dad!” Luke shouted, laughing.
“No I did not! It was probably that MUTT!” Next thing Charlie knew, he heard big footsteps coming towards Luke’s bedroom!
“MUTT! Where are you?” Simon blurted, Charlie quickly grabbed the rest of the chicken and poked his head out the door. Simon turned around to see Charlie, with his chicken in Charlie’s mouth.
“MUTT! Come here now!” Simon shouted.
“Ruff!” Charlie went and ran out the cat flap. Simon ran out the door and saw Charlie heading for Olivia’s flower beds. By this time Charlie had ate all the yummy bits off the Chicken and left the fatty bits for Simon. He rolled over in the muddy flower beds squishing some of the flowers… but not all of them; he wouldn’t do that to Olivia. Olivia loves her flower beds and that played a very important part in Charlie’s devious plan! He put the Chicken down and woofed.
“MUTT! Give me my CHICKEN!” and there is only one person who would talk to Charlie like that. Simon ran to the flower bed, jumped in the air and landed belly first on the chicken… squishing it into the ground. Charlie ran inside and cleaned him self up. He jumped on to the window sill and looked out at Simon. He turned over first, then started to look for his chicken.
“MUTT! Where have you put my chicken?” he bellowed,
“I haven’t got it dummy!” Charlie screamed, rolling his eyes, “These Human things… have no sense!” Simon carried on rolling around Olivia’s flower bed, which by now… was just a square of dirt with a couple of squished flowers pocking up. Olivia walked over to the back door and opened it,
“SIMON! Get out of my flower beds!” she bellowed,
“But! But! It was that MUTT.” He groaned, hanging his head in shame, like a little child that has just been told off. Charlie growled.
“Likely story!” Luke shouted from behind his mother.
“He just doesn’t learn.” Charlie woofed, feeling quite proud of himself, “You’re still the MUTT Simon, your still the MUTT!” he woofed, licking his lips!
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Monday 2 March 2009
"Food" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Food
I don’t like food… especially if it’s healthy. I like Chocolate and sweets, but I do not like Apples, Carrots, Oranges, Pears, Tomatoes, Leaks, Potatoes, Runner Beans, Peas, Cheese and Lettuce. Those sort of things! Just think of it… YUCK! Who would want to eat that sort of stuff. It makes me swell up and go all green and spotty, (just like the food!) but the worst bit is when I smell it!
When I was a child… I got my head stuck in a bowl of peas, don’t ask me how… it’s a long story. It stank, I had to have my head in there for three hours! That was how long it took to get in the door of the doctors, then I had to wait another hour to actually see the doctor. Several other children were like me… one had a bright purple bucket on her head, (you couldn’t miss her!). Another had an old rusty saucepan stuck on his head, he kept bumping into people. After I got the bowl off my head, I did not want to smell such an awful, cruel and vial smell again!
“Oh please darling, just try something?” my mother moaned,
“Noooooooo!” I shouted, “I don’t like food! It’s yucky and stinks like old socks!”
“Oh please, just a bit! Just a little, little piece of fruit?” my mum begged.
“Oh stop being so stupid mum!!! Grow up!” I screamed as a ran out of the room in a strop. Just as I ran out the room I saw my mum standing still looking at the wall and a tear running down her face. A tear of true guilt ran through my head. I felt bad but still I just walked on and left my poor mother there, all alone crying.
“Mum?” I asked later on, poking my head into the kitchen. She had a big black bag and was throwing food from the fridge and the cupboard… but, it wasn’t any food it was all the chocolate and sweets. The food I love! “MUM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I screamed. “Stop it! Stop!” I shouted.
“No, I will not!” she shouted… “All your life all you have ate is junk food. Well now… I am sick of it, for the first time in your life you will eat...something...healthy!” My mother shouted grabbing me and holding me tight.
I took a couple of steps back, I was scared… mum had never shouted at me before, I get away with everything… but now I’m not going to! I was in big trouble, all because of food. I had to start eating healthy stuff, all the stuff I hate.
That night at the diner table, mum placed a big plate of food in front of me. It had on it carrots, lettuce, apples and… peas!
“Ehh!” I shouted, “I’m not eating that!” My mother looked at me and frowned,“You will! Or you will go to bed with nothing, at all to eat!” Then my mum left the room.
“Yes, I will mum.” I muttered. I didn’t like my mum how she was now, it was like someone had hypnotised her… it was like it wasn’t her. I took another disgusted look at my plate.
'Yucky! Where’s the chicken and the burgers and, and, and the, the fatty, lovely foods, that I love!' I thought to my self.
I went to push the plate away from me, but then I thought… this is not going to get better until I eat something healthy! This is not going to get better unless I stand up to my fears… conquer my worries… eat, peas!!! I gripped my fork in my hand and then scooped a fork full of vegetables and up into my mouth. My face dropped… they tasted disgusting! But then, with one mighty gulp, I swallowed down the vegetables.
Food
I don’t like food… especially if it’s healthy. I like Chocolate and sweets, but I do not like Apples, Carrots, Oranges, Pears, Tomatoes, Leaks, Potatoes, Runner Beans, Peas, Cheese and Lettuce. Those sort of things! Just think of it… YUCK! Who would want to eat that sort of stuff. It makes me swell up and go all green and spotty, (just like the food!) but the worst bit is when I smell it!
When I was a child… I got my head stuck in a bowl of peas, don’t ask me how… it’s a long story. It stank, I had to have my head in there for three hours! That was how long it took to get in the door of the doctors, then I had to wait another hour to actually see the doctor. Several other children were like me… one had a bright purple bucket on her head, (you couldn’t miss her!). Another had an old rusty saucepan stuck on his head, he kept bumping into people. After I got the bowl off my head, I did not want to smell such an awful, cruel and vial smell again!
“Oh please darling, just try something?” my mother moaned,
“Noooooooo!” I shouted, “I don’t like food! It’s yucky and stinks like old socks!”
“Oh please, just a bit! Just a little, little piece of fruit?” my mum begged.
“Oh stop being so stupid mum!!! Grow up!” I screamed as a ran out of the room in a strop. Just as I ran out the room I saw my mum standing still looking at the wall and a tear running down her face. A tear of true guilt ran through my head. I felt bad but still I just walked on and left my poor mother there, all alone crying.
“Mum?” I asked later on, poking my head into the kitchen. She had a big black bag and was throwing food from the fridge and the cupboard… but, it wasn’t any food it was all the chocolate and sweets. The food I love! “MUM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” I screamed. “Stop it! Stop!” I shouted.
“No, I will not!” she shouted… “All your life all you have ate is junk food. Well now… I am sick of it, for the first time in your life you will eat...something...healthy!” My mother shouted grabbing me and holding me tight.
I took a couple of steps back, I was scared… mum had never shouted at me before, I get away with everything… but now I’m not going to! I was in big trouble, all because of food. I had to start eating healthy stuff, all the stuff I hate.
That night at the diner table, mum placed a big plate of food in front of me. It had on it carrots, lettuce, apples and… peas!
“Ehh!” I shouted, “I’m not eating that!” My mother looked at me and frowned,“You will! Or you will go to bed with nothing, at all to eat!” Then my mum left the room.
“Yes, I will mum.” I muttered. I didn’t like my mum how she was now, it was like someone had hypnotised her… it was like it wasn’t her. I took another disgusted look at my plate.
'Yucky! Where’s the chicken and the burgers and, and, and the, the fatty, lovely foods, that I love!' I thought to my self.
I went to push the plate away from me, but then I thought… this is not going to get better until I eat something healthy! This is not going to get better unless I stand up to my fears… conquer my worries… eat, peas!!! I gripped my fork in my hand and then scooped a fork full of vegetables and up into my mouth. My face dropped… they tasted disgusting! But then, with one mighty gulp, I swallowed down the vegetables.
By Jade M Age 10 Class 3
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"Who's the MUTT?" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Who’s the MUTT?
Luke, was an ordinary boy… but, Charlie his dog was not an ordinary dog, he was very, very, very clever.
One day, when Luke was at school, his dad with sitting on the sofa eating a leg of chicken. Charlie came and sat down next to Luke’s dad’s feet, (who was called Simon). He licked his lips several times then started to dribble as he gazed at the chicken leg, (that to him was starting to glow and get bigger and bigger) although the chicken was bigger then him, he wanted it!
“Ruff, ruff!” he barked,
“Shush MUTT!” Simon shouted, “I can’t hear the footy!”
“When has the footy been better then giving an old, poor, HUNGRY, dog some CHICKEN!” Charlie woofed. He was not getting his point clear, but Charlie was clever and new exactly what to do. He went and sat next to the back door and woofed as loud as he could.
“Oh what now MUTT?” Simon shouted in a more angry voice, “Oh you want to go to the toilet… then go and use the bathroom!” he boomed!
“WOOOOOF!” Charlie screeched.
Eventually Simon came and let him out… only then to notice that he could of got out the cat flap! But… as Charlie slowly stepped out the door, he ran back in and with one mighty shove he pushed Simon out the door and shut it behind him, (it was one of those “shut it and it locks doors”).
“LET ME OUT MUTT!” Simon shouted, “I’m going to miss the FOOTY” he blurted out again, sticking his fat big head through the cat flap.
Charlie grinned and then skipped off to the find the chicken. But he hit a hitch… the table was three times bigger then him, as Charlie was a Chihuahua and quite small! But Charlie did not come all this way for nothing, he did not walk to the backdoor and back for nothing… he done this for chicken and chicken he was going to get! He grabbed all the pillows from his special doggy bed and stacked them in a tall pile. He carefully climbed to the top and jumped on to the table. He glanced out of the window and saw Charlie walking up to the house! He very quickly grabbed the chicken leg and jumped onto the pile of pillows, bursting several of them and covering the sofa’s with shining white feathers, he ran out of the room… passing Simon on the way, he did not look happy!
As he ran into Luke’s bedroom he heard Luke rattling through keys trying to find the one to the front door. Charlie laid down under Luke’s bed and tucked into his well earned chicken leg. When Luke walked in, he saw his fathers head sticking trough the cat flap,
“LUKE! Help me Luke, it was that MUTT of yours!” Luke froze,
“What… Charlie?” he asked his father looking really confused, “But, but you are five times bigger then him!” “Not to mention six times fatter.” Luke whispered
“Oh just help me Luke!” Simon screamed.
“Charlie, Charlie come boy. Luke called. By that time Charlie had ate his chicken and
hidden the evidence. Charlie skipped down to Luke and put on a… sad face!
“Hi boy!” Luke said to his beloved dog bending down to pat him,
“Hello… MUTT!” Simon shouted. Charlie opened his mouth as if to say… FEED ME! Luke walked into the kitchen obliviously leaving his father.
“Here boy,” Luke said as he put a bowl of dog food in front of Charlie and then a bone for afters.
Then a, “Ohhhhhhhh!” came from the back door and then a,“Meow!”
Luke looked out of the window, to see the cat perched on his fathers bottom, digging it’s claws into it!
“Ah, a three course meal.” Charlie said as he tucked into his second course of the day, “Who’s the MUTT now?”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Who’s the MUTT?
Luke, was an ordinary boy… but, Charlie his dog was not an ordinary dog, he was very, very, very clever.
One day, when Luke was at school, his dad with sitting on the sofa eating a leg of chicken. Charlie came and sat down next to Luke’s dad’s feet, (who was called Simon). He licked his lips several times then started to dribble as he gazed at the chicken leg, (that to him was starting to glow and get bigger and bigger) although the chicken was bigger then him, he wanted it!
“Ruff, ruff!” he barked,
“Shush MUTT!” Simon shouted, “I can’t hear the footy!”
“When has the footy been better then giving an old, poor, HUNGRY, dog some CHICKEN!” Charlie woofed. He was not getting his point clear, but Charlie was clever and new exactly what to do. He went and sat next to the back door and woofed as loud as he could.
“Oh what now MUTT?” Simon shouted in a more angry voice, “Oh you want to go to the toilet… then go and use the bathroom!” he boomed!
“WOOOOOF!” Charlie screeched.
Eventually Simon came and let him out… only then to notice that he could of got out the cat flap! But… as Charlie slowly stepped out the door, he ran back in and with one mighty shove he pushed Simon out the door and shut it behind him, (it was one of those “shut it and it locks doors”).
“LET ME OUT MUTT!” Simon shouted, “I’m going to miss the FOOTY” he blurted out again, sticking his fat big head through the cat flap.
Charlie grinned and then skipped off to the find the chicken. But he hit a hitch… the table was three times bigger then him, as Charlie was a Chihuahua and quite small! But Charlie did not come all this way for nothing, he did not walk to the backdoor and back for nothing… he done this for chicken and chicken he was going to get! He grabbed all the pillows from his special doggy bed and stacked them in a tall pile. He carefully climbed to the top and jumped on to the table. He glanced out of the window and saw Charlie walking up to the house! He very quickly grabbed the chicken leg and jumped onto the pile of pillows, bursting several of them and covering the sofa’s with shining white feathers, he ran out of the room… passing Simon on the way, he did not look happy!
As he ran into Luke’s bedroom he heard Luke rattling through keys trying to find the one to the front door. Charlie laid down under Luke’s bed and tucked into his well earned chicken leg. When Luke walked in, he saw his fathers head sticking trough the cat flap,
“LUKE! Help me Luke, it was that MUTT of yours!” Luke froze,
“What… Charlie?” he asked his father looking really confused, “But, but you are five times bigger then him!” “Not to mention six times fatter.” Luke whispered
“Oh just help me Luke!” Simon screamed.
“Charlie, Charlie come boy. Luke called. By that time Charlie had ate his chicken and
hidden the evidence. Charlie skipped down to Luke and put on a… sad face!
“Hi boy!” Luke said to his beloved dog bending down to pat him,
“Hello… MUTT!” Simon shouted. Charlie opened his mouth as if to say… FEED ME! Luke walked into the kitchen obliviously leaving his father.
“Here boy,” Luke said as he put a bowl of dog food in front of Charlie and then a bone for afters.
Then a, “Ohhhhhhhh!” came from the back door and then a,“Meow!”
Luke looked out of the window, to see the cat perched on his fathers bottom, digging it’s claws into it!
“Ah, a three course meal.” Charlie said as he tucked into his second course of the day, “Who’s the MUTT now?”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Wednesday 11 February 2009
"Pixie Platform" By Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Pixie Platform
In London, there was an abandoned Platform called Pixie Platform. It was never called Pixie Platform, it’s just that everyone calls it now, after it happened after the Pixies came.
Well it was a long time ago when the platform was actually called Platform number one… the only platform there. It was a very busy platform, never shut, so ever opened. It only had three train’s coming in and out everyday, that was why it was so busy because everyone had to wait so long to get a train and it was the closest railway station in miles for most of the people.
Anyway, back to the story… it must have been Platform one’s busiest day in years, but suddenly everything started to shake and an awful screech came from the dark tunnel and as one of the three trains came out of the tunnel and came to a holt. As the door of the train opened it was awfully quiet and the people in the station did not like it at all. A man poked his head in the door and looked around, nobody was there… then a huge, ugly, vial beast came out of the train and stretched out it’s big black wings. A man standing at the back wearing a long black cloak covering his face. He wiped the cloak off uncovering a big cross bow!
“What are they?” I asked the strange man,
“They're Harpy’s!” he shouted and then shot an arrow right at the Harpy.
As I turned around I saw the huge beast coming towards me and the man. It picked me up in its claws and threw me on top of the train and I got knocked out. When I woke up the man said to me, “Wake up! Come on wake up, we have to get out of here fast! The Harpy might come back with reinforcements!”
I got up and looked around, I couldn’t see my parents, all I saw were around 20 people standing below me whispering.
“Where are my parents?” I asked,
“I don’t know little girl, the power went off when you where asleep and when the power came back on, lots of the people had gone, including your parents, now come down from there.” the man said.
I got up, I felt really dicey… the man jumped down and then told me to jump to him so I did. Then he took me to a woman called Mrs Nedia, she said I could call her Anita. She asked me what my name was and how old I was, I told her, “My name is Katharine Blin and I am five years old and I want my mum and dad!” I screamed.
Anita cuddled me and said that everything would be ok, I wanted to believe her but I know she was lying! Once we all got out, the police shut the Station Down, they boarded it up and put a tall wire fence around it so nobody would go back in. I went home with Anita, but a week later my Aunt Hannah came to take me home with her.
You are probable thinking why it is called Pixie Platform and I haven’t even mentioned pixies yet! Well when the Harpys came back they had a surprise. The Pixies, (which where very cheeky and noisy) had moved in before they could! Thousands of them, all lined up and ready to throw rotten fruit and vegetables at the Harpy’s, although the fruit and veg was bigger then them they where still scary. They had their little grinning faces on and their sharp nails that could easily cut someones skin. The Harpys retreated and never came back… everyone thinks that the pixies are still there, but nobody knows because nobody has been in there for years.
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Pixie Platform
In London, there was an abandoned Platform called Pixie Platform. It was never called Pixie Platform, it’s just that everyone calls it now, after it happened after the Pixies came.
Well it was a long time ago when the platform was actually called Platform number one… the only platform there. It was a very busy platform, never shut, so ever opened. It only had three train’s coming in and out everyday, that was why it was so busy because everyone had to wait so long to get a train and it was the closest railway station in miles for most of the people.
Anyway, back to the story… it must have been Platform one’s busiest day in years, but suddenly everything started to shake and an awful screech came from the dark tunnel and as one of the three trains came out of the tunnel and came to a holt. As the door of the train opened it was awfully quiet and the people in the station did not like it at all. A man poked his head in the door and looked around, nobody was there… then a huge, ugly, vial beast came out of the train and stretched out it’s big black wings. A man standing at the back wearing a long black cloak covering his face. He wiped the cloak off uncovering a big cross bow!
“What are they?” I asked the strange man,
“They're Harpy’s!” he shouted and then shot an arrow right at the Harpy.
As I turned around I saw the huge beast coming towards me and the man. It picked me up in its claws and threw me on top of the train and I got knocked out. When I woke up the man said to me, “Wake up! Come on wake up, we have to get out of here fast! The Harpy might come back with reinforcements!”
I got up and looked around, I couldn’t see my parents, all I saw were around 20 people standing below me whispering.
“Where are my parents?” I asked,
“I don’t know little girl, the power went off when you where asleep and when the power came back on, lots of the people had gone, including your parents, now come down from there.” the man said.
I got up, I felt really dicey… the man jumped down and then told me to jump to him so I did. Then he took me to a woman called Mrs Nedia, she said I could call her Anita. She asked me what my name was and how old I was, I told her, “My name is Katharine Blin and I am five years old and I want my mum and dad!” I screamed.
Anita cuddled me and said that everything would be ok, I wanted to believe her but I know she was lying! Once we all got out, the police shut the Station Down, they boarded it up and put a tall wire fence around it so nobody would go back in. I went home with Anita, but a week later my Aunt Hannah came to take me home with her.
You are probable thinking why it is called Pixie Platform and I haven’t even mentioned pixies yet! Well when the Harpys came back they had a surprise. The Pixies, (which where very cheeky and noisy) had moved in before they could! Thousands of them, all lined up and ready to throw rotten fruit and vegetables at the Harpy’s, although the fruit and veg was bigger then them they where still scary. They had their little grinning faces on and their sharp nails that could easily cut someones skin. The Harpys retreated and never came back… everyone thinks that the pixies are still there, but nobody knows because nobody has been in there for years.
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Wednesday 4 February 2009
"There's No Such thing As Magic" By Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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There’s No Such Thing as Magic
Brandon, age nine, was a spoilt little boy.
“Mum!!!” he screamed. “Come here and turn the TV down for me!” “My hand hurts to much to do it!”
“But Brandon, you never turn it down by yourself, let alone turn it off and on!” his mum shouted at him, waving her duster in the air.
“Muuum!!!” “Turn the TV DOWN!!!” he shouted at his loudest.
“I don’t know why you want it turned down anyway, you can’t hear it over you!” she shouted, grabbing the remote control and putting it on mute. “If your not careful… the magic wizard will come and get yeah!” Brandon’s mum said putting the remote control back on the table.
“There’s no such thing as magic!” Brandon said, “Don’t you know anything Mum?”
“More then your ever know, young man.” She whispered as she walked out the room, “No such thing as magic, ha!”
That night, when Brandon was asleep the wind started to blow and one of the windows opened in Brandon’s bedroom and a little part of glitter dived into Brandon’s toy box. But suddenly a little toy solider jumped out of the box and walked over to Brandon’s bed and soon lots of little toys started to walk out of the box and gathered round the bed.
“Why are we here?” said a little old toy duck that I say, was rather battered from being thrown down the stairs by Brandon when he was younger.
“I am not that sure,” a little cuddly snake hissed at the duck.
“Come on, lets get lifting!” one of the soldiers said smiling, then picked up a corner of the bed.
“Umm, ok then.” an armadillo said, lifting up another corner of the bed.
Soon all the toys where lifting up the bed and it was starting to lift itself, soon it was off the ground and flying up and up all by it’s self. Soon it reached the window!!!
“Phew…” said a tiny wind up mouse. “Brandon’s really heavy!”
The bed flew out the window and disappeared into the fog…
“Mummy!!!” Brandon shouted when he woke up to see an old man with long white hair and a long white beard.
“Oh yes Brandon, your mother has told you about, me,” the strange man said.
“Are, are, you the magic Wizard?” Brandon asked, blinking several times.
“Yes, no such thing as magic, ha!” The magic wizard shouted and bashed his long bent stick onto the floor and Brandon disappeared into fine air! Just at the same minute, Brandon’s mum, who was laying in bed jumped up and shouted out, “THERES NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
There’s No Such Thing as Magic
Brandon, age nine, was a spoilt little boy.
“Mum!!!” he screamed. “Come here and turn the TV down for me!” “My hand hurts to much to do it!”
“But Brandon, you never turn it down by yourself, let alone turn it off and on!” his mum shouted at him, waving her duster in the air.
“Muuum!!!” “Turn the TV DOWN!!!” he shouted at his loudest.
“I don’t know why you want it turned down anyway, you can’t hear it over you!” she shouted, grabbing the remote control and putting it on mute. “If your not careful… the magic wizard will come and get yeah!” Brandon’s mum said putting the remote control back on the table.
“There’s no such thing as magic!” Brandon said, “Don’t you know anything Mum?”
“More then your ever know, young man.” She whispered as she walked out the room, “No such thing as magic, ha!”
That night, when Brandon was asleep the wind started to blow and one of the windows opened in Brandon’s bedroom and a little part of glitter dived into Brandon’s toy box. But suddenly a little toy solider jumped out of the box and walked over to Brandon’s bed and soon lots of little toys started to walk out of the box and gathered round the bed.
“Why are we here?” said a little old toy duck that I say, was rather battered from being thrown down the stairs by Brandon when he was younger.
“I am not that sure,” a little cuddly snake hissed at the duck.
“Come on, lets get lifting!” one of the soldiers said smiling, then picked up a corner of the bed.
“Umm, ok then.” an armadillo said, lifting up another corner of the bed.
Soon all the toys where lifting up the bed and it was starting to lift itself, soon it was off the ground and flying up and up all by it’s self. Soon it reached the window!!!
“Phew…” said a tiny wind up mouse. “Brandon’s really heavy!”
The bed flew out the window and disappeared into the fog…
“Mummy!!!” Brandon shouted when he woke up to see an old man with long white hair and a long white beard.
“Oh yes Brandon, your mother has told you about, me,” the strange man said.
“Are, are, you the magic Wizard?” Brandon asked, blinking several times.
“Yes, no such thing as magic, ha!” The magic wizard shouted and bashed his long bent stick onto the floor and Brandon disappeared into fine air! Just at the same minute, Brandon’s mum, who was laying in bed jumped up and shouted out, “THERES NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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"I'll Deal With You" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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I’ll Deal With You
“Neenor, neenor!” Went the sirens on the TV.
“Wow, get those criminals!” said Bobby. “Smash ‘hem, thrash ‘hem, kill ‘hem!!!” he shouted again spitting all over the TV,
“Excuse me darling, did you say something?” asked Bobby’s Nan, who was in the next room. She was also quite deaf.
“Oh, just some opera on TV, Nanny!” he shouted trying not to laugh,
“Sing away darling, sing away. La, la, la la, la, laaaaaaaaaaa!” Nan screeched.
“Ouch, that sounds worst then Grate Aunt Mabyn’s singing.
“Pardon?” she asked again.
“Didn’t say a thing Nan!” he shouted bursting into laughter.
“You are naughty Bobby!” a voice said and then the magic wizard appeared! He slowly banged his long bent stick onto the ground and said,
“I will deal with you, how I dealt with Brandon!”
“Nooo!” Bobby shouted and he was gone!
“Did you say something darling” Nan shouted.
“Nothing, you won’t hear from me again!” the Wizard shouted and then went in a puff of smoke.
Noone knows where the magic wizard keeps all the naughty children, some say he sent them away to a magic cave in the middle of a blizzard.. that never stoppe!
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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I’ll Deal With You
“Neenor, neenor!” Went the sirens on the TV.
“Wow, get those criminals!” said Bobby. “Smash ‘hem, thrash ‘hem, kill ‘hem!!!” he shouted again spitting all over the TV,
“Excuse me darling, did you say something?” asked Bobby’s Nan, who was in the next room. She was also quite deaf.
“Oh, just some opera on TV, Nanny!” he shouted trying not to laugh,
“Sing away darling, sing away. La, la, la la, la, laaaaaaaaaaa!” Nan screeched.
“Ouch, that sounds worst then Grate Aunt Mabyn’s singing.
“Pardon?” she asked again.
“Didn’t say a thing Nan!” he shouted bursting into laughter.
“You are naughty Bobby!” a voice said and then the magic wizard appeared! He slowly banged his long bent stick onto the ground and said,
“I will deal with you, how I dealt with Brandon!”
“Nooo!” Bobby shouted and he was gone!
“Did you say something darling” Nan shouted.
“Nothing, you won’t hear from me again!” the Wizard shouted and then went in a puff of smoke.
Noone knows where the magic wizard keeps all the naughty children, some say he sent them away to a magic cave in the middle of a blizzard.. that never stoppe!
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Tuesday 3 February 2009
"It's Secret" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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It’s Secret
I walk into my secret, magical, watery world and dive into the wide open ocean.
I run my fingers along the smooth sea bed, all I can hear is the sweet murmurs of magical Mermaids and the calls of stripy Zebra Seals talking to each over through the water.
But what is this? A sort of figure coming towards me, getting closer and closer! It is another person in my secret, magical, watery, world. I blink a couple of time just to make sure I am not dreaming, but I am definitely not dreaming! No one is allowed in my secret, magical, watery, world… and never should be.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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It’s Secret
I walk into my secret, magical, watery world and dive into the wide open ocean.
I run my fingers along the smooth sea bed, all I can hear is the sweet murmurs of magical Mermaids and the calls of stripy Zebra Seals talking to each over through the water.
But what is this? A sort of figure coming towards me, getting closer and closer! It is another person in my secret, magical, watery, world. I blink a couple of time just to make sure I am not dreaming, but I am definitely not dreaming! No one is allowed in my secret, magical, watery, world… and never should be.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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"Sand of the Desert" by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Sand of the Desert
Bethany, who was 11 years old, was on her way to Somalia for a holiday with her Mum. They where just flying over Egypt when… everything started to shake and they slowly started to go down and down. People started to scream and then somebody shouted out, “Were going to crash!!!”
Then everyone started to panic, the lady came out of the cabin and said to everyone, “Please just remain in your seats, nothing is going to happen, please… do not panic!” but Bethany’s Mum shouted out…
“Well of course were going to panic… were gong to craaaaaaash!!!”
“Mum I’m scared.” Bethany whispered to her mum holding onto her arm. Bethany looked out the window, they where getting nearer and nearer to a big empty desert!!! Then it happened they hit the ground and rolled over several times.
But then everything went still it was so quiet, but then a lady shouted out…
“Ahhh, he’s bleeding, my husband is bleeding!”
“Please be quiet, he’s just cut his leg.” A man said, as if he knew what he was doing.
“Is everybody ok?” the cabin lady asked. Everyone nodded, then one lady got up out of her seat and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t… it would not open. She kicked it and shouted, “Ahh… how are we post to get out of here!” The cabin lady walked up to her and said, “If you want to go out, you will have to use the emergency exit at the rear or the plane.” The lady opened up the door and looked outside, there was nothing, just lots and lots of sand.
“Were lost in a Desert.” Bethany said and looked outside, then frowned. They had no food and not water and everybody was hungry, that night everyone slept in the plane, but Bethany heard a noise outside so she went to see what it was. She poked her head around the open door and saw four men on camels walking past, “Hchew!” went Bethany. One of the men turned around and drew out a small dagger from his pocket and asked,
“What is your name?”
“B, B, Beth, Betha, Bethany,” She said jittering, “Bu, but yo, you can ca, call me Be, Beth f, for sho, short.”
“Well… B, B, Beth, Betha, Bethany, do your people mean harm?” the strange man asked, slowly putting away his dagger.
“Well, I don’t think so.” Bethany said laughing,
“Here,” the man said, giving Bethany two bottles of water, “You won’t be seeing some of this till a long time!” and then they all disappeared!!!
Bethany tipped some water into her mouth, knowing she wouldn’t be having some more until she was home, if she ever got home and then put the other bottle into her mum’s handbag.
The next morning when Bethany woke up she heard people shouting and saying,
“I wonder what it is?” she rubbed her eyes and looked outside. There was a massive hump of sand outside the plane,
“It must be around five feet tall!” a man said,
“Umm, more then that, seven or even eight feet!” another man said pulling down his cap, that particular man never took off his cap, he was always pulling it down over his face and huffing and puffing away.
Suddenly the wind blew and all the sand blew away, uncovering a small yellow pebble that didn’t shimmer or shine just sat there very dirty and looking pretty old and stupid. The man in the cap picked it up and threw it, it hit Bethany on the head.
“Owww!!!” she shouted, “That hurt.” She picked the pebble up and put it in her pocket.
An hour or so later the pebble started to shine and suddenly she was sitting on her couch, back in London.
“What!” she shouted,
“What’s wrong, darling?” Bethany’s mum asked.
“We, we were going on holiday and we crashed and, and…”
“Bethany, you must have been dreaming or something.”
“But I wasn’t.” Bethany whispered as her mum walked out of the room, “But I wasn’t!”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
Sand of the Desert
Bethany, who was 11 years old, was on her way to Somalia for a holiday with her Mum. They where just flying over Egypt when… everything started to shake and they slowly started to go down and down. People started to scream and then somebody shouted out, “Were going to crash!!!”
Then everyone started to panic, the lady came out of the cabin and said to everyone, “Please just remain in your seats, nothing is going to happen, please… do not panic!” but Bethany’s Mum shouted out…
“Well of course were going to panic… were gong to craaaaaaash!!!”
“Mum I’m scared.” Bethany whispered to her mum holding onto her arm. Bethany looked out the window, they where getting nearer and nearer to a big empty desert!!! Then it happened they hit the ground and rolled over several times.
But then everything went still it was so quiet, but then a lady shouted out…
“Ahhh, he’s bleeding, my husband is bleeding!”
“Please be quiet, he’s just cut his leg.” A man said, as if he knew what he was doing.
“Is everybody ok?” the cabin lady asked. Everyone nodded, then one lady got up out of her seat and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t… it would not open. She kicked it and shouted, “Ahh… how are we post to get out of here!” The cabin lady walked up to her and said, “If you want to go out, you will have to use the emergency exit at the rear or the plane.” The lady opened up the door and looked outside, there was nothing, just lots and lots of sand.
“Were lost in a Desert.” Bethany said and looked outside, then frowned. They had no food and not water and everybody was hungry, that night everyone slept in the plane, but Bethany heard a noise outside so she went to see what it was. She poked her head around the open door and saw four men on camels walking past, “Hchew!” went Bethany. One of the men turned around and drew out a small dagger from his pocket and asked,
“What is your name?”
“B, B, Beth, Betha, Bethany,” She said jittering, “Bu, but yo, you can ca, call me Be, Beth f, for sho, short.”
“Well… B, B, Beth, Betha, Bethany, do your people mean harm?” the strange man asked, slowly putting away his dagger.
“Well, I don’t think so.” Bethany said laughing,
“Here,” the man said, giving Bethany two bottles of water, “You won’t be seeing some of this till a long time!” and then they all disappeared!!!
Bethany tipped some water into her mouth, knowing she wouldn’t be having some more until she was home, if she ever got home and then put the other bottle into her mum’s handbag.
The next morning when Bethany woke up she heard people shouting and saying,
“I wonder what it is?” she rubbed her eyes and looked outside. There was a massive hump of sand outside the plane,
“It must be around five feet tall!” a man said,
“Umm, more then that, seven or even eight feet!” another man said pulling down his cap, that particular man never took off his cap, he was always pulling it down over his face and huffing and puffing away.
Suddenly the wind blew and all the sand blew away, uncovering a small yellow pebble that didn’t shimmer or shine just sat there very dirty and looking pretty old and stupid. The man in the cap picked it up and threw it, it hit Bethany on the head.
“Owww!!!” she shouted, “That hurt.” She picked the pebble up and put it in her pocket.
An hour or so later the pebble started to shine and suddenly she was sitting on her couch, back in London.
“What!” she shouted,
“What’s wrong, darling?” Bethany’s mum asked.
“We, we were going on holiday and we crashed and, and…”
“Bethany, you must have been dreaming or something.”
“But I wasn’t.” Bethany whispered as her mum walked out of the room, “But I wasn’t!”
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Thursday 27 November 2008
"Merlin's Secret Grotto" By Meg S, Age 9, Class 3
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Merlin’s Secret Grotto
All was silent. Merlin, the powerful Sorcerer slowly poured his magical Moon dust into his cauldron and gently began to stir. As he carried on stirring he noticed he was being watched by Prince Arthur. Merlin felt worried, because if Arthur told the King he would KILL HIM! The King hates magic and kills sorcerers and sorceresses who use magic.
Arthur listens to his father, because Arthur wants to become a great ruler.
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Merlin quickly took away the moon dust and cauldron and hid them behind a boulder. “Why are you spying on me” asked Merlin deeply.
“I’m not” said Arthur “I’m looking for some bits of rock.”
“What kind of rock?”
“Oh, you know…..ummm….some bits of boulder.”
“Why do you need some bits of boulder?”
“Dad said I could camp outside the palace tonight, because it’s my Birthday in two weeks time. I need it to make a fire.”
“Well why don’t you camp in two weeks time then!”
“Because two of the knights are having a huge battle that night!… Oh look there’s a boulder that will do perfectly!”
So Arthur ran excitedly towards the boulder standing next to Merlin. OH NO!!!! That was the boulder Merlin used to hide his cauldron and moon dust! What would happen if Arthur told the King?! Merlin could be executed!
“MERLIN!” shouted Arthur unexpectedly and angrily as he saw the cauldron and moon dust. “You’re a sorcerer, I have known you all my life and still you have never told me! You practice magic, I’m going to tell dad and he is going to put your fat little head on the chopping block!”
The next morning (Arthur was right) Merlin’s head was ready to be placed on the chopping block. But Arthur really wished he hadn’t told the King about Merlin’s powers. He loved Merlin like a grandfather. Merlin had known him ever since his birth. It was fifteen minutes till the execution, That means fifteen minutes to think of a plan to stop Merlin from being killed. After five minutes of thinking he finally got a plan into his head! So Arthur ran to the king and told him what he thought. The King thought it was spectacular! He told the guards not to bother with the execution and told them Arthur’s idea. So the guards helped and made Merlin his very own secret grotto so he could do his magic! On one condition. He only does magic in the grotto.
By Meg S
Age 9
Class 3
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Merlin’s Secret Grotto
All was silent. Merlin, the powerful Sorcerer slowly poured his magical Moon dust into his cauldron and gently began to stir. As he carried on stirring he noticed he was being watched by Prince Arthur. Merlin felt worried, because if Arthur told the King he would KILL HIM! The King hates magic and kills sorcerers and sorceresses who use magic.
Arthur listens to his father, because Arthur wants to become a great ruler.
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Merlin quickly took away the moon dust and cauldron and hid them behind a boulder. “Why are you spying on me” asked Merlin deeply.
“I’m not” said Arthur “I’m looking for some bits of rock.”
“What kind of rock?”
“Oh, you know…..ummm….some bits of boulder.”
“Why do you need some bits of boulder?”
“Dad said I could camp outside the palace tonight, because it’s my Birthday in two weeks time. I need it to make a fire.”
“Well why don’t you camp in two weeks time then!”
“Because two of the knights are having a huge battle that night!… Oh look there’s a boulder that will do perfectly!”
So Arthur ran excitedly towards the boulder standing next to Merlin. OH NO!!!! That was the boulder Merlin used to hide his cauldron and moon dust! What would happen if Arthur told the King?! Merlin could be executed!
“MERLIN!” shouted Arthur unexpectedly and angrily as he saw the cauldron and moon dust. “You’re a sorcerer, I have known you all my life and still you have never told me! You practice magic, I’m going to tell dad and he is going to put your fat little head on the chopping block!”
The next morning (Arthur was right) Merlin’s head was ready to be placed on the chopping block. But Arthur really wished he hadn’t told the King about Merlin’s powers. He loved Merlin like a grandfather. Merlin had known him ever since his birth. It was fifteen minutes till the execution, That means fifteen minutes to think of a plan to stop Merlin from being killed. After five minutes of thinking he finally got a plan into his head! So Arthur ran to the king and told him what he thought. The King thought it was spectacular! He told the guards not to bother with the execution and told them Arthur’s idea. So the guards helped and made Merlin his very own secret grotto so he could do his magic! On one condition. He only does magic in the grotto.
By Meg S
Age 9
Class 3
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Friday 14 November 2008
'The Dragon Princess' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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The Dragon Princess
Once upon a time in a far away land, hidden away in the surroundings there was a small old ancient village. In the village there was a beautiful temple, called The Dragon Temple.
This is where the villagers came to worship their goddess The Dragon Princess and they also worshiped her dragon that they called… The Blue Scaled Dragon because legend has it, that it had magnificent sparkling blue scales.
One day in the Dragon Temple an old man that the village called The Dragon Man was in the temple praying, he worshiped the Dragon Princess and her Dragon day and night, he was very loyal. Suddenly children ran in screaming and shouting.
“Stop that at once!” the dragon man shouted.
“Why should we? The Dragon Princess is no use to us!” one of the children said putting her hands on her hips and looking very smug.
“What are your names? Children,”
“Well I’m Mark and that’s Tim and that girl there she’s Emmy,” one of the other children said pointing to his friends.
“Well Mark, Tim and Emmy would you like to hear the story of the Dragon Princess and her magnificent blue scaled dragon?” the old man asked.
“Yes please,” two of the children said.
“And you, Emmy?” the man asked smiling.
“I have better things to do, than listen to old fairy tales!” Emmy shouted.
“Just stay and listen for a bit,” the man said smiling. So the little girl sat down and started to tap her foot. “Let’s start then, once upon a time in this very village there lived a Dragon.”
“What the blue scaled dragon?” one of the boys asked.
“Yes it was the blue scaled dragon, so anyway the dragon lived in this temple but one night the dark spirits got into the temple and weaved itself inside the dragon's heart. That night at exactly midnight the villagers were woken by the dragon, the dragon was burning the villagers houses and huts, he crushed the shops and burnt the park. Then suddenly from the flames and smoke a black haired beautiful young girl walked through into the middle of the village and stopped. Then all was silent, no screaming, no shouting, no noise at all. The dragon looked up at the beautiful girl and the girl looked straight into its eyes. Everybody was silent, they just stood there looking back and forth at the dragon and the black haired girl. Then she stopped looking into the dragons eyes and looked around her, looked at all the villagers standing around her then shut her eyes and she disappeared… and she had took the blue scaled dragon with her. A couple of days later everything was back to normal. A little boy walked into the temple and screamed, his mother came running, “What is wrong?” she asked, but the little boy did not answer, he just looked straight ahead and stared with his mouth wide open. Slowly the mother looked up to see… a massive statue of the Dragon Princess and the Blue Scaled Dragon. “Oh my goodness!” the mother shouted. Everyone came running to see what was the matter. For a few minutes everyone was just silent and just stared at the massive statue. “What is it?” a man asked. “I think it is the dragon and the young black haired girl,” a women said. Then suddenly the black haired young girl appeared, beneath her feet she had brought gifts, wonderful gifts. She had brought, lots of different foods from all over the world, a most wonderful blanket with all the countries in the world and lots of golden statues of her and her dragon. She said, “Eat the food to keep you healthy, use the blanket to keep you warm and melt or keep the golden statues, so you are wealthy.
Ever since that day we have worshiped the Dragon Princess and the Blue Scaled Dragon, even now, every 100 years the Dragon Princess brings us the same beautiful presents.” The dragon man finished.
“Does that mean the Dragon Princess is still alive?” Emmy asked.
“Yes, they live somewhere in the mountains, where no one goes,” the dragon man said, “Now I think it is time for you to go.” The man said as he stood up. All the children got up and stretched their legs then walked off in separate directions back to their houses, when Emmy looked back at the temple she saw… the Dragon Princess and beneath her feet, well what do you think? The same wonderful presents. She looked away for only a couple of seconds and when she looked back she was gone!
The End
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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The Dragon Princess
Once upon a time in a far away land, hidden away in the surroundings there was a small old ancient village. In the village there was a beautiful temple, called The Dragon Temple.
This is where the villagers came to worship their goddess The Dragon Princess and they also worshiped her dragon that they called… The Blue Scaled Dragon because legend has it, that it had magnificent sparkling blue scales.
One day in the Dragon Temple an old man that the village called The Dragon Man was in the temple praying, he worshiped the Dragon Princess and her Dragon day and night, he was very loyal. Suddenly children ran in screaming and shouting.
“Stop that at once!” the dragon man shouted.
“Why should we? The Dragon Princess is no use to us!” one of the children said putting her hands on her hips and looking very smug.
“What are your names? Children,”
“Well I’m Mark and that’s Tim and that girl there she’s Emmy,” one of the other children said pointing to his friends.
“Well Mark, Tim and Emmy would you like to hear the story of the Dragon Princess and her magnificent blue scaled dragon?” the old man asked.
“Yes please,” two of the children said.
“And you, Emmy?” the man asked smiling.
“I have better things to do, than listen to old fairy tales!” Emmy shouted.
“Just stay and listen for a bit,” the man said smiling. So the little girl sat down and started to tap her foot. “Let’s start then, once upon a time in this very village there lived a Dragon.”
“What the blue scaled dragon?” one of the boys asked.
“Yes it was the blue scaled dragon, so anyway the dragon lived in this temple but one night the dark spirits got into the temple and weaved itself inside the dragon's heart. That night at exactly midnight the villagers were woken by the dragon, the dragon was burning the villagers houses and huts, he crushed the shops and burnt the park. Then suddenly from the flames and smoke a black haired beautiful young girl walked through into the middle of the village and stopped. Then all was silent, no screaming, no shouting, no noise at all. The dragon looked up at the beautiful girl and the girl looked straight into its eyes. Everybody was silent, they just stood there looking back and forth at the dragon and the black haired girl. Then she stopped looking into the dragons eyes and looked around her, looked at all the villagers standing around her then shut her eyes and she disappeared… and she had took the blue scaled dragon with her. A couple of days later everything was back to normal. A little boy walked into the temple and screamed, his mother came running, “What is wrong?” she asked, but the little boy did not answer, he just looked straight ahead and stared with his mouth wide open. Slowly the mother looked up to see… a massive statue of the Dragon Princess and the Blue Scaled Dragon. “Oh my goodness!” the mother shouted. Everyone came running to see what was the matter. For a few minutes everyone was just silent and just stared at the massive statue. “What is it?” a man asked. “I think it is the dragon and the young black haired girl,” a women said. Then suddenly the black haired young girl appeared, beneath her feet she had brought gifts, wonderful gifts. She had brought, lots of different foods from all over the world, a most wonderful blanket with all the countries in the world and lots of golden statues of her and her dragon. She said, “Eat the food to keep you healthy, use the blanket to keep you warm and melt or keep the golden statues, so you are wealthy.
Ever since that day we have worshiped the Dragon Princess and the Blue Scaled Dragon, even now, every 100 years the Dragon Princess brings us the same beautiful presents.” The dragon man finished.
“Does that mean the Dragon Princess is still alive?” Emmy asked.
“Yes, they live somewhere in the mountains, where no one goes,” the dragon man said, “Now I think it is time for you to go.” The man said as he stood up. All the children got up and stretched their legs then walked off in separate directions back to their houses, when Emmy looked back at the temple she saw… the Dragon Princess and beneath her feet, well what do you think? The same wonderful presents. She looked away for only a couple of seconds and when she looked back she was gone!
The End
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Tuesday 4 November 2008
'The Never Ending Nightmare' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
A belated scary story but it could also be classed as recounted family history as this is a dream that a member of Jade's family repeatedly had when young.
The Never Ending Night Mare.
One stormy and rainy night a little boy called Stephen was having a very restless night. He finally got to sleep but… he was having a nightmare! The nightmare went like this, he was with his Mum, Auntie and his three sisters and he was the only boy there because his dad left when he was two, so Stephen and the girls where walking down a subway when suddenly Stephen stopped moving! He was walking but not going any where, all the others where walking ahead and other girls were walking ahead but… he was not! Then he saw the reason why he was not walking ahead… there was a big sign saying, “GIRLS ONLY” in big bold letters “Come back! Come back Mum!” But his mum could not hear him, for nights and nights Stephen was stuck in that nightmare! And people say that he still is there, in that horribly nightmare!
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
The Never Ending Night Mare.
One stormy and rainy night a little boy called Stephen was having a very restless night. He finally got to sleep but… he was having a nightmare! The nightmare went like this, he was with his Mum, Auntie and his three sisters and he was the only boy there because his dad left when he was two, so Stephen and the girls where walking down a subway when suddenly Stephen stopped moving! He was walking but not going any where, all the others where walking ahead and other girls were walking ahead but… he was not! Then he saw the reason why he was not walking ahead… there was a big sign saying, “GIRLS ONLY” in big bold letters “Come back! Come back Mum!” But his mum could not hear him, for nights and nights Stephen was stuck in that nightmare! And people say that he still is there, in that horribly nightmare!
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
Saturday 1 November 2008
'The House' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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The House
In Dorset, at number 54, Elm Street there lived a little girl called Jane Mallarie. One day Jane was in her bedroom looking for her laptop when… the lights went off.
“Mum, why are the lights off?” Jane asked.
“Just a power cut Jane!” Her mum shouted.
When the lights came on Jane looked around, she was not in her bedroom she was in the hallway! But the hallway did not look normal, instead of purple carpets and bright orange walls, there was old wooden floor boards and dark green walls. “But how? what has happened to my house?” Jane said to herself. Well the thing is Jane’s house is very old, it was actually built in Victorian times! Suddenly she heard foot steps coming from around the corner, “Mum, Mum is that you?” Jane whispered.
“Oh Jane, there you are! Come on, come on we have chores to do.” It was a lady dressed in old fashion clothes. “Why are you wearing those clothes? They are awful!” the lady said as she gave her an orange frilly dress! “Go and put that on, then go and give Mr Philippe his morning paper. Come on get moving.” Jane walked off and went into the bathroom and put her dress on, when she came out she looked at the news paper, “1842!” Jane shouted as she read the date, she chucked the newspaper onto the table and ran to the third room on the left, her room! She opened the door to see… nothing! “There’s nothing here, just lots and lots of old Victorian books!” Jane shouted.
Then suddenly the door slammed shut, Jane ran over to the door and tried to open it, but it had been locked. “Hello! Hello is anyone there? I’m locked in, please open the door!” Jane cried. Suddenly the room started to get smaller and smaller till it was so small that she could hardly breath! But suddenly the room started to get bigger again till it was the size that it was before, then the door unlocked and flung open and there was a bright light, the light was so bright that it blinded Jane for a couple of seconds then the light disappeared and there standing in it’s place was the strange Victorian lady, “Come on get a move on, you have got to get home.” The lady said as she winked at her!
“What did you just say?” Jane asked, looking very confused.
The lady just smiled, then walked off, “Oh yes, you might want to look in the kitchen, if you want to get back!” She shouted. Jane ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, then a little girl with yellow ribbons in her hair came into the kitchen picked up a black and ginger cat and skipped off. A second later the girl poked her head round the door and said, “Look for the door.”
“The door, what door!” Jane thought to herself. She looked all over the kitchen till she found… a small round door, only big enough for a mouse to fit through, “But how am I suppose to get through there?” She said.
“But you do not understand Jane, you only have to put a small piece of your body through the door to find your way out!” a voice said.
Jane thought for a moment, then shouted out… “My hand! That’s it my hand!” so she put her hand inside the hole and when she pulled it back out… there sitting proudly on Jane’s hand was a... key! She poked the key in to the door and the door opened, then opening a bigger door, then opening a big enough door for her to fit through, slowly Jane stepped through the door and looked back at the old Victorian kitchen and there standing in the door way was, the strange Victorian lady and the little Victorian girl with yellow ribbons in her hair, they smiled and waved and when Jane looked around she was back in her bedroom, the door shut, then locked, then disappeared!
Jane smiled and reached for her laptop, opened it up and wrote the perfect Victorian school report, “My House Was a Victorian House.” She wrote about the clothes that they wore (the orange frilly dress), the houses that they lived in (the old wooden floor boards and the dark green walls) and the people in the house (Mr Philippe’s, the little girl with yellow ribbons in her hair and the strange Victorian lady who must have been a maid!). She never forgot the day she went back in time, when she went into a real Victorian house.
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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The House
In Dorset, at number 54, Elm Street there lived a little girl called Jane Mallarie. One day Jane was in her bedroom looking for her laptop when… the lights went off.
“Mum, why are the lights off?” Jane asked.
“Just a power cut Jane!” Her mum shouted.
When the lights came on Jane looked around, she was not in her bedroom she was in the hallway! But the hallway did not look normal, instead of purple carpets and bright orange walls, there was old wooden floor boards and dark green walls. “But how? what has happened to my house?” Jane said to herself. Well the thing is Jane’s house is very old, it was actually built in Victorian times! Suddenly she heard foot steps coming from around the corner, “Mum, Mum is that you?” Jane whispered.
“Oh Jane, there you are! Come on, come on we have chores to do.” It was a lady dressed in old fashion clothes. “Why are you wearing those clothes? They are awful!” the lady said as she gave her an orange frilly dress! “Go and put that on, then go and give Mr Philippe his morning paper. Come on get moving.” Jane walked off and went into the bathroom and put her dress on, when she came out she looked at the news paper, “1842!” Jane shouted as she read the date, she chucked the newspaper onto the table and ran to the third room on the left, her room! She opened the door to see… nothing! “There’s nothing here, just lots and lots of old Victorian books!” Jane shouted.
Then suddenly the door slammed shut, Jane ran over to the door and tried to open it, but it had been locked. “Hello! Hello is anyone there? I’m locked in, please open the door!” Jane cried. Suddenly the room started to get smaller and smaller till it was so small that she could hardly breath! But suddenly the room started to get bigger again till it was the size that it was before, then the door unlocked and flung open and there was a bright light, the light was so bright that it blinded Jane for a couple of seconds then the light disappeared and there standing in it’s place was the strange Victorian lady, “Come on get a move on, you have got to get home.” The lady said as she winked at her!
“What did you just say?” Jane asked, looking very confused.
The lady just smiled, then walked off, “Oh yes, you might want to look in the kitchen, if you want to get back!” She shouted. Jane ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, then a little girl with yellow ribbons in her hair came into the kitchen picked up a black and ginger cat and skipped off. A second later the girl poked her head round the door and said, “Look for the door.”
“The door, what door!” Jane thought to herself. She looked all over the kitchen till she found… a small round door, only big enough for a mouse to fit through, “But how am I suppose to get through there?” She said.
“But you do not understand Jane, you only have to put a small piece of your body through the door to find your way out!” a voice said.
Jane thought for a moment, then shouted out… “My hand! That’s it my hand!” so she put her hand inside the hole and when she pulled it back out… there sitting proudly on Jane’s hand was a... key! She poked the key in to the door and the door opened, then opening a bigger door, then opening a big enough door for her to fit through, slowly Jane stepped through the door and looked back at the old Victorian kitchen and there standing in the door way was, the strange Victorian lady and the little Victorian girl with yellow ribbons in her hair, they smiled and waved and when Jane looked around she was back in her bedroom, the door shut, then locked, then disappeared!
Jane smiled and reached for her laptop, opened it up and wrote the perfect Victorian school report, “My House Was a Victorian House.” She wrote about the clothes that they wore (the orange frilly dress), the houses that they lived in (the old wooden floor boards and the dark green walls) and the people in the house (Mr Philippe’s, the little girl with yellow ribbons in her hair and the strange Victorian lady who must have been a maid!). She never forgot the day she went back in time, when she went into a real Victorian house.
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Wednesday 29 October 2008
'The Blood in the Crack' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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The Blood in The Crack
Lucy had just came back from school. She ran inside her house and up into her bedroom, then her mum, Mrs Kirt shouted out, “Lucy, me and your father are going to your Uncle Dan’s house, would you like to come?”
“No thanks mum, I am going to stay at home,” Lucy replied.
“Well stay in the house and don’t answer the door or the phone!” Her mother said firmly as she shut the door.
Lucy ran down and locked the door behind her parents and then went and shut all the windows, but she though forgot to shut one… the old upstairs bathroom window! You see, people say that Lucy’s house is haunted… because 1 old man drowned in that very upstairs bathroom in that very bath, 25 years ago and the worst thing is… the bath was never replaced!
Lucy went back into her bedroom and jumped on her bed, she grabbed her book, 'Halloween Haunted Story’s. They will haunt you forever.' And started to read it. She started to read the 6th story when… “BANG!” Lucy looked up and slowly put down her book, it had came from the upstairs bathroom! Lucy stepped out of her bed and opened her bedroom door, then very, very slowly looked out and there in her bathroom was the open window, then suddenly… “BANG!” lightning had struck!
Lucy ran down stairs and into the kitchen and picked up the phone, she dialled her dads phone number and turned around to see… a real life ghost! Lucy dropped the phone and then “BANG!” lightning had struck again, at that moment Lucy fainted and hit her head on the cupboard and she was knocked out.
When Lucy woke up she was in her bed, she opened her eyes to see… the ghost, she jumped up and ran straight through the ghost and out the door, she ran down the stairs tripping over every step in fear! She quickly tried to unlock the door, but that was hard as her hands where shaking and so was her body. She looked around her shoulder and saw the ghost coming closer and closer to her. She unlocked the door and ran outside over the wet slippery slate and into the woods! When she got deep into the woods she stopped to breath, then suddenly the bush moved and started to shake.
“Hello, hello is any one there?” Then out leaped a… little ginger tabby cat! “Oh, it’s just a little old cat! You scared me there.” Then out came from behind the cat… the ghost! “You're, you’re the old man that died in our bath 25 years ago!” Lucy said.
“But I didn’t drown! Your grandfather drowned me! And now you are going to pay!” The ghost shouted.
“Noooo!” She said and ran off deeper into the woods, but to her surprise… she found an old cracked path. “This must lead out of the woods somehow!” Lucy shouted. So she followed the path, running as fast as she could looking back over her shoulder looking at the ghost, who was getting nearer and nearer! “Ha, ha, ha!” the Ghost cried. But then suddenly the path got wet and slippery and… Lucy slipped over and landed on her front, but only to see a big crack in the old path, filled with… blood. And then Lucy heard a voice in her ear, “Your grandfather was always jealous of me, that’s why he done it, that’s why he drowned me that stormy night, but now… this stormy night, it is going to be a Kirt that dies!” “Ahhhh!” Lucy screamed and she was never, ever seen again!
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
The Blood in The Crack
Lucy had just came back from school. She ran inside her house and up into her bedroom, then her mum, Mrs Kirt shouted out, “Lucy, me and your father are going to your Uncle Dan’s house, would you like to come?”
“No thanks mum, I am going to stay at home,” Lucy replied.
“Well stay in the house and don’t answer the door or the phone!” Her mother said firmly as she shut the door.
Lucy ran down and locked the door behind her parents and then went and shut all the windows, but she though forgot to shut one… the old upstairs bathroom window! You see, people say that Lucy’s house is haunted… because 1 old man drowned in that very upstairs bathroom in that very bath, 25 years ago and the worst thing is… the bath was never replaced!
Lucy went back into her bedroom and jumped on her bed, she grabbed her book, 'Halloween Haunted Story’s. They will haunt you forever.' And started to read it. She started to read the 6th story when… “BANG!” Lucy looked up and slowly put down her book, it had came from the upstairs bathroom! Lucy stepped out of her bed and opened her bedroom door, then very, very slowly looked out and there in her bathroom was the open window, then suddenly… “BANG!” lightning had struck!
Lucy ran down stairs and into the kitchen and picked up the phone, she dialled her dads phone number and turned around to see… a real life ghost! Lucy dropped the phone and then “BANG!” lightning had struck again, at that moment Lucy fainted and hit her head on the cupboard and she was knocked out.
When Lucy woke up she was in her bed, she opened her eyes to see… the ghost, she jumped up and ran straight through the ghost and out the door, she ran down the stairs tripping over every step in fear! She quickly tried to unlock the door, but that was hard as her hands where shaking and so was her body. She looked around her shoulder and saw the ghost coming closer and closer to her. She unlocked the door and ran outside over the wet slippery slate and into the woods! When she got deep into the woods she stopped to breath, then suddenly the bush moved and started to shake.
“Hello, hello is any one there?” Then out leaped a… little ginger tabby cat! “Oh, it’s just a little old cat! You scared me there.” Then out came from behind the cat… the ghost! “You're, you’re the old man that died in our bath 25 years ago!” Lucy said.
“But I didn’t drown! Your grandfather drowned me! And now you are going to pay!” The ghost shouted.
“Noooo!” She said and ran off deeper into the woods, but to her surprise… she found an old cracked path. “This must lead out of the woods somehow!” Lucy shouted. So she followed the path, running as fast as she could looking back over her shoulder looking at the ghost, who was getting nearer and nearer! “Ha, ha, ha!” the Ghost cried. But then suddenly the path got wet and slippery and… Lucy slipped over and landed on her front, but only to see a big crack in the old path, filled with… blood. And then Lucy heard a voice in her ear, “Your grandfather was always jealous of me, that’s why he done it, that’s why he drowned me that stormy night, but now… this stormy night, it is going to be a Kirt that dies!” “Ahhhh!” Lucy screamed and she was never, ever seen again!
The End.
By Jade M
Age 10
Class 3
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Friday 24 October 2008
'The Cat and the Mouse' by Georgina B, Age 10, Class 3
THE CAT AND THE MOUSE
One fine sunny day a cat was curled up on a rug by the fire place. "Hey where are you!" The cat woke up and then a girl came in and picked the cat up. This girl loved animals and loved the cat infact she loved the cat so much she even dressed it up in clothes! This cat was a boy called Tom and did not enjoy being dressed up or tantalised by the little girl.
One other hot day the girl was going to the beach. Tom saw the picnic basket on the floor and walked over to it and jumped inside because he had always wanted to go to the beach.
When they arrived at the beach the girl went off to the sea with her mum so this was a chance for Tom to enjoy his first day at the beach! Tom lay out a towel on the golden sand and lay down to relax. Suddenly he started to laugh. Something was tickling him! Tom looked up and on his tummy was a little white mouse! Tom jumped up and threw the mouse in the sea and lay back down because nothing or no one was going to ruin his first day on the beach!
A while later the little girl came back and Tom got back into the basket getting ready to go back home. Tom had not seen a sight of the mouse and was very glad. When they got back home Tom got out of the basket and walked over to the fire place and there on the rug was the mouse! And the same one!
By Georgina B
Age 10
Class 3
One fine sunny day a cat was curled up on a rug by the fire place. "Hey where are you!" The cat woke up and then a girl came in and picked the cat up. This girl loved animals and loved the cat infact she loved the cat so much she even dressed it up in clothes! This cat was a boy called Tom and did not enjoy being dressed up or tantalised by the little girl.
One other hot day the girl was going to the beach. Tom saw the picnic basket on the floor and walked over to it and jumped inside because he had always wanted to go to the beach.
When they arrived at the beach the girl went off to the sea with her mum so this was a chance for Tom to enjoy his first day at the beach! Tom lay out a towel on the golden sand and lay down to relax. Suddenly he started to laugh. Something was tickling him! Tom looked up and on his tummy was a little white mouse! Tom jumped up and threw the mouse in the sea and lay back down because nothing or no one was going to ruin his first day on the beach!
A while later the little girl came back and Tom got back into the basket getting ready to go back home. Tom had not seen a sight of the mouse and was very glad. When they got back home Tom got out of the basket and walked over to the fire place and there on the rug was the mouse! And the same one!
By Georgina B
Age 10
Class 3
Wednesday 22 October 2008
'Diary Entry' by Georgina B, Age 10, Class 3
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Diary Entry
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Dear diary
I was watching the sky and I saw a flash! I watched carefully and I saw it again!
I ran inside to see my mum cooking tea.
"Mum!" I said in a panic "Come outside the sky the sky!" I was still in shock and I was shaking. First my mum just ignored me but then I finally got her out in the garden. She looked up and slowly she told me to go inside. And that night St. Mill (Where I lived) was never seen again........Or me!
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By Georgina B
Age 10
Class 3
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Diary Entry
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Dear diary
I was watching the sky and I saw a flash! I watched carefully and I saw it again!
I ran inside to see my mum cooking tea.
"Mum!" I said in a panic "Come outside the sky the sky!" I was still in shock and I was shaking. First my mum just ignored me but then I finally got her out in the garden. She looked up and slowly she told me to go inside. And that night St. Mill (Where I lived) was never seen again........Or me!
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By Georgina B
Age 10
Class 3
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"AHHHH!" by Georgina B, Age 10, Class 3
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"AHHHH!"
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A girl in my class went missing a day ago. Rumours were going around school that she went to the loo and they heard a scream and Mr Bud went in to find her being sucked up by the toilet! Of course I did not believe this but inside me somewhere I could tell I was worried. No one ever went to the loo since this happened and I was in class bursting to go one day! I slowly went up to Mr Buds desk and asked him if I could go to the loo. Everyone looked at me in shock but I was too desperate to sit back down. So I went in the loo sat down and........ "AHHH!" I was never seen again.
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By Georgina B
Age 10
class 3
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"AHHHH!"
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A girl in my class went missing a day ago. Rumours were going around school that she went to the loo and they heard a scream and Mr Bud went in to find her being sucked up by the toilet! Of course I did not believe this but inside me somewhere I could tell I was worried. No one ever went to the loo since this happened and I was in class bursting to go one day! I slowly went up to Mr Buds desk and asked him if I could go to the loo. Everyone looked at me in shock but I was too desperate to sit back down. So I went in the loo sat down and........ "AHHH!" I was never seen again.
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By Georgina B
Age 10
class 3
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Wednesday 15 October 2008
'The Black and White Cat' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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The Black and White Cat
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A black and white cat jumped onto my garden wall and then walked along it proudly like it owns the place! I, me, little old Jenny Tay went inside and called for my brother
“Mike, mike come quick there is a really cute cat on top on the garden wall and I want you to get it down for me! Mike come on!” I said as I tugged at his arm.
“Ok, ok I am coming, I am coming!” He said.
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When we ran out side I saw the cute black and white cat and shouted, “There it is get it Mike, get it!”
“Where, where I do not see it!” He shouted back looking all around.
“There it is silly, right there,” I said pointing to it.
“What do you mean Jenny there is nothing there!” Mike said confused.
“I do not understand! It’s there right there…” Then I felt a sharp pain in my foot and I heard a voice in my ear it said, “Hush little girl you do not want your brother thinking your mad! Ha, ha, ha! The cat is there you are just the only one who can see it! You see, Magic here has chosen you!”
“Chosen me for what?”
“Hush little girl, hush you will very soon find out! Ha, ha, ha!”
I slowly walked into the house looking back at the cat, but the third time I looked back… the cat was gone! That night I could not sleep, I could not stop thinking about the sudden sharp pain in my foot, the strange voice in my ear and the black and white cat only I could see! Then I heard a, “Meow, meow!” outside my window, maybe it is the cute black and white cat, Magic! I slowly pulled back the curtain and looked out of the window, there she was Magic my Magic! I opened the window and let Magic in. “Hello, Magic,” I said and then went to pick her up. Then I got another sudden sharp pain in my foot! And so one can not come with out the other, then came the voice in my ear! “Little girl.. do not touch her! Ha, ha, ha!” Then the voice stopped and I stepped back from Magic.
The next night when I went to sleep Magic would not be quiet! “Meow! Meow!” Magic then went on!
“Magic please be quiet!" Then all was silent, I sat up and looked around. The window was open and Magic had gone!
I ran to the open window and shouted, “Magic where are you, please Magic come back! I did not mean to shout. Please come back magic… you’re the only friend I have!”
Then the sudden pain came again and then the voice, “The only friend you have, well maybe you should treat her a little bit better!”
“Yes, yes I will!”
“Well… ok then, you can have her back but next time she’s not going to come back! Now sleep little girl and she will be there in the morning. Ha, ha, ha!” I got back in bed and went to sleep, just like the voice told me to.
The next morning I went downstairs for breakfast. “Morning Jenny,” My Mum said “And how are you today?”
“Fine thank you Mum just got to bed late.” Then I had the sudden pain in my foot and then came the voice, “Late night! More like Magic kept you awake all night with her Meow’s and Moan’s! Go on little girl tell them, tell them about Magic, tell them how only you can see her! Ha, ha, ha! Go on tell them… little girl!”
“My name is Jenny Tay!” I shouted out loud then ran off.
“Oh, Jenny dear what is the matter with you?” My Mum asked.
“Nothing, just leave me alone!” I shouted back. I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom I buried my face into my pillow and started to cry! “Everything has gone wrong!” I shouted.
“Meow!” Magic went as she jumped up on to my bed.
“Oh go away Magic! It is all your thought! All of this is you and your sudden pains in my foot, you and that voice, that horrible, horrible voice!” I shouted out and then cried again. When I looked around at Magic she shut her eyes and then disappeared! “Good, I am glad you are gone! All you have brought me is misery!” I screamed at the open window.
Then came the pain and then the voice “You have really pushed it now little girl, she will not come back and now you will be sorry… because you have upset the Witches Black and White Cat! Ha, ha, ha!”
“Are you the… the… witch?”
"Well indeed I am, little girl.”
“My name is Jenny Tay!” I shouted.
“Well Jenny Tay, yes I am the Witch and Magic is my cat and she is controlled by me, every breath she takes, every step she walks and every meow she meow’s, they are all controlled by me. You know, if I wanted to… I could stop her from taking a breath or even two or even three or even… none at all! Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to kill her?”
“No, no please she does not deserve to die!”
“Yes I know, she does not. She did not want to meow all through the night, she did not want to leave you, she is a nice little cat in side, deep, deep, inside!”
“Why are you doing this to me, why are you doing this to Magic?” I shouted out.
“Oh well… because Magic chose you, she chose you to help her,”
“Help her do what, help her do what?”
“Well free her of course! Silly! Now it is time for you to make a choice of your own! You can either… leave Magic and be a free child but the guilt of Magic’s suffering will live in your heart forever! Or Magic can be free to live a normal life and be loved but you would be trapped in a magical prison far, far away… forever! The choice is yours, Miss Jenny Tay,”
“Forever! But I do not want to be trapped in a prison forever! But I want Magic to be happy,” At that moment I saw Magic’s big green emerald eyes and all I saw was unhappiness. I could not take it any more! “Magic can live a happy and loving life and I shall have to stay in a magical prison… forever.”
“Ah Jenny Tay, very kind indeed, it is now the fact if I will let Magic go after all! Ha, ha, ha!” “No!!!” I shouted out and with that I was there, I was in the magical prison, it was just a cave but when I felt the air it felt of dark magic. I never knew if the old witch let Magic free, I hope she did! But the thing is I never saw her face, but when I looked into Magic’s eyes, the pain and unhappiness that I saw, trapped my heart right there… right then.
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You see, Little Jenny Black made that choice because she knew she could not take it, she knew she could not take a life of guilt. She is still out there in that magical prison, trapped there forever! No one does know if the little old witch let poor Magic go, that is one mystery that will not be solved.
The End.
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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The Black and White Cat
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A black and white cat jumped onto my garden wall and then walked along it proudly like it owns the place! I, me, little old Jenny Tay went inside and called for my brother
“Mike, mike come quick there is a really cute cat on top on the garden wall and I want you to get it down for me! Mike come on!” I said as I tugged at his arm.
“Ok, ok I am coming, I am coming!” He said.
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When we ran out side I saw the cute black and white cat and shouted, “There it is get it Mike, get it!”
“Where, where I do not see it!” He shouted back looking all around.
“There it is silly, right there,” I said pointing to it.
“What do you mean Jenny there is nothing there!” Mike said confused.
“I do not understand! It’s there right there…” Then I felt a sharp pain in my foot and I heard a voice in my ear it said, “Hush little girl you do not want your brother thinking your mad! Ha, ha, ha! The cat is there you are just the only one who can see it! You see, Magic here has chosen you!”
“Chosen me for what?”
“Hush little girl, hush you will very soon find out! Ha, ha, ha!”
I slowly walked into the house looking back at the cat, but the third time I looked back… the cat was gone! That night I could not sleep, I could not stop thinking about the sudden sharp pain in my foot, the strange voice in my ear and the black and white cat only I could see! Then I heard a, “Meow, meow!” outside my window, maybe it is the cute black and white cat, Magic! I slowly pulled back the curtain and looked out of the window, there she was Magic my Magic! I opened the window and let Magic in. “Hello, Magic,” I said and then went to pick her up. Then I got another sudden sharp pain in my foot! And so one can not come with out the other, then came the voice in my ear! “Little girl.. do not touch her! Ha, ha, ha!” Then the voice stopped and I stepped back from Magic.
The next night when I went to sleep Magic would not be quiet! “Meow! Meow!” Magic then went on!
“Magic please be quiet!" Then all was silent, I sat up and looked around. The window was open and Magic had gone!
I ran to the open window and shouted, “Magic where are you, please Magic come back! I did not mean to shout. Please come back magic… you’re the only friend I have!”
Then the sudden pain came again and then the voice, “The only friend you have, well maybe you should treat her a little bit better!”
“Yes, yes I will!”
“Well… ok then, you can have her back but next time she’s not going to come back! Now sleep little girl and she will be there in the morning. Ha, ha, ha!” I got back in bed and went to sleep, just like the voice told me to.
The next morning I went downstairs for breakfast. “Morning Jenny,” My Mum said “And how are you today?”
“Fine thank you Mum just got to bed late.” Then I had the sudden pain in my foot and then came the voice, “Late night! More like Magic kept you awake all night with her Meow’s and Moan’s! Go on little girl tell them, tell them about Magic, tell them how only you can see her! Ha, ha, ha! Go on tell them… little girl!”
“My name is Jenny Tay!” I shouted out loud then ran off.
“Oh, Jenny dear what is the matter with you?” My Mum asked.
“Nothing, just leave me alone!” I shouted back. I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom I buried my face into my pillow and started to cry! “Everything has gone wrong!” I shouted.
“Meow!” Magic went as she jumped up on to my bed.
“Oh go away Magic! It is all your thought! All of this is you and your sudden pains in my foot, you and that voice, that horrible, horrible voice!” I shouted out and then cried again. When I looked around at Magic she shut her eyes and then disappeared! “Good, I am glad you are gone! All you have brought me is misery!” I screamed at the open window.
Then came the pain and then the voice “You have really pushed it now little girl, she will not come back and now you will be sorry… because you have upset the Witches Black and White Cat! Ha, ha, ha!”
“Are you the… the… witch?”
"Well indeed I am, little girl.”
“My name is Jenny Tay!” I shouted.
“Well Jenny Tay, yes I am the Witch and Magic is my cat and she is controlled by me, every breath she takes, every step she walks and every meow she meow’s, they are all controlled by me. You know, if I wanted to… I could stop her from taking a breath or even two or even three or even… none at all! Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to kill her?”
“No, no please she does not deserve to die!”
“Yes I know, she does not. She did not want to meow all through the night, she did not want to leave you, she is a nice little cat in side, deep, deep, inside!”
“Why are you doing this to me, why are you doing this to Magic?” I shouted out.
“Oh well… because Magic chose you, she chose you to help her,”
“Help her do what, help her do what?”
“Well free her of course! Silly! Now it is time for you to make a choice of your own! You can either… leave Magic and be a free child but the guilt of Magic’s suffering will live in your heart forever! Or Magic can be free to live a normal life and be loved but you would be trapped in a magical prison far, far away… forever! The choice is yours, Miss Jenny Tay,”
“Forever! But I do not want to be trapped in a prison forever! But I want Magic to be happy,” At that moment I saw Magic’s big green emerald eyes and all I saw was unhappiness. I could not take it any more! “Magic can live a happy and loving life and I shall have to stay in a magical prison… forever.”
“Ah Jenny Tay, very kind indeed, it is now the fact if I will let Magic go after all! Ha, ha, ha!” “No!!!” I shouted out and with that I was there, I was in the magical prison, it was just a cave but when I felt the air it felt of dark magic. I never knew if the old witch let Magic free, I hope she did! But the thing is I never saw her face, but when I looked into Magic’s eyes, the pain and unhappiness that I saw, trapped my heart right there… right then.
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You see, Little Jenny Black made that choice because she knew she could not take it, she knew she could not take a life of guilt. She is still out there in that magical prison, trapped there forever! No one does know if the little old witch let poor Magic go, that is one mystery that will not be solved.
The End.
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Tuesday 14 October 2008
'Tap Dancing Skeletons' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Tap Dancing Skeletons!
1898 and a big horse
And cart came past my bedroom
It had in big letters:
Tap Dancing Skeletons
Meet Them bone to bone!
Everyone knew they were just
Men in suits but... were they?
You see me and my little sister
We thought maybe they were
Real Skeletons from out of space!
Ah the thought of it makes me...
Well scared! So all the children
Were running alone beside the
Cart jumping up and down
Trying to see the so called
Skeletons!
So what I did was run down stairs
Out the door and caught up with
The cart I looked all over it trying to
Find a lower window or hole in the
Cart but the only one I found was
At the front of the Cart!
I weaved myself through the horses
Long old legs and then put my eye
To the hole... guess what I saw!
Nothing I got caught in one of the horses
Legs and got trampled on.
But the good thing is I got 3 weeks
Off school! Cool! But I had to spend
That time in Hospital and they had yucky
Chicken rolls!
But you know what... you know what!
I did see something through the hole
You know what they were not even skeletons...
They were GHOSTS!
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Tap Dancing Skeletons!
1898 and a big horse
And cart came past my bedroom
It had in big letters:
Tap Dancing Skeletons
Meet Them bone to bone!
Everyone knew they were just
Men in suits but... were they?
You see me and my little sister
We thought maybe they were
Real Skeletons from out of space!
Ah the thought of it makes me...
Well scared! So all the children
Were running alone beside the
Cart jumping up and down
Trying to see the so called
Skeletons!
So what I did was run down stairs
Out the door and caught up with
The cart I looked all over it trying to
Find a lower window or hole in the
Cart but the only one I found was
At the front of the Cart!
I weaved myself through the horses
Long old legs and then put my eye
To the hole... guess what I saw!
Nothing I got caught in one of the horses
Legs and got trampled on.
But the good thing is I got 3 weeks
Off school! Cool! But I had to spend
That time in Hospital and they had yucky
Chicken rolls!
But you know what... you know what!
I did see something through the hole
You know what they were not even skeletons...
They were GHOSTS!
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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'Me and the Witch' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Me and the Witch
The witch turned round
And then lifted her wand
And said these words
In a witchlike scary way!
" You little boy with the hat
And such a sweet smile
You should know by now
Not to come to the witches cave!"
"I am sure all your friends have told you straight
What happens to children like you
The ones who walk into the Witches cave
They don't come back!"
"Hah, hah, hah!"
The witch cried out then began to speak
But not speak of normal words but
A spell!
"Little boy, you have been naughty today
So now I have to turn you into a toad
Or would you prefer a frog!"
"Please little old witch do not hurt me
I have done no harm
I don't want to be a toad
Or a Frog in fact!"
"So little boy, you don't want to be a Frog
In fact maybe a rat!
Definately Not a Toad
So you will have to be a...
Mole!"
Then the witch turned around
To cast the spell on me
But I was gone and down the hill
FAR, FAR away!
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Me and the Witch
The witch turned round
And then lifted her wand
And said these words
In a witchlike scary way!
" You little boy with the hat
And such a sweet smile
You should know by now
Not to come to the witches cave!"
"I am sure all your friends have told you straight
What happens to children like you
The ones who walk into the Witches cave
They don't come back!"
"Hah, hah, hah!"
The witch cried out then began to speak
But not speak of normal words but
A spell!
"Little boy, you have been naughty today
So now I have to turn you into a toad
Or would you prefer a frog!"
"Please little old witch do not hurt me
I have done no harm
I don't want to be a toad
Or a Frog in fact!"
"So little boy, you don't want to be a Frog
In fact maybe a rat!
Definately Not a Toad
So you will have to be a...
Mole!"
Then the witch turned around
To cast the spell on me
But I was gone and down the hill
FAR, FAR away!
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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'Don't Go In The Big Creepy House' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Don't Go In The Big Creepy House.
The house was big
And creepy too
No one lives who goes inside
But the ghost of Frankenstein!
No one dares to go in there
Only if they're mad
And if you want to stay alive...
Stay away from the Big Creepy House!
Every room is filled with bugs
And Creep Crawly's too
Big Spiders and Centipedes
That will eat you!
So if you take my Poem to your mind
And if you have sense
You won't go to the Big Creepy House...
Again!
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Don't Go In The Big Creepy House.
The house was big
And creepy too
No one lives who goes inside
But the ghost of Frankenstein!
No one dares to go in there
Only if they're mad
And if you want to stay alive...
Stay away from the Big Creepy House!
Every room is filled with bugs
And Creep Crawly's too
Big Spiders and Centipedes
That will eat you!
So if you take my Poem to your mind
And if you have sense
You won't go to the Big Creepy House...
Again!
by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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'Young Tom Black' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
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Young Tom Black
As the little boy felt the cold wet hand grab his shoulder he screamed out loud.
"What was that?" The other children whispered.
"I'm... I'm scared!" Lucy the smallest child shouted.
"Where's Tom?" Max cried out, "He... he... he's gone!" He shouted again.
"Help! Help me!" The same voice cried out again.
"Now I am really scared!" Lucy shouted.
The other children walked slowly through the big heavy wooden doors and into a dark small room where the hat of the young Tom Black lay on the floor.
"That's Tom's hat, isn't it?" One of the children said.
"Do you think he's... dead!" Max muttered.
"No of course he isn't!" Mary the oldest of the children said.
Then everything went black and there was three loud high pitched screams and then the light came back on and there was just one child standing in the room, little poor Lucy all along in dark little room. She went running to the door but it was locked! "Help, help me! Somebody help me!" Lucy shouted and then started to bang on the big wooden door.
"No one can help us Lucy." A small shivering voice cried out, "We're trapped here forever and soon you will be like me!" Lucy turned around and saw little Tom Black but not as normal, he was a ghost!
By Jade M. Age 10, Class 3.
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Young Tom Black
As the little boy felt the cold wet hand grab his shoulder he screamed out loud.
"What was that?" The other children whispered.
"I'm... I'm scared!" Lucy the smallest child shouted.
"Where's Tom?" Max cried out, "He... he... he's gone!" He shouted again.
"Help! Help me!" The same voice cried out again.
"Now I am really scared!" Lucy shouted.
The other children walked slowly through the big heavy wooden doors and into a dark small room where the hat of the young Tom Black lay on the floor.
"That's Tom's hat, isn't it?" One of the children said.
"Do you think he's... dead!" Max muttered.
"No of course he isn't!" Mary the oldest of the children said.
Then everything went black and there was three loud high pitched screams and then the light came back on and there was just one child standing in the room, little poor Lucy all along in dark little room. She went running to the door but it was locked! "Help, help me! Somebody help me!" Lucy shouted and then started to bang on the big wooden door.
"No one can help us Lucy." A small shivering voice cried out, "We're trapped here forever and soon you will be like me!" Lucy turned around and saw little Tom Black but not as normal, he was a ghost!
By Jade M. Age 10, Class 3.
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Sunday 12 October 2008
'Halloween Jokes' by Anya, Age 9, Class 3
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Halloween Jokes
Why don't angry witches ride their brooms?
They're afraid of flying off the handle
Who won the skeleton beauty contest?
No body
What do skeletons say before they begin dining?
Bone appetit !
Where do baby ghosts go during the day?
Dayscare centers
Who did Frankenstein take to the prom?
His ghoul friend
What's a monster's favorite play?
Romeo and Ghouliet
What do witches put on their hair?
Scare spray
What kind of cereal do monsters eat?
Ghost-Toasties
What does Tweety Bird say on Halloween?
Twick or Tweet
Where do ghosts buy their food?
At the ghost-ery store
Where do ghosts mail their letters?
At the ghost office
What's a ghosts favorite ride at the carnival?
The roller ghoster
When does a skeleton laugh?
When something tickles his funny bone
What does a skeleton orders at a restaurant?
Spare ribs
What did the boy ghost say to the girl ghost?
You look boo-tiful tonight
What kind of roads do ghosts haunt?
Dead Ends
Who was the most famous ghost detective?
Sherlock Moans
By Anya, Age 9, Class 3
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Halloween Jokes
Why don't angry witches ride their brooms?
They're afraid of flying off the handle
Who won the skeleton beauty contest?
No body
What do skeletons say before they begin dining?
Bone appetit !
Where do baby ghosts go during the day?
Dayscare centers
Who did Frankenstein take to the prom?
His ghoul friend
What's a monster's favorite play?
Romeo and Ghouliet
What do witches put on their hair?
Scare spray
What kind of cereal do monsters eat?
Ghost-Toasties
What does Tweety Bird say on Halloween?
Twick or Tweet
Where do ghosts buy their food?
At the ghost-ery store
Where do ghosts mail their letters?
At the ghost office
What's a ghosts favorite ride at the carnival?
The roller ghoster
When does a skeleton laugh?
When something tickles his funny bone
What does a skeleton orders at a restaurant?
Spare ribs
What did the boy ghost say to the girl ghost?
You look boo-tiful tonight
What kind of roads do ghosts haunt?
Dead Ends
Who was the most famous ghost detective?
Sherlock Moans
By Anya, Age 9, Class 3
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'Elizabeth' by Jade M, Age 10, Class 3
The following story written by Jade M in class 3, reminds us that not all things scary involve fantasy and monsters. In this story the character 'Elizabeth' has to deal with some frightening and difficult events.
Elizabeth.
Hello my name is Elizabeth and this is the story of how I got to find my Mum. I’m not a real person I am a made up character for this story. I lived in a family of eight and am the second youngest. I am the only girl and have seven brothers. Mum has left us but we don’t know why she just left and Dad was left to look after us but he doesn’t really. Auntie Jill looked after us most of the time because Dad went to work at 6 o’clock in the morning and returned at 11 o’clock in the evening. Auntie Jill gave most of her attention to my little brother Michael. Michael is three years old and was just two when Mum left, he doesn’t remember much about her any more. It’s been one year since Mum has left and life is different now, we went everywhere with Mum, the Zoo on Sunday on Thursday we went to the farm and Monday the park, or was it Tuesday I can’t remember none of us can any more.
It was a nice day and all of us where outside playing bulldog when suddenly it started to rain we went inside and played cards Michael played with his toy car and I went upstairs to my room and started to draw, draw happy pictures of me and mum. The next morning Dad was at home he said he had a surprise for us. He said we were going on holiday, I had never been on holiday before neither had Michael. He said we were going to Scotland, my older half brother James had been to Scotland with his mum he said he saw the Lock Ness monster but none of us believe him.
The next morning we went to the airport it took about two hours to get there, I continued drawing happy pictures. When we got to Scotland we went to the hotel we were staying at, there was one big family room and two others, Dad had his own room Michael slept with me and the boys slept in the family room. We went down stairs to dinner we all had a menu each I chose the stew of the day, it was disgusting! I don’t know what day the soup was made, but I guess two weeks ago. I went back up to my room before the others, I took Michael with me and put him to bed. Then I sat down on my bed and got changed into my PJ’s then I heard a strange noise. At first I thought it was just Michael but then I realised it was coming from under my bed, I looked I could not see very clearly at first because it was dark. Then I realised what I was staring at was a rabbit, a small ginger rabbit. My brain the clever part of me was telling me to go back down stairs and tell the others but my heart was telling me to keep it and look after it, I did not know what to do. Then I remembered what Mum said to me the night she left she told me to always follow my heart, so I did. I got a old shoe box I had found in the drawers, I got Dad’s newspaper and ripped it up into little pieces then put it in the box. Then I got a sharp pencil and put some holes in the box with it, then I put the ginger rabbit in the box and put it under my bed. I got into bed and went to sleep.
That night I had a dream that mum came back everyone was so happy but then Dad started to shout at Mum, Mum went to the door and left us again Dad shut the door firmly and locked it then I woke up. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror I had tears running down my face, I got back into bed and looked at my clock it was 2:00 in the morning I tried to get to sleep it took me half an hour to actually get back to sleep.
I woke up at 8:32 I jumped out of bed and got the shoe box out I looked inside it was empty, I searched the room then I heard Michael giggling I went over to his bed he was sitting there with the little ginger rabbit saying funny bunny, funny, funny bunny. Michael always calls me Izzie instead of Lizzie and he said to me Izzie Mummy loves bunnies! Then I remembered Mum did love rabbits I felt like crying again but I did not. When I had pulled myself together I took the small ginger rabbit off Michael but he started to cry. Then I heard Dad coming up to the door, then he shouted out Elizabeth is Michael crying, um no that’s the cat outside. “Oh, ok!” shouted Dad again. I gave Michael his soft toy he loves it Mum gave it to him, it’s about the only thing his got to remember her by. It was Mums when she was little at one time I had it, well as a baby we all had it. I got dressed and took Michael down stairs then met Dad and the boys for breakfast.
“Elizabeth we are going to go to a nature reserve today and rocky beach.” Said her Dad. “Do we have to Dad ?” Moaned my brothers. “Yes.” said Dad. I ate my breakfast and went back up stairs and checked on the small ginger rabbit then put her coot on got my purse then went back down stairs and waited for her Dad and her Brothers. When we got there we all got in the rented car and we all drove to the nature reserve.
At the nature reserve we saw lots of different animals and plants and the only thing that the boys were interested in was the gift shop but I was fascinated by the lizards. When the boys had went to the gift shop and my brothers had nearly bought half of the shop with dad’s money we went to rocky beach. It was a windy and cold day and the boys just wanted to go home back to the hotel, I took Michal down to the sea and looked for pretty shells or pebbles. When dad was fed up with the boys moaning we went back to the hotel.
We had some lunch and I took some carrot and green beans for the rabbit that I named Lillie, which was my mum’s name. We all really miss her and are worried but we don’t even know if she’s alive. When I was finished with my lunch I went up stairs and feed Lillie. Michael stayed down stairs with dad while the boys played outside with Ollie, oh I haven’t told you about Ollie our dog we got him four years ago from the RSPCA. He’s a lovely golden haired spaniel with pale blue sparkle eyes and golden floppy ears. I love him the boys love him and mum loved him but Dad just is not that fond of animals. Auntie Gill loves animals and is always saying to Dad, why not get another dog or, or a rabbit or a guinea pig. If mum was here, she would just get one with out running it through with dad.
I went down and went outside and started to play with Ollie and my brothers. Then Dad called us in he said to start packing because we had to go… We didn’t know why but he sounded serious so I went up stairs and started to pack mine and Michal’s stuff, when I had finished I got the Old shoe box out and gave Lillie some food then cello taped the box and the lid together and went outside with the suit cases and the shoe box. “ Quickly now ” Dad said in a worried voice “ Come on now lets go to the airport ” Said dad again.
When we got to the airport we quickly got on the plane and I asked the lady serving the drinks were I could put my rabbit. She said that I could put her with the other pets and Ollie in the back of the plane.
When we landed Dad hurried us all out and Auntie Gill was waiting for us in her car. We all got in Auntie Gill’s tiny little car I had to have Michael on my lap, I felt like moaning and groaning but I didn’t I knew something serious was going on. On the way back Auntie Jill and Dad were talking about stuff, stuff that didn’t make sense, Auntie Jill kept saying “Oh it was terrible just terrible just terrible, oh just, just terrible.” And Dad was saying, “No, no, no, no, la, ah, la, la I’m not listening! ”
When we got home Auntie Jill and Dad ran to the front door and opened it followed by me and then Michael, “What’s happened!” I screamed. “Oh no.” Michael said. “ It’s terrible!” Dad Shouted. Then all at once the boys came charging in and all at once screamed like little girls. I walked into the front room there was scattered glass every where, I looked around the room and then I saw from the corner of my eye a piece of paper, or a letter. I quickly picked the letter up and ran into my room. I sat dawn on my bed. But my bedroom wasn’t trashed like down stairs! I read the letter and this it what it said…
Give me my children.
That’s all it said give me my Children.
Then I saw another letter on my dressing table I went over and saw what it said…
To my darling Elizabeth,
I hope you are ok, and are well. How is Michael and the other boys? You know I miss you all very much and wish I could see you again but I know your father would not let you.
Lots of love Mum.
P.S Please write to me- 73 Arch Lane, Surry, Croydon, London CRO 7PV.
I nearly cried, Arch Lane, only round the corner from my house. Then I started to cry, Tommy came in and asked me what was the matter. I showed him the letter from Mum. “Don’t cry about it Elizabeth, it’s just someone very cruel and nasty playing a horrid joke on us.” Tommy said. No it isn’t, no it isn’t, it isn’t, it isn’t! It’s Mum and I know it is I know it’s MUM! I shouted at him and then started to cry even louder. “Shosh, shosh, shosh, if Dad hears you he will come up here and if he sees the letter then he will be furious!” He said. I really do not care I just want to see Mum!
That night when everyone had went to bed I started to pack my stuff in my back pack and then put on my shoes and coat and carefully creeped out of my bedroom, down the stairs and out of the door. I walked up to Arch Lane and knocked on door number 73, I saw a light turn on in the top room and then heard someone coming down the stairs I braced myself and stood up straight, then a Man opened the door, I looked at him and then ran off back home up the stairs and into my bed.
The next morning I was woke up by some one knocking on the door, I went down stairs nobody else was up I put the kettle on then yawned and went to open the door. I opened it and looked up at the tall brunette haired woman she smiled at me and said my name, I looked up at her again, Mum? I asked she smiled once more, Mum, Mum, MUM! I hugged her and started to cry oh Mum I’ve missed you so much I said. We can run away! I’ll go and get Michael and I’ll pack my bags, then, then, then we can go and live in Canada that’s what you wanted Mum, that’s what you wanted! “Elizabeth darling your going too far, your Father still hates me!” She said. He doesn’t, he’ll understand why you left! Wait a minute… why, did you leave? “Elizabeth, you know sometimes people just need a break from stuff, well that what I needed.” Mum said.
“Elizabeth, who’s that?” Dad shouted from his bed room. Nobody Dad! I shouted up the stairs. Quick Mum you have to go! “I’ll see you soon sweetie!” Mum said.
I shut the door and ran upstairs. I got Tommy out of bed and told him who I had been speaking to and told him my plane… I told him that we would invite Dad and Mum to the same Dinner Party and then we would be a big happy family again. So Tommy gave Mum an invitation and I gave Dad an invitation as well. When Dad got back we all looked up at him smiling, he looked at us and then went up to his bed room. I waited a couple of minutes then I went upstairs and knocked on Dads bedroom door, I went in and asked him how it went. He told me that really all they had to do was sit down and talk to each over and me and Tommy had helped them do that!
The next morning Mum came round to have breakfast with us, it was just like before, you know, when we were one big happy family just like my happy drawings! A year on and we moved to beautiful Cornwall. Everyone was happy Mum and Dad got a new, better job, all of the boys actually got on for once, it turns out that Ollie was actually a Olivia and she had 11 cute beautiful puppies and me, well me… I feel like the most happiest little girl in the world!!!
by Jade E, Class 3, Age 10
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Elizabeth.
Hello my name is Elizabeth and this is the story of how I got to find my Mum. I’m not a real person I am a made up character for this story. I lived in a family of eight and am the second youngest. I am the only girl and have seven brothers. Mum has left us but we don’t know why she just left and Dad was left to look after us but he doesn’t really. Auntie Jill looked after us most of the time because Dad went to work at 6 o’clock in the morning and returned at 11 o’clock in the evening. Auntie Jill gave most of her attention to my little brother Michael. Michael is three years old and was just two when Mum left, he doesn’t remember much about her any more. It’s been one year since Mum has left and life is different now, we went everywhere with Mum, the Zoo on Sunday on Thursday we went to the farm and Monday the park, or was it Tuesday I can’t remember none of us can any more.
It was a nice day and all of us where outside playing bulldog when suddenly it started to rain we went inside and played cards Michael played with his toy car and I went upstairs to my room and started to draw, draw happy pictures of me and mum. The next morning Dad was at home he said he had a surprise for us. He said we were going on holiday, I had never been on holiday before neither had Michael. He said we were going to Scotland, my older half brother James had been to Scotland with his mum he said he saw the Lock Ness monster but none of us believe him.
The next morning we went to the airport it took about two hours to get there, I continued drawing happy pictures. When we got to Scotland we went to the hotel we were staying at, there was one big family room and two others, Dad had his own room Michael slept with me and the boys slept in the family room. We went down stairs to dinner we all had a menu each I chose the stew of the day, it was disgusting! I don’t know what day the soup was made, but I guess two weeks ago. I went back up to my room before the others, I took Michael with me and put him to bed. Then I sat down on my bed and got changed into my PJ’s then I heard a strange noise. At first I thought it was just Michael but then I realised it was coming from under my bed, I looked I could not see very clearly at first because it was dark. Then I realised what I was staring at was a rabbit, a small ginger rabbit. My brain the clever part of me was telling me to go back down stairs and tell the others but my heart was telling me to keep it and look after it, I did not know what to do. Then I remembered what Mum said to me the night she left she told me to always follow my heart, so I did. I got a old shoe box I had found in the drawers, I got Dad’s newspaper and ripped it up into little pieces then put it in the box. Then I got a sharp pencil and put some holes in the box with it, then I put the ginger rabbit in the box and put it under my bed. I got into bed and went to sleep.
That night I had a dream that mum came back everyone was so happy but then Dad started to shout at Mum, Mum went to the door and left us again Dad shut the door firmly and locked it then I woke up. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror I had tears running down my face, I got back into bed and looked at my clock it was 2:00 in the morning I tried to get to sleep it took me half an hour to actually get back to sleep.
I woke up at 8:32 I jumped out of bed and got the shoe box out I looked inside it was empty, I searched the room then I heard Michael giggling I went over to his bed he was sitting there with the little ginger rabbit saying funny bunny, funny, funny bunny. Michael always calls me Izzie instead of Lizzie and he said to me Izzie Mummy loves bunnies! Then I remembered Mum did love rabbits I felt like crying again but I did not. When I had pulled myself together I took the small ginger rabbit off Michael but he started to cry. Then I heard Dad coming up to the door, then he shouted out Elizabeth is Michael crying, um no that’s the cat outside. “Oh, ok!” shouted Dad again. I gave Michael his soft toy he loves it Mum gave it to him, it’s about the only thing his got to remember her by. It was Mums when she was little at one time I had it, well as a baby we all had it. I got dressed and took Michael down stairs then met Dad and the boys for breakfast.
“Elizabeth we are going to go to a nature reserve today and rocky beach.” Said her Dad. “Do we have to Dad ?” Moaned my brothers. “Yes.” said Dad. I ate my breakfast and went back up stairs and checked on the small ginger rabbit then put her coot on got my purse then went back down stairs and waited for her Dad and her Brothers. When we got there we all got in the rented car and we all drove to the nature reserve.
At the nature reserve we saw lots of different animals and plants and the only thing that the boys were interested in was the gift shop but I was fascinated by the lizards. When the boys had went to the gift shop and my brothers had nearly bought half of the shop with dad’s money we went to rocky beach. It was a windy and cold day and the boys just wanted to go home back to the hotel, I took Michal down to the sea and looked for pretty shells or pebbles. When dad was fed up with the boys moaning we went back to the hotel.
We had some lunch and I took some carrot and green beans for the rabbit that I named Lillie, which was my mum’s name. We all really miss her and are worried but we don’t even know if she’s alive. When I was finished with my lunch I went up stairs and feed Lillie. Michael stayed down stairs with dad while the boys played outside with Ollie, oh I haven’t told you about Ollie our dog we got him four years ago from the RSPCA. He’s a lovely golden haired spaniel with pale blue sparkle eyes and golden floppy ears. I love him the boys love him and mum loved him but Dad just is not that fond of animals. Auntie Gill loves animals and is always saying to Dad, why not get another dog or, or a rabbit or a guinea pig. If mum was here, she would just get one with out running it through with dad.
I went down and went outside and started to play with Ollie and my brothers. Then Dad called us in he said to start packing because we had to go… We didn’t know why but he sounded serious so I went up stairs and started to pack mine and Michal’s stuff, when I had finished I got the Old shoe box out and gave Lillie some food then cello taped the box and the lid together and went outside with the suit cases and the shoe box. “ Quickly now ” Dad said in a worried voice “ Come on now lets go to the airport ” Said dad again.
When we got to the airport we quickly got on the plane and I asked the lady serving the drinks were I could put my rabbit. She said that I could put her with the other pets and Ollie in the back of the plane.
When we landed Dad hurried us all out and Auntie Gill was waiting for us in her car. We all got in Auntie Gill’s tiny little car I had to have Michael on my lap, I felt like moaning and groaning but I didn’t I knew something serious was going on. On the way back Auntie Jill and Dad were talking about stuff, stuff that didn’t make sense, Auntie Jill kept saying “Oh it was terrible just terrible just terrible, oh just, just terrible.” And Dad was saying, “No, no, no, no, la, ah, la, la I’m not listening! ”
When we got home Auntie Jill and Dad ran to the front door and opened it followed by me and then Michael, “What’s happened!” I screamed. “Oh no.” Michael said. “ It’s terrible!” Dad Shouted. Then all at once the boys came charging in and all at once screamed like little girls. I walked into the front room there was scattered glass every where, I looked around the room and then I saw from the corner of my eye a piece of paper, or a letter. I quickly picked the letter up and ran into my room. I sat dawn on my bed. But my bedroom wasn’t trashed like down stairs! I read the letter and this it what it said…
Give me my children.
That’s all it said give me my Children.
Then I saw another letter on my dressing table I went over and saw what it said…
To my darling Elizabeth,
I hope you are ok, and are well. How is Michael and the other boys? You know I miss you all very much and wish I could see you again but I know your father would not let you.
Lots of love Mum.
P.S Please write to me- 73 Arch Lane, Surry, Croydon, London CRO 7PV.
I nearly cried, Arch Lane, only round the corner from my house. Then I started to cry, Tommy came in and asked me what was the matter. I showed him the letter from Mum. “Don’t cry about it Elizabeth, it’s just someone very cruel and nasty playing a horrid joke on us.” Tommy said. No it isn’t, no it isn’t, it isn’t, it isn’t! It’s Mum and I know it is I know it’s MUM! I shouted at him and then started to cry even louder. “Shosh, shosh, shosh, if Dad hears you he will come up here and if he sees the letter then he will be furious!” He said. I really do not care I just want to see Mum!
That night when everyone had went to bed I started to pack my stuff in my back pack and then put on my shoes and coat and carefully creeped out of my bedroom, down the stairs and out of the door. I walked up to Arch Lane and knocked on door number 73, I saw a light turn on in the top room and then heard someone coming down the stairs I braced myself and stood up straight, then a Man opened the door, I looked at him and then ran off back home up the stairs and into my bed.
The next morning I was woke up by some one knocking on the door, I went down stairs nobody else was up I put the kettle on then yawned and went to open the door. I opened it and looked up at the tall brunette haired woman she smiled at me and said my name, I looked up at her again, Mum? I asked she smiled once more, Mum, Mum, MUM! I hugged her and started to cry oh Mum I’ve missed you so much I said. We can run away! I’ll go and get Michael and I’ll pack my bags, then, then, then we can go and live in Canada that’s what you wanted Mum, that’s what you wanted! “Elizabeth darling your going too far, your Father still hates me!” She said. He doesn’t, he’ll understand why you left! Wait a minute… why, did you leave? “Elizabeth, you know sometimes people just need a break from stuff, well that what I needed.” Mum said.
“Elizabeth, who’s that?” Dad shouted from his bed room. Nobody Dad! I shouted up the stairs. Quick Mum you have to go! “I’ll see you soon sweetie!” Mum said.
I shut the door and ran upstairs. I got Tommy out of bed and told him who I had been speaking to and told him my plane… I told him that we would invite Dad and Mum to the same Dinner Party and then we would be a big happy family again. So Tommy gave Mum an invitation and I gave Dad an invitation as well. When Dad got back we all looked up at him smiling, he looked at us and then went up to his bed room. I waited a couple of minutes then I went upstairs and knocked on Dads bedroom door, I went in and asked him how it went. He told me that really all they had to do was sit down and talk to each over and me and Tommy had helped them do that!
The next morning Mum came round to have breakfast with us, it was just like before, you know, when we were one big happy family just like my happy drawings! A year on and we moved to beautiful Cornwall. Everyone was happy Mum and Dad got a new, better job, all of the boys actually got on for once, it turns out that Ollie was actually a Olivia and she had 11 cute beautiful puppies and me, well me… I feel like the most happiest little girl in the world!!!
by Jade E, Class 3, Age 10
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