"My All-Time Favourite Roald Dahl Novels" By Brandon H, Age 11

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My All-Time Favourite Roald Dahl Novels

THE TOP TEN

1.) The Witches

2.) James And The Giant Peach

3.) Revolting Rhymes

4.) Charlie And The Chocolate Factory

5.) The BFG

6.) Danny: Champion Of The World

7.) Boy: Tales Of Childhood

8.) The Twits

9.) The Giraffe, The Pelican And Me

10.) The Enormous Crocodile

By Brandon H, Age 11

(Brandon is about to start Bodmin College, so follow his writing on the Bodmin College page from now on!)

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"Trap Door: Part 2" By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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Trap Door: Part 2

She trekked across the linoleum tiles of the kitchen floor to the other side of the room, and pulled with all her might to get the key drawer open.

She rummaged through, finding only brass, silver and copper keys, all modern and metal. Where could it be? thought Kitty. Surely Mum didn’t hide it?

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw a black flash of colour on the windowsill. She knew instantly what it was.

She jumped up onto the countertop and snatched the large rusty key off of the sill and bounded back over to the Trap Door.

She put the key in to the lock and twisted it. A loud creak was heard and some cogs were heard turning behind the door.

Kitty grasped the handle and pulled. The door opened into a passageway that was glowing purples, whites, blacks and blues. Little stars pinpricked the vast dimension and ghost voices echoed and bounced off of the walls.

There was then another door in front of her. This opened to another and another and another… and so on. the last door was just okay for Kitty to go through, and she hugely anticipated what she’d see when she entered.

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The last door opened onto a checkered hallway, and, as Kitty ambled through, she sensed that is was not empty. Voices whispered, No! Don’t go, Miss! Think of your peril!

Kitty ignored the voices and carried on. A house — just like hers — was in plain view in front of her. And so were a lot of things there.

There was next door’s cat, a ginger Tomcat with a plastered tail and one eye a smidgen bigger than the other (but so cute). There was the twisted yew tree (if you ate its berries you would die from poisoning). She could see the many flats above hers. And the crazy old Puppy Man (rest assured that if you offended him he would throw one of his many puppies at you. And, if you were kind, he’d give you a puppy free)!

There was a lovely smell drifting from the Other Kitchen. She got onto her feet again and strolled towards the Other House in the Other World.

In the Other Kitchen, a lanky man, with bags under his eyes and a long La Roux-like hairstyle gone wrong. Obviously it was her Other Dad.

“Hello, Kitty,” he leered “We’ve been expecting you.”
“Erm…hello.” Kitty said.
“Hello, Kitty,” came a voice from the Other Lounge. “It is lovely to finally have you here.”

Kitty stared as her Other Mum smiled a smile with her rows of too white, too long, too pointy teeth.

Kitty wondered where she was. She wondered what she thought was strange about her Other Parents. She looked ever so closely at them both, and suddenly realized.

Their eyes were made of black glass.

“Erm…what’s cooking?”
“There’s raspberry, loganberry, strawberry and blueberry pavlova in the oven. Back bacon and chips cooking in the grill. And in the other oven over there, is my famous Honey-Glazed Chicken with Sage and Onion stuffing. Cranberry sauce is in the saucepan.”

That’s a very interesting menu Kitty thought. Chicken and bacon?

“Sounds…lovely.”

And so it was. Even better than her Real Father’s home cooking. Much, much better. The bacon was used as the starter, and it was thin, crispy, smoky and delicious.

The chicken was the main course. Kitty could feel the honey melting slowly in her mouth, and the chicken was so succulent…

And Kitty’s favourite part: the berry pavlova. The biscuit base and meringue pattern around the edge combined brilliantly. The berries very slowly glided down her throat.

All in all, the dinner was the best food she’d ever had in her whole life. She yearned for seconds but thought it too rude to ask.

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"A Tribute to Michael Jackson" by Georgia B, Age 11, Class 6KR

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A Tribute to Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson. To a few of us, he was a dad. To others, he was a beloved son, but to perhaps the rest of us, he was a king. The king of pop to be exact. So maybe that's why the whole world was devastated when the news of his passing was spread. Some cried for three days, others acted really odd (like my mum), but others decided that some of these things happen and you've got to learn to get on with life, but they didn't.

His long list of hits like Thriller, Billie Jean, and Bad suddenly shot to the top of the most downloaded and most played lists. Maybe because everyone wanted to listen to his voice. and maybe because they wanted to remember his great music. He also made a sort of film called Michael Jackson: moonwalker. A "pop music phenomenon Michael Jackson's fantasy world is brought to life, completing the show-stopping dance routines and eye-popping special effects." Its odd at the start but gradually turns in to a humour, adventure, and thrilling film. So as I bring my tribute to an end, I want to say this one thing:
Michael Jackson
R.I.P
1958-2009


By Georgia B
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"Jacko: The One and Only King of Pop" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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Jacko: The One and Only King of Pop
A Tribute

Everyone loved Michael Jackson. Yeah, sure, he had done a few boisterous, illegal things, but we loved him and his music will live forever.

In LA, and the rest of the USA heard the shocking news, they were eating their lunch at about twelve and two o’clock. We in the UK, however, went to bed with the information.

He has inspired many, many, many people in his time. From Lady GaGa to Lily Allen; his talent will be brought to us by them, but they will never replace him.

He was the one and only King of Pop, and his one white glove look, and his signature dance moves will be tossed around on the television for ever and ever and ever.

His singles Bad, Thriller, Scream, and You Rock My World will live on forever, and become ever more popular than they were in their time.

And so, here’s to the one and only King of Pop, Michael Jackson!

R. I. P.
Michael Jackson:
1958-2009

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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"Trap Door (Part One)" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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Trap Door [Part One]

1

If anyone had asked Kitty Swann what she’d like to do when she grew up, she wouldn’t have any trouble in giving them a straightforward answer. She would simply say, “My ambition is to be an explorer.”

Kitty’s mother, Casey Swann, was an author on biology. She hardly ever had any time to read Kitty stories, watch a movie or play with her. She was always far too engrossed in reading a book on biological studies or some sort of Anna Jacobs novel, or writing a report on daisies, crocuses, tulips and such.

Her father, Ben Swann, was a worker in the local café, with a specialty in making latté. In his spare time, he would cook — her mother couldn’t cook. When she did it was almost always a microwave package. He did like to garden a lot; he was an author as well, on the art of cooking.

Kitty has her opinions about everything. The new flat, for instance, had many doubtful opinions and didn’t deserve a second glance.

It had indeterminate pink and green wallpaper, which was peeling in the corners of the wall.

Draught entered through the bottom of the door, and one of the bedroom floors upstairs was dangerously rotted with damp and could collapse at any second. This made it uninhabitable.

There were many doors in this flat. One for the kitchen, two for the one master and one single bedrooms, one for the en-suite bathroom. And then there was the Trap Door.

Kitty’s parents had very strict instructions for Kitty to never enter the Trap Door.

Kitty wasn’t the type of person to obey orders, but she decided not to make Casey and Ben angry.

If Casey was aggravated by something that Kitty did, she would almost always say something like:
“Kitty, how many times have I told you not to use the bread-knife on the cheese?”

But Kitty didn’t listen, as usual, and slit open her forefinger.

But her mother would usually forgive her and say something like:
“Oh, Kitty, you silly girl! Let’s make you some frothy cocoa.”

Casey was an easy forgiver.

Kitty had peeked a few times through the keyhole of the Trap Door but could only see the motes of dust floating against black nothingness.

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As I’ve told you, Kitty wasn’t the type of girl to obey orders.

When her mother was out shopping to buy her a new pair of shoes for when she started Year Seven in a few months, she stole away into the kitchen.

The kitchen was home to the key drawer, in which she hoped to find the key of the Trap Door.

To be contined.........

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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"My Secret Scrapbook" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

MY SECRET SCRAPBOOK

All names and place-names in this autobiography are false for the protection of me and those around me.

RECORD of ME

My Favourite Friends
Clara, Amy-Louise, Björn & Benny (these are false names)

My Favourite Book
'Blood Ties' by Sophie McKenzie

My Favourite Character
Tracy Beaker

My Favourite T. V. Show
Primeval

My Favourite Film
The Goonies, She’s the Man & Twilight

My Favourite Filmstar
Amanda Bynes

My Favourite Hobby(ies)
Writing & Illustrating

My Favourite Sport(s)
BenchBall, Hockey, Athletics, Gymnastics & Dance

My Favourite Holiday Resort(s)
Mullion & Perran Sands

My Favourite Food
McDonald’s, KFC & Burger King

My Favourite School Subjects
Literacy, Art & Gym

My Favourite Teacher(s)
Miss Humphrey & Mister Rill (these are false names)

My Favourite Colour
Glacier Blue

My Favourite Animal(s)
Cats, Kittens & Dogs

My Favourite Clothes
George & Denim Stuff

My Favourite Shop
Waterstone’s, WHSmith, Drake Circus & Rajani’s

My Favourite Game
Truth or Dare?

My Favourite Singer/Band
A.B.B.A.

My Favourite Music
Soft Rock, Electronica, Pop, Reggae & Varied


FRIENDS


Clara and Amy-Louise are my best friends, and there is also Björn who lives just down from school; plus his step-brother Benny, I don’t know where he lives…

Amy-Louise
I’ve been friends with Amy-Louise since Year Two, this may sound really babyish but — back then — we used to play this game I made up called SuperKittenz with a z. And we still play it today—it’s more teenager-y now, of course!

Clara
I’ve been friends with Clara since Year Three. I did know her in Year One and Two, but not as a friend. I based one of my serial stories on this game we used to play: The Fantastica Chronicles. I’ve written five stories in this series and they’re for 9-12 year olds.

Björn
I haven’t been friends with Björn for that long. Probably two or three years. He is hell funny! I thought that he would be moving to Wadebridge, because his dad and Benny’s mom are getting married. He isn’t now but Benny is.

Benny
I’ve been friends with Benny since Year Four or Five. He is Björn’s step-brother. He’s weirdly funny, to quote! In our school’s Christmas Pantomime, Cinderella! Rockerfella! as Freddo the Frog, his motto was: ‘A Frog is for Life, Not Just for Dinner’, ha, ha, ha!

FAMILY

Mom
Mom died five months after giving birth to me. From a blood clot in the heart, apparently. I’d probably have loved her.

Dad
Dad can be arrogant at times, but I still love him. I don’t know why but we haven’t made contact for a few years, though we know where each other lives. He does smoke inside and it really pees me off, because I have to breathe it in every time he does. He hasn’t sent me any Birthday cards, Christmas cards or even a phone-call within over two years!

Kat
Kat is one of my favourite cousins, and I live with her, my Auntie Carol and Godfather Jay. She is really kind, loveable and touché at times but anyone could love her, honest.

Harvey
A very menacing funny guy, a bit like me! He lives in Bristol with his girlfriend Kirsten, who is at college studying to be a teacher. Harvey is also one of my cousins — and the funniest — and he is, in a word: great.

Kay
Kay is another of my favourite cousins, and she is a bookworm as well, like me! She lives in ** *******, with her very, very, very cute black cat Solo and housemate Teigan.

Hannah
Hannah is nine now, and she is the cheekiest little minx that I know. She is my cousin and she — don’t laugh, now! — fits into my clothes! Oh my God! Her dad is Sean and her mum is called Leona, they broke up in 2008 and now Hannah is like the Suitcase Kid.

Dave & Greg
Dave is just over my age and is the cheekiest menace that I have ever met, and probably still is… His brother Greg is small but not too small, and he isn’t a spitting image of Dave.

Patrick & James
Patrick and James are the most mischievous, menacing, plotting, cheek-meisters on the planet. They are two and three so that’s what one would usually expect…

Ally & Lucinda
Ally is slightly petite and has long honey-blond hair. She is very funny. Her mother Lucinda is a very good friend (and cousin) of Kay’s and is very ebullient (the word ebullient means cheerful, jolly etc., etc.)

Gran & Grandad Rowe
My eccentric, harebrained, erratic great-grandparents. Gran was born in 1932 and Granddad Nip was born in 1926 but they’re still alive and kicking! They both live at ** ******’* **** in a neat, slightly prim house.

Granddad Ed
All of the grandparent description above. But more up-to-date, happenin’ and a teeny bit less eccentric.

Auntie Carol & Uncle [Godfather] Jay
These are brilliant relatives. They took me in to live with them on 20th of April 2003. I’ve been living with them for nearly seven years now and I’ve only had two days off of school. Nerdy but sufficient!

Uncle Robert & Auntie Florence
Not sure if I’ve actually met these relations…

Uncle David & [Hopefully To Be] Auntie Robyn
Some of the best relatives ever! They are Patrick and James’ mom and dad.

SCHOOL

Robartes
Robartes isn’t too boring; apart from Maths, Science, R. E. and especially the SATs week!
My attendance record usually consists of: 100% attendance (boring!), nine lates and (I’m not a bad boy but…) one exclusion.

Teachers:

Miss Humphrey
One of my most favourite teachers in the world, Miss Humphrey is humorous, intelligent and she loves End-of-Term parties, End-of-SATs parties (though SATs are illegal on the 24th of June!).

Mister Rill
Mister Rigby taught me in Year Five, he is an ex-Royal Marine and could be extremely strict; but we liked him. He can be really funny and really serious, mostly really funny.

Supply Teachers:

Miss Frill
She is one of my A-List supplies. She comes from Canada, and she’s been on our agenda for supplies since Year One!

Miss Palmer
We’ve only seen her once, in the second-before-last year of Year Six.

Teaching Assistants:
Miss Penning
Miss Bloom
Miss Harris
And
Miss Flower

Lessons
Numeracy
Literacy
Physical Education
Science
PSHE
Music
Cooking (Mmm…)
Information Communication Technology
SRE Education

HOBBIES

Ever since I was nine I’ve loved writing, drawing, music and talking.
I’ve written loads of ‘novels’, in every type of genre, including Urban Gothic.

Some of my serial stories are:
The Fantastica Chronicles
The Witch Child Saga
The Boys Series
The Girls Series
The Feline Ark Tales
The Theo Lemon Spy-Stories and loads more…

The Flute and the Recorder
I can’t exactly play on a flute but I can make a tune. I especially like playing a song called ‘A Very Merry Un-Birthday!’ from Disney’s adaptation of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking-Glass.

Writing
I love writing, as Philip Pullman once said: “Without books, we wouldn’t be human beings at all.” Writing lets your imagination free in words.
I am inspired by authors like Jacqueline Wilson, Chris Higgins, Will Peterson, Derek Landy and Stephanie Meyer.

Here is the chorus of a song I’ve written:
It’s ‘because I love you,
You’re my flightless bird,
Just hovering in the air,
Not goin’ anywhere…

Did you like my song? That’s just my chorus!

HOLIDAYS

Mullion
Mullion is my favourite holiday destination, its caravans are brilliant and its amusements are colorful and amazing.
There is an indoor and outdoor pool and a great big amusement arcade house thingy. It’s called Funworks Amusments.
The only thing I dislike is the late-night shows, because they’re for toddlers! Late-night shows!?

Perran Sands
I like it at this park, it’s not as good as Mullion but ah, well…it does have better late-nights, what with Cabaret, Zoo Troop™ Plays and Disco the Night Away!

Bristol
Not exactly a holiday destination, but I went there in March as part of my hols. The bad thing about Bristol is that there is a street full of people who carry guns! If you are white or too loud, they shoot you, simple as that!
Then again, there are loads of cute cats that I’m friends with; Bailey, RJ, etc., etc.

Dawlish
I completely forget what happened at Dawlish, it was sooo long ago!

Woolacombe
I got here by Cliff Railway, and had Supper with Aunty Shirley and Uncle Steve. We had a gorgeous caravan; Grandad Paul took me to see numerous reptiles, like snakes, etc.

CLOTHES

Favourite Outfits
I especially like my Urban Gothic gear I got from ** ******* Asda, it’s their own designer: George.
I love my Wedding, Funeral and Birthday outfit from M & Co. [you may know it as MacKay’s but it’s changed its name]. It is a crisp white-shirt with skull breast-pockets, collar-lining and tie. It also came with some nice black trousers.

Shoes and Trainers
I’m a boy, I’m not all too fussed about shoes, but I’m very fond of my Reebok and Animal trainers — they’re nifty!

Hoodies
I’m into hoodies, not chavvy hoodies, just decent ones.
I’ve got a Nike hoody, a George hoody, a George Bart Simpson hoody and a few more…

Shirts
I’m OK with shirts. Check shirts, coloured shirts, pin-striped and plain.
Shirts go good with Corduroy trousers or black/blue jeans. And a spray of Lynx; preferably Dark Temptation.

Tops and T-Shirts
I am NOT a clothes addict, — far from it! — but I love t-shirts and tops.
I prefer blue t-shirts and tops, but I love white t-shirts and tops!
I used to be a tight-and-stripy t-shirt guy, but now I’m so out of their league (not to sound pigheadedly boastful or anything).

FILM

Comedy
I love comedies with Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler and Jennifer Anniston.
My favorite comedies [my list is sooo long!] include:
Bruce Almighty,
The Mask,
Big Daddy,
and
Click.

Drama
I like dramas like The Da Vinci Code, based on Dan Brown’s New York Times bestseller, and Black Beauty.

Musicals
I Love with a capital L loads of musicals. There’s:
Mamma Mia!,
Oliver!,
Annie
and
Joseph! And His Technicolor Dreamcoat.

Horror
I’ve not watched many horrors. There’s 2002’s Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Ghost Rider and The Dark Knight, if you can count the last one as a horror film.

Fantasy
Here we go! Now we’re getting somewhere with movies! Which one do I start at…?
The Spiderwick Chronicles,
Coraline,
The Harry Potter Series,
and
The Chronicles of Narnia.

Science-Fiction
Sci-Fi is only one of the best things around! Have you ever watched any Sci-Fi films? Alien Autopsy? Spider-Man? Men In Black? If not, watch those three that I’ve just mentioned.

Thriller
Thrillers are great! Do you like Jodie Foster? What about Nicholas Cage? They star in great films like Flightplan — my all-time favorite thriller — and National Treasure.

MUSIC

Pop
I love pop. Girls Aloud, Pink, Miley Cyrus, Lady GaGa, McFly, Busted, The Ting Tings, etc., etc.
Pop makes you feel good, especially the colorful music videos — especially the videos for McFly’s Five Colors In Her Hair and Lady GaGa’s Paparazzi.
I’d advise you to check out Pop Party and Now! That’s What I Call Music compilation album, they’re really…pop-y?

Rock
Heavy Metal, Classic, any rock genre you like, is great to me. I do tend to listen to classic rock quite a bit. You know, Evanescence.
My favorite rock songs are: Call Me When You’re Sober, Lithium, Going Under, Bring Me To Life, Missing, My Immortal, Slow Ride and Poison.
I’m not that into the heavy metal.

Reggae
Reggae and Motown, I like these. Tune into some Lionel Richie occasionally, a little bit of Shaggy and Rayvon.
This is a Jamaican genre, and it makes me feel good, nearly perfectly mad.
Have you ever heard Angel, It Wasn’t Me, Me Julie or Boom Shaka Laka?
Try it.

Dance
Dance is vibrant and enjoyable; it is also often used in nightclubs [along with some ClubLand remixes.].
Do you like Katy Perry? she’s sung I Kissed A Girl, Waking Up In Vegas, Hot N Cold and One Of The Boys.

Varied
Varied is my favourite genre. Alanis Morrisette and — my personal favorite — ABBA.

BOOKS

My Favourite Books
'Skellig' by David Almond
'My Secret Diary' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Story Of Tracy Beaker' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Dare Game' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Dustbin Baby' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Starring Tracy Beaker' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Cat Mummy' [though it makes me cry] by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Lottie Project' by Jacqueline Wilson
'The Suitcase Kid' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Lizzie Zipmouth' by Jacqueline Wilson
'Aesop’s Fables' by Aesop
'The Wind In The Willows' by Kenneth Graeme
'The Borrowers' by Mary Norton
'The Field Guide' by Holly Black
'The Seeing Stone' by Holly Black
'Lucinda’s Secret' by Holly Black
'The Ironwood Tree' by Holly Black
'The Wrath Of Mulgarath' by Holly Black
'Twilight' by Stephanie Meyer
'New Moon' by Stephanie Meyer
'Eclipse' by Stephanie Meyer
'Breaking Dawn' by Stephanie Meyer
'Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland' by Lewis Carroll
'Alice Through The Looking-Glass' by Lewis Carroll
'Black Beauty' by Anna Sewell
etc., etc., etc., etc.

Meeting An Author
I’ve only ever met one author: (there is a 50-50 chance that I’ll meet some more.) Chris Higgins. she is the author of: Pride And Penalties, It’s A 50-50 Thing, A Perfect Ten, Love Ya Babe and Would You Rather? (Would You Rather is published in October; she’s writing a series for younger children later on.).
She told us all about where she lives, her husband and her daughters. How she hitchhiked to Istanbul and across the Serengeti Plain.
I put my hand up the most to ask questions.

My Favorite Author
I love Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Saga [she’s soon going to publish Midnight Sun — it’s the Twilight Saga in Edward Cullen’s point-of-view.].

THE END
OF
MY PRIMARY SCHOOL AUTOBIOGRAPHY

By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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"The Plague of the Eight-legged Alien Arachnids" (Part1)By Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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The Plague of the Eight-Legged Alien Arachnids (Part 1)

Prologue …

Johnny along with Lucinda stared at the hirsute mass of mammoth arachnids running at full speed under them …

All that left when the egg hatched. It is how this pandemonium began. The hatching of an egg. Acknowledge me to a certain extent, the egg if truth be told made hatch a vast female spider to facilitate has previously been in labour and having her infants ubiquitously over town.

This mammoth metamorphosis of spider was formed by means of the prevalent scientist of the parallel 23rd century: Krackwizz Copperpot.

He was a minute bloke amid spectacles in the itinerary of his fifties, all the same then, so more or less every erstwhile mediocre nutty scientist in his period was!

He had a wife called Dakota, a son called Bernard as well as the two pet dogs: Taffy and Tegumai.

He had created a assortment of creations in time: a baby bath into an automatic dog washer with ingenious in -nozzle mechanism of spray which it signals, table tennis has serve-o-matic-a catapult of the mechanism that it recharged having operated every bullet - and the photocopier PILCO - In which it had been embezzled with for photographs to enter, and of lively living beings it goes out. It represents: Photos In Living Creatures Out.

This last clever creation (You remember, the tarantula of the female mutant tarantula) was the first mutant insect in the 5'000,000 moons of the mediocre professor’s life.

The egg as that I mentioned - had cracked and, as in Humpty Dumpty, could not be pieced together once again.

Anyway, of blasting the high mile, the spider of female of 20.5-metre breadth. It has already seemed to be in an unhealthy labour and should not have been groped.

Just like Britney Spears, the spider despised the paparazzi and loathed photographers. She finally noted a path to give birth to her infants.

Her infants let get away in bands, they covered the town of Bodmin, mimicking the quantity of a coverage of snow.

The first mutant insect took its last breath in an alleyway.

Chapter one...Johnny Bomb begins a diary.

February 23rd year 2300

Dear Diary,
My name is the Johnny Bomb and I am 14 and a half; I am from Connecticut in America.
Sometimes I ask myself: am I Johnny Bomb?
I am certainly not a bomb!
I'm starting this diary with the most amazing entry I will probably ever write:
The Plague of the Eight-Legged Alien Arachnids.
It sounds stupid drank every word is true.


The mediocre mad scientist: Krackwizz Copperpot had invented a mutation; a marvellous mutation; a fantastical mutation; a dangerous eight-legged mutation...


By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"End of SATs Party" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

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"End of SATs Party"

We had our SATs all week this week and they weren't that hard but the same routine was boring. So the day our SATs had finished was the happiest day of that week! We had our last Math test and the last SATs test on Friday. I'll skip straight to the party though.

Miss Rawling chose Madagascar for us to watch while they were getting the food ready. When they had finished, We went, in our house point names, to get some food. you were allowed to ether get a plate to share with someone, or a paper towel each. I shared a plate with one of my friends. Me and my friend went to get a drink of cherryade before going back into class. When we were finished with our food, we had to either clean our cups and our plates (if you had one). We watched the rest of Madagascar while the remains of the food where tided up. Then Miss Rawling came into our class as Madagascar was finishing. When it had finished, Miss Rawling put on some Disney songs from films that they made. There was a Shrek song and a Shark Tale song. (if I
left any out, I'm sorry but I couldn't remember them.) :-)

By Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR.

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"The Spring Sparrow" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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The Spring Sparrow


Lucy lay down in the tall majestic grass-blades and margarine- yellow daffodils with her boyfriend Alex. She picked a seed-staged dandelion and blew languorously on it, scattering the seeds in the Spring winds.

Alex leaned over and kissed her, then put his marzipan-white arm around her convex shoulders. Lucy lay down again and curled into Alex’s hip.

‘I love spring,’ she said, sighing contentedly.
‘Me too,’ Alex’s alluring voice said.

As the Spring winds tumbled gently, playing with Lucy’s jet-black hair, she secretly thought about the Season Queen, wondering if she would ever see her again.

She fell asleep, her head lolled on Alex’s chest. She tumbled into a black hole in her mind, falling. Falling. Falling.

She landed on her feet in the same place as she was sleeping. She saw Alex laying there, with her own self sleeping, curled-up like a dog by his side. She was paler than normal, translucent.

A nest of fledglings thronged above her, chirruping sweetly. But she noticed something strange—something irrevocably beautiful. A sparrow with a pink beak and a singular white, star-shaped spot on its brow.

The sparrow glided down to her, like an elegant kite riding the air. Its features changed, the wings elongated, became silkier—like a queen’s gown. The sparrow tinged white, and the colour spread. Then its eyes—its radiant, brilliant glacier blue eyes—became larger. The sparrow grew taller. Taller and taller and taller until it was—gasp!—the Season Queen.

‘Queen,’ Lucy said. ‘I thought I’d never see you again! Oh, and thank you ever so much for saving Tibbs, by the way. Is he immortal?’
‘Nay, Lucy. But he can be, if you wake up and save Alex and yourself from the Boggart Army, they are approaching fast, but visibly.’
‘Oh my God.’ said Lucy. ‘How do I kill them, though? I’m nothing special.’
‘Yes, Lucy. You are something special, and you will defeat them by waking up. The thing that they like the least—please don’t waste my time asking why—is two awake humans.’
‘You said I was something special, Queen. What am I?’

The Queen smiled vaguely, and pressed her right forefinger to her flawless lips, and disappeared with the wind.

A shock ran through Lucy’s whole body and she woke with a jolt. Alex was still there. All of the grass and daffodils. The fledgling nest was still there. But one thing was for certain: the Queen wasn’t there.

Lucy smiled and remembered what the Queen had said: ‘Lucy .You are something special...’

Indeed she was.

By Brandon H

Age 11 Class 6KR


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"Spring Haiku" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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Spring Haiku

Spring-a-ling-a-ding,
the daffodills are here,
spring-a-ling-a-ding!

How to Write a Haiku by Brandon H:
First, write a sentence with FIVE SYLLABLES. Then a sentence with SEVEN SYLLABLES. And finally, a sentence with FIVE SYLLABLES.

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"S.P.R.I.N.G" by Brandon H, Age 11, Class 6KR

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S. P. R. I. N. G.

Spring; let me put it to you straight:
Probably the second-best time of the year…
Rain occasionally, but who cares? I’m singin’ in the rain…
In this time of year, daffodils are out, but, no one really acknowledges this but oh well…
Neglecting Spring is unbelievable, but that’s just the truth of the matter…
Great stuff like chocolate eggs, that’s what people really really want!

By Brandon H
Age 11
Class 6KR

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"SPRING" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

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SPRING

.Spring time is fun time!
..People enjoy it more than summer!
...Ready with the deck chairs! And umbrellas! In case!
....I love the springtime!
.....No one likes to be stuck inside.

(so)..Go outside and enjoy it!!!


By Georgia B
Class 6KR
Age 10

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"Easter" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Easter poem

Easter is a fun time.

And you get loads of chocolate.

So its my fave celebration.

Though you can get other things too.

Egg hunting is fun and cool.

Really yummy eggs!

By Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Anorexia" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Anorexia

I suffer from anorexia. It’s because I refuse to eat. It really is no laugh.
Sometimes I can see my ribcage through my skin in the bath!
One minute I’m plump, the other I’m stick thin.
All of this is because, I throw fatty deposits in the bin.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Beanz. Meanz. Heinz" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Beanz. Meanz. Heinz.

As soon as I get home, I ask Auntie Carr: ‘what’s for tea?’
And she says: ‘Heinz Baked Beans’, cos they’re the beans for me!
I like them with fish fingers, with sausages they’re great!
The only time they’re not is when they’re on Katie’s plate!
When ever I am feeling sad, the family’ll read the signs,
They know what will cheer me up cos they know:
Beanz. Meanz. Heinz!

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Types of Cheese" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Types of Cheese

Leerdammer- A delightfully creamy Swiss cheese with a sensationally nutty aftertaste.
Mexicana- Beautifully textured cheese, straight from Mexico. Blended with spices and above all the best: CHILLI PEPPERS!
Cheddar- The most common. Comes in mild and strong. Great in sandwiches.
Gloucester- Comes with onions and chives also, a delighting exotic (yet British!) cheese.
Red cheese- In a word…magical.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Food" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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FOOD


Food is yummy, food is great! I love Sweet stuff on my plate.

Only food like: roast, guacamole and ham I don’t like!

Overreacting when I’m hungry,

Don’t even tell me: “Eat your greens!”

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"Magic Jokes" from Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

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A few 'Magic' themed jokes that Georgia wanted to share.......
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How does a witch docter ask a girl to dance?
"Voodoo like to dance with me?"
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Why did the wizard turn the naughty girl into a mouse?
Because she ratted on him
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First witch:my, hasn't your little girl grown?
Second witch: yes, she's certainly gruesome
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What contest do witches have?
Spelling contests.
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What did one magician say to another?
"Who was that girl I sawed you with last night?"
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Witch:why have you stopped playing cards with my sister?
Wizard:would you play cards with someone who cheats all the time, is a poor loser and keeps tearing up the cards?
Witch:no
Wizard: no, well nor will she.
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Witch: doctor, doctor! my sister here keeps thinking she's invisible
Doctor: witch sister?
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What do you get if you cross a snake with a magician?
Abra da cobra
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Thanks Georgia B!
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"Magic" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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MAGIC


Magic is a living being that is neither like you nor me.

And it comes in quite handy (literally!) in handless situations.

Greater good or evil, it can bring unimaginable things,

Including; fairies, sprites and other magical beings!

Charmed is the other word for magic, the old spelling is “magyk” but who cares about all that guff even though it’s magical stuff!?


By Brandon 'Camel' H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"A Magic Moment in Gymnastics" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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A Magic Moment In Gymnastics
(O.G.T.F.S.P) (Or The Gymnastics Competition)


I was sooo nervous! My heart was pounding and my legs felt like jelly. I knew that soon the moment would come.
We were about 6 meters away from fate; not far away enough.

I sat in the passenger seat of Mum’s Volvo Estate car, I fidgeted uncomfortably.
Mum honked and honked at the cars in front, which were driving like old grannies. Mum eventually got tired and put on the ‘ABBA GOLD’ CD and sang along to ‘Chiquitita’.

I wasn’t nervous about competing; I was worried Mum would embarrass me yet again…
Last year she spotted me on the mat and shrieked:
“Come on, Sophie! That’s m’ girl! Come on, Soph’, beat their butts!”
How annoying is your mum?
I hate being part Albino, because whenever I blush it’s like I’ve been heavily matted with cherry-red foundation!

We eventually pulled up in front of the comp and parked just to the left of the enamel white door.
Other gymnasts were working their way in along with some members of their families.
I made my way through the maze of ecru coloured corridors into the changing rooms.
Sandra stared at me, she gave me THE EVILS and stuck out her tongue; she probably expected it to slice me through!

In the gymnasium, the contestants sat down on the bench, constantly checking themselves in compact mirrors and literally dehydrating the water in their bottles.

The whistle sounded to start; Jessica took up a pose and started.
She performed a couple of twists and turns and a few zany dance moves, and then rounded off.

The scorecards were held up:
6, 9, 9, 7, 6. A chunky great 39!

Frankie stepped up to the plate; he cart wheeled, did a counterbalance with two chairs and ended with a flawless shoulderstand.

9, 9, 8, 5, 10. A whopping 51!

I wouldn’t stand an ice-creams’ chance in Hell of beating Frankie.

But, when my turn came, I lunged, chest tight, legs straight, ponytail fluttering behind me onto the mat.
I did a few zany tricks walking on my hands, somersaulted and rounded off.

Here it came; the moment of truth:
10, 10, 9, 5, 20. 20? A-a-54!

Mum looked smug when I stood on the 1st place platform, the golden medallion glinting on my leotard.
My little brother, Will, stood a couple notches lower than me on the 2nd place platform and my arch rival, Sandra, scowled on the 3rd place platform; she mumbled “Beaten by a Little family member, what an embarrassment!”
But, I got gold, and there is only room for one gymnastic pro’ in this family; so, budge over, Will, because it’s…
ME!

By Brandon H Age 10 Class 6KR

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"The Tale of Zachary Binx" (witch child trilogy), By Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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This is the third and final installment in Brandon's Witch Child trilogy - be sure to read the other two before this one. Find the first two installments in the posts below.
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The Tale of Zachary Binx

(final instalment of the “witch child” trilogy)

A sweet voice sang from far away in the clouds; it belonged to a platinum-blonde, middle aged witch; she was a Sanderson Sister.

The thump of her broom landing upon the ground of the Binx farmhouse scattered the ducks, geese and cows to and fro.

Zachary Binx was in bed when it happened; the witch, Sarah Sanderson, crept slowly into the room and lullaby-ed his sister, Emily Binx, to a deep sleep, by singing softly whilst forcing her to inhale Wolfsbane and Monkshood crystals; together they form a sleeping potion so strong that it is known as “The Draught of Living Death”.

Zachary awoke hours later, he shook; he screamed.

“EMILY!” He shrieked. “EMILY!”

He dashed barefooted outside, his brother, Elijah, came running.

“Elijah!” said Zachary. “Hast thou seen my sister Emily?”

“Nay, brother,” said Elijah, grimly. “But look; they doth conjure!”

Billowing from the bottom of the steep hill, was puffs and sparkles of glacier blue, lilac, lemon yellow and ochre; the colour of a Witches’ brew.

“Oh, dear lord! The woods!” Zachary shouted. “Elijah, waken Father, summon the others. Go!”

Zachary sprinted so fast down the steep hill, that he got caught on a low branch and just rolled, rolled…

He halted next to a small, slated cottage in the middle of nowhere; the brews excess billowed from the chimney still.

Sarah Sanderson, had only just got there, she had Emily by her side.

“Come, child!” She whispered.

Two more hags were dancing about feebly and drunkenly about the floor, screaming; “dead mans’ toe! Add a dead man’s toe, make it a fleshy one, and add a bit of my own tongue!”

They were Winifred and Mariah Sanderson, also wickedly evil Sisters.
“Ah, Sarah, thee hast arrived, we must prepare the potion and spell now that our little guest of honour has came!” said Winifred.

Winifred’s book-which was given to her by Satan himself- floated to her; the trio of hags edged to the cauldron and recited the spell.

“#Wing of bat, dead woman’s lung. Dead man’s toe, add a bit of my own tongue. #”

The potion fizzed, Winifred took a wooden ladle and was about to feed the life-taking potion to Emily when at last, Zachary piped up.

“NO!” He shouted.

“A boy!” cried Sarah.
“I got him! I knew I smelt a boy!” shrieked Mary.
“Fools, grab him, you idiots!”

Winifred took up her wand and threw a spark line at Zachary; he floated in the air and plummeted to the floor.

“What shall we do with him?” suggested Winifred.
“Put him on a hook, and let me play with him…”said Sarah.
“No!” Snapped Winifred. “His punishment must be more fulsome, more lingering. Ah-ha! I’ve got it! As usual. His punishment shall not be to die, but to live forever with his guilt!”

“Join me, sisters, one, two, three..”

“Twist the bones and bend the back!
Trim him of his baby fat!
Give him fur black as black,
Just…like…this-s-s-s!”

Zachary shrunk down to a black cat.

There was a sudden knock at the door; “Witches!” shouted Zachary’s angry father. “What hast thee done with my son Zachary?”

The witches were taken outside; they stood upon barrels with nooses around their necks.

“I shall ask thee one final time!” Said Mister Binx. “What hast thou done with my son Zachary?”

“I don’t know cat’s got my tongue!” shrieked Winifred, laughing manically.

Mister Binx slid his hand on his neck; the hangman pulled away the barrels.
The Sandersons died.

By Brandon "Camel" H

Age 10

Class 6KR

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"Sorceress" (sequel to Witch Child) by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Note: First read 'Witch Child' - the prequel to this story - in the post below.
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Sorceress

It had been a while since Augustine-Clementine Turpentine had been magically murdered by her cousin, Barbarity, but since she "mysteriously disappeared", the whole village was on a witch hunt for the disappearance of Augustine-Clementine.

Little did they know that in Salem, there were many places for a witch to hide, like the bucket in the well or (don't laugh) Tom Thumb's plum-pie.

Ah, yes, nursery rhymes were literally brought to life then, reader; it might still be like that now.

They stormed through the woods, over the hills and far, far away but they couldn't find a trace of the cousins.

Barbarity had committed suicide, though, indeed, she had taken the blades to her wrists and slashed.

But, Barbarity being Barbarity, was clever. Ah, yes, every witch knows that when a witch dies, it is reincarnated in his' or hers' very own cackling stump as an animal that they favoured.

Barbarity, the good tasted old hag that she was, was reincarnated as a black cat.

By Brandon "Camel" H Age 10 10 Class 6KR

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"Charmed" (song lyrics) by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Charmed

(song lyrics)

I am the sun,
I am the air,
I am ev-ery-thing I need t' be like,
just like anybody else ain't.

And all the fear is creep-in' in,
All the darklighters, and t' whitelighters,
Who're running from sin.

I am the sun,
I am the air,
I am...
Magic

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By Brandon "Camel" H

Age 10

Class 6KR

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"Witch Child" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Witch Child

A lonely widowed old witch sat upon a stool by her murky cottage window; the witch was called Barbarity Spindle, she was the greatest most powerful darklighter in the whole of ancient Salem and she was plotting a revenge.

The revenge was on her demented whitelighter cousin, Augustine-Clementine Turpentine.

'Twas she whom planted sweet smelling freesias in the low maintenance garden; she whom permanently lamed her dog, who sits contorting on its poor, poor head; she whom scrubbed the dirt off of the laundry and 'twas her that...{gulp}...shaved the peach fuzz off of Barbarity's face.

Barbarity sat upon her cackling stump and an evil plan wove itself inside of her tiny darklighter mind.

Barbarity ripped her wand from her tatty cloak and danced around her fire with it, singing "midnight moonlight" whilst rain-dancing around it.

Far away in Argentina-where Augustine-Clementine Turpentine lived- the cousin swelled and swelled, she burst into miniature termites (now that's really small!) and got disgustingly horribly trampled and killed.

Author's note:

As for Barbarity, you'll see what happens to her in the sequel "Sorceress".
Ciao!
"Camel"

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Happy New Year" (song lyrics) by Brandon H, Age 10

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Happy New Year
(song lyrics)

No more champagne

And the fireworks are through

Here we are, me and you

Feeling lost and feeling blue

It's the end of the party

And the morning seems so grey

So unlike yesterday

Now's the time for us to say...

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Sometimes I see

How the brave new world arrives

And I see how it thrives

In the ashes of our lives

Oh yes, man is a fool

And he thinks he'll be okay

Dragging on, feet of clay

Never knowing he's astray

Keeps on going anyway...

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Seems to me now

That the dreams we had before

Are all dead, nothing more

Than confetti on the floor

It's the end of a decade

In another ten years time

Who can say what we'll find

What lies waiting down the line

In the end of 2009...

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

By Brandon H

Age 10

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"New Year" by Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

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New Year
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New year is so exiting

Everyone making resolutions

We shall keep them


You want to do better at school

Even in math!

A fresh, new start is your

Resolution


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By Georgia B
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"The Change Cricket" (sequel to snow spider) by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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The Change Cricket

Sequel to “The snow spider”

Although winter was over, and it had been a month since Lucy had seen her god-guardian, it was still snowing heavily and ever so bitterly cold.

Lucy longed to see The Snow Queen again, but thought it impassible (it’s impassible because nothing is impossible).

But, then again, she never thought that she would be disguised as a cricket, because the Snow Spider would never survive in moments like this.

Yet there the cricket was, perched upon the windowsill in the exact same spot as the Queen was before, when she weaved the poem web.

As it was, the cricket was inside of the window when Lucy went to her bedroom, where it morphed as before into the Snow Queen, though she was clad in a more springtime flowing gown.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Lucy was so gob smacked that she felt amnesic and only just remembered whom she was facing.

“Cricket...?” She wavered.

“Yes, I am here to give you a warning; one of your most beloved pets shall pass on in the future, a most beloved pet, your cat, Tibbs.” She said.

Lucy was almost crying as soon as she was told about the words “beloved” and “die”.

“But,” said the Change Cricket. “It will either pass away peacefully or, if you heed my warning, it will live.”

“Anything for Tibbs, please, please tell me the warning!”

“You must make sure that you don’t take a holiday to Bristol on February 3rd, or he will be tragically run over by an R-reg Ford Fiesta, because the person caring for Tibbs while you’re gone will fall asleep on the job,” she finished.

Suddenly, she disappeared without a trace, apart from the warning written in spidery handwriting upon grained parchment.

FASTFORWARD TO FEBURARY 3rd, 2009: Tibbs-nor any other pet or person- doesn’t die.
Will Lucy be visited by the Snow Queen again? You’ll just have to wait and see.

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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"New Year" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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NEW YEAR
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Neither champagne and fireworks are by.
Each eternisant the topcoats coats and woollies.
When cometh the new year.

You and me lures to have our will to try, or we can also stretch out and die. You and I.
Each makes it to awaken and the senses of the so grey morning, therefore in difference yesterday, continues going in any case.
All take resolutions, by including you and me.
Ready so that 2009 doth have in the store to be.

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By Brandon H

Age 10

Class 6KR

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This is my acrostic "NEW YEAR" translated from English-FRench on a website.*****N.E.W. Y.E.A.R.****Par Brandon H.******

Non plus de champagne et les feux d'artifice ne sont par.

Chacun s'eternisant leurs manteaux et woollies.

Quand cometh le nouvel an.

Vous et moi devons avoir notre volonté pour essayer, ou nous pouvons aussi nous allonger et mourir. Vous et je.

Chacun le fait de réveiller et les sens du matin si gris, donc à la différence hier, continue à aller en tout cas.

Tous prennent des résolutions, en incluant vous et moi.

Prêt pour que 2009 doth ont dans le magasin pour se trouver

"New Year: Dead Loaded!" by Brandon H, Age 10, Class 6KR

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New Year: Dead Loaded!

I trudged home on Friday; I was so glum because when I had arrived into my mum’s tiny, two birth apartment in Doublegates because of this, I've written it in my memorandum:

MEMORANDUM

I stumbled into my mum’s apartment on Thursday; I looked down to see that I'd fallen over the pieces of a bone china teapot. Mum was crouched in the middle of the room, her face is pale. Mascara dribbled from her blank eyes and large nail digs were visible on her neck.
I sat down beside her; even then I literally tower over her!
‘What’s wrong, mum?’ I asked her.
Mum wailed. ‘It’s…it’s, your D-D…your Dad! He’s moved out, he’s took half the flat with him!’
‘Don't worry, mum, we've still got the flat!’
‘We can't keep it!’ she wailed. ‘Without your dad’s money, we can’t keep up with the rent!’
As if the new year of 2009 couldn’t get any worse!

That was my worst memorandum entry ever!

But, it all turned out very much so worse at school.

Billy Edwards was leaning on the school gates, he smirked.

“I’ve heard that your Dad trashed your place and cleared off; bet your mother’s in a big state…”

“You can it, Edwards! Leave my mother alone, my Dad’ll be back, you can bet your last fiver on it!”

“Ooh! Shouting now, is we…?”

His last words were smothered by my fist meeting his big, fat gob!

Blood dribbled speedily from his nose and from the corner of his mouth, he really was a sight!

Back at home, mum sat smugly on the sofa and spread-eagled her arms, I cuddled her.

“I couldn’t wait to tell you, Flossie! You have three guesses as to what I’m going to tell you!”

“Err; you've got a new boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Dad’s hiding behind the curtain?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, I give up, tell me, and leave out the suspenseful wait, please.”
“I've got three jobs!”
“What!?”
“Yeah, I've got six hours babysitting this five year old in this dead posh flat while his mum plays croquet with her friends. A three hour job at Niles’ bakery and I've set up a website on the computer!”

After staring agog at mum for about two minutes, I perked up.

“Mum, you are super, but you can't multitask like this.”

“I can, you just watch me, when you come home on Friday, and we'll be loaded!”

~2~

I couldn't watch mum physically, but what a success her jobs were!

After babysitting the snobby kid, she came home with sixty-seven pounds, after Baking at Niles’, she came home with five-pounds seventy-three every week and her Website (which was called ‘AskEva.net’), letters came flooding in and most were full of fivers and tenners!

Now, fast forward two years and we're dead loaded, splashing in the waves in sunny Costa Brava, bike riding in Cyprus, three holidays each year to James Villas and to top it all off…we went to Disney Land, Florida every two years or so!

Dad never came back, even by the time that I'd had my Sweet Sixteen, but mum’s money and the money I got from babysitting when I turned eighteen, we survived.

Who knew that New Year would be so great?!

By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR

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"Rachel's Surprise Visit" By Georgia B, Age 10, Class 6KR

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Rachel's Surprise Visit

"I miss Rachel so much Mum! I wish she could be here for my 11th party!" whined Kelly.
"Don't worry, dear she'll probably be home for new years," she answered putting up a 'Happy New Year' banner.

"Yeah right! She's in America!! on a fashion course for goodness sake mum!" Still, she may be right. I hang up another bunch of helium-filled balloons, and go up to my room to play online squares with Ally (my best friend).
Suddenly, I heard a blip; in the upper, left hand part of the screen, by the 'email' button, there was the number '1'.
Reluctantly I clicked on it, the screen name was: ******@.aol..com! Rachel's email address!
I hurriedly clicked on it so much that my index finger was in agony!

Hi Kelly!
Sorry I couldn't keep in touch (BTW I'm blushing still because of it!) but I have to keep to a VERY strict schedule! Ms. Fernando is SOOOOO strict! She even makes me wear dreadfully old-fashioned dungarees on the catwalk!
In case you're wondering, I will be coming up for your eleventh birthday!
Hope you're glad!
Love and hugs,
Rachel x.

Oh, my god! Rachel was coming!
I rushed downstairs to literally SHOUT the news to mum.
"Mum!!! Mum!!! Rachel IS coming for my birthday!!! She emailed me and said so!"
"Wow!! Well, we'd better get everything sanitary"
I went upstairs to send Rachel a email back.


Hi sis!!!!
I am sooo excited that you'll be here for my birthday!!! You're the best sister EVER
betta go now c u l8er
Kelly (soz that its not a long email)

Three days later (AKA the day that Rachel comes back) (aka new years day aka Kelly's 11th Birthday)

Rachel was coming!! TODAY!!! I was sooooooooooooooooo exited!!
I cant wait to see.... wait a minute. There was a knock at the door. rat-a-tat-tat-bang-bang!!
RACHEL'S KNOCK!!!
"Rachel!! Rachel!! I missed you sooo much!!"
"I missed you too, pest."
"Come and see what we've done in the dining room!"
I led her to the dining room and sat her down and got her favourite food (I'm her sister. I eat with her 3 times a day! I should know what her favourite food is!!!!)
"I am so glad you are my sister!!"
"You've said that about 3 times now but I know that's because its true."
We danced for a bit and then took a break to open pressies! And then we had my cake and then Rachel put me to bed.

So ends the best birthday ever. With the best sister ever.
This really was a happy new year

I RACHEL!!!!

By Georgia B

Age 10

Class 6KR

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Winter Penguins by Connor, Class 6KR

This is a story about penguins.Its based on Club Penguin.

Once upon a time there was a penguin called Rockhopper. He always dreamed of being the most famous penguin pirate on CP ever to walk on the island.He always bought pirate clothes and boots with his coins, he once meet a really famous penguin pirate called Wiggintune which was as big as CP itself.

His friends were loyal to him, he had respect for his friends so his friends gave it him back. He had a lot of friends but his best were penguins called, Condoblue, Brett Rowse, Cams12, Bogman, Bogman 2 and Piplup. Fellow penguins laughed at him for wanting to be a pirate, but these friends wanted his mate to become a pirate so at least one of them achieved his dreams. Once all of his friends wrote to Wiggintune saying that their mate wanted to be famous penguin and that they have already met. He wrote back to Rockhoppers trusted friends that he remembered Rockhopper and that he wanted to meet him again to see if he was ready for a loyal pirate to help CP. His friends were over excited, but they could not say a word to Rockhopper as it would ruin the suprise.

The day came too fast and Wiggintune told CP to block everyone off so he could meet Rockhopper.His friends were blocked off too but they could not wait to see Rockhopper's face when he saw him. A long talk rested between Wiggintune and Rockhopper that day. When the two of them came out Wiggintune made an annoucement saying....Rockhopper could be a pirate and he said about Rockhopper's friends who did this and said that they were coming too.

Everyone was so pleased for us that when we set off for the seas we didn't care for anything apart from us and were definitely friends and in our hearts close brothers. Now the only remainder is Rockhopper as all the others passed away in a ship wreck, but at least he, the mighty Rockhopper achieved his dream.

The end

This is a story of friendship and all these are my real friends at school.
Condoblue=me
Brett Rowse=as himslelf
Cams12-Cameron M
Bogman=Rhys H
Bogman 2=Charlie H
Piplup-Jed W