"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

Summer Leaves & Lovehearts by Brandon H 6KR

Sequel to “iceshadows & lovehearts”
Summer leaves & lovehearts (or iceshadows & lovehearts part 2)


Karl felt a sudden pounding, an urge, non-instinctively; he swept her off of her feet.

Karl felt exhilarated; he bowed his head down close to her face, slowly bending closer, closer...

Suddenly, the trees started to give off an uncontrollable heat; cars de-iced, snow evaporated, the sun blazed and leaves grew lush green on the trees.

The girl herself had changed; wearing a corset made from tendered leaves and a skirt with golden lacing.

ABBA was playing in Karl’s head:

Honey, honey,
How you thrill me,
Uh huh,
Honey, honey...

Before he knew it, he was singing it out loud!

He slowly picked up where he left off, his lips met hers…

Anyway, let’s get away from that icky, sickly part and back to the more important parts of this romance.

It used to be law in the land of eternal winter that love between warm blooded people and season shifters was forbidden, but it may still be law.

The Gift Bringer by Brandon H 6KR

A novelisation of “the gift bringer”, based on the nativity by years 3, 4 & 5

IN A SMALL VILLAGE THERE LIVED A WOMAN CALLED BABUSHKA, she was dressed in a snow-white shawl and a tatty, burnt umber frock.

BABUSHKA OWNED THE TIDIEST HOUSE IN THE VILLAGE, she frequently checks to see if it was spic and span nearly every two minutes!

MONDAY WAS A MOPPING DAY, Tuesday a dusting day, Wednesday a “changing” day (this day she changed the appearance of her hut), Thursday a brushing day, Friday an exterminating day (where she either tidied dead bugs or killed them), Saturday was a scrubbing day and on Sunday she finally rested.

AS DAY DIMMED, the people of the village were surprised to see that light was billowing in from the east, on the road to Bethlehem.

“LOOK! THE STAR!” Cried a child, “Look at those figures silhouetted against the light! They’re heading this way!”

“LOOK AT THEIR HEADS! THEY’RE ALL SPIKY AND SHIMMERING! THEY MUST BE KINGS!”

INDEED THEY WERE, as the figures approached, long, scarlet robes with golden lining were revealed.

THE KINGS CRASHED AT BABUSHKA’S HOUSE FOR THE NIGHT, the next day, Babushka hesitated before scooping up a couple of toys in a wicker basket and traveling with them.

THE KINGS AND BABUSHKA CAME TO A STABLE IN THE VILLAGE OF BETHLEHEM, inside were three wise men, half a dozen shepherds, a girl all in baby blue, a stout man dressed like a shepherd and a spotless baby in a manger.

THE BABY WAS CALLED JESUS, Mary, the baby blue girl said he was Jesus and that he was god’s son, a king among men.

Iceshadows and Lovehearts by Brandon H 6KR

Iceshadows & lovehearts


Surely the ice realm can’t feel the incredibly overwhelming power of love, even if they are face to face with a witty, beautiful person.
But if you think so, you’re wrong.

We humans can’t always understand that we need to take a sense of wonder of the world around us, and understand why, and what it holds in store for us.

Esmeralda was an ice girl; her mother never felt love, neither did her grandmother, her great grandmother, her auntie, no relation of hers had ever felt the sensual, romantic feeling of love.

This is the tale of how the first ever ice person that ever fell in love, went head over heels for a seventeen year old called Karl Cunningham.

As Karl was trudging home in the thick, bleach white snow, he stopped.

The snow in front of him built itself up, until it was a very detailed ice sculpture.

The features magically carved themselves into life, the icy hair began to shimmer with a golden glimmer; Karl was gob smacked as the hair started to tumble over the figure’s shoulders.

Up until now, Karl had only been focusing on the hair, as he shook himself; he noticed how humanly she looked.

It was like the description of “Snow White” without hair as black as ebony.

Karl felt a sudden pounding, an urge, non-instinctively; he swept her off of her feet.