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 DIVING AS AN OLYMPIAN…

My mind was fighting unwanted thoughts as I started the long climb up the silver ladder. The light reflected of the metallic bars as a got higher and higher, a couple more steps and i would be able to show the world what i can do. I was now at the top. My heart was racing its own race. The smell of chlorine crept through my nostrils as I got closer to the end of the diving board. The diving board was a shiny pearl white type of a colour. I pulled back my arms and then… I dived. As I plunged through the air I realised I was diving for my future. I flipped backwards and then twisted like a screw, tumbling freely towards the bottom of the pool. I break through the liquid surface, the water ripples with only a few drops of water leaving the pool. I had done it. Without fail.

Amy

The little green piece of timber awaits. Waiting there with a blend of red and black swirls from the other Side of timber so scary, it's blinding. It's time, the white spare spins through the air and my accessory glided through the atmosphere and hit it to the other side of the timber.

It had started, the death round had started, I was so scared I could scream, so nervous I would vomit.“ba boom ba boom” mimicked through my ear I couldn't tell if it was the world or the nervousness pumping through my body to scared to come out. “Shing” I had no idea what that was, all I knew was that I had won!

Now I screamed, now I jumped now the pumping through my body stopped and excitement pumped through my body with a message with it “ what will happen next?”.

Ardra

If I was an Olympic athlete

Trampolining

As I climb on to the trampoline I feel like I'm going to collapse. The Springs start to strain as I hop on to the trampoline. I start to bounce getting higher and higher. I do the last bounce and I start rotating for the triple backflip. As I get to the third backflip I open up and bounce and do a backflip 360 and I land it perfect. I hop off the trampoline and I what for my results. I go gold.

Brayden

If I was an Olympic athlete...

I am feeling scared because I don't know if I will get into the top 3. My body is feeling sore because I have pushed myself to get into the top 3. I am nervous because I am waiting to hear my results. The best swimmers have come last. I am first! It is so exciting! I am proud to be first, I have trained for 4 years.

Charlotte

If I were an Olympic athlete…

Waiting in a cramped room feeling claustrophobic, wondering how I got to this stage.  Unfamiliar voices chanting my name ‘ Let's go Georgia, Let's go!’ It was my time to represent my country. Walking towards what seem like a death trap not able to turn back. From a little girl wanting to achieve her dream, to now walking onto the court, millions of eyes gazing down. Getting myself ready for the biggest match of my life. This was for Gold.

My uncontrollable sweat oozes out of my body as I pick up my racket. My opposition giving me the eye. All I here now is ‘Let's go Anastasiya, Let's go!’ Competing against a Russian is one of the hardest things you will ever do. You had to go through excruciating pain with blood, sweat and tears. Was this going to be my turn for gold.

Georgia

If I were an Olympic athlete…

My throat felt drier than the skin of a crocodile but I resisted the tempting urge to take a long drink that would cause me to get stitch. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was struggling to find the perfect pre running stance, I was shifting my feet nervously and felt like hundreds of eyes were piercing into the back of my head. The air smelt fresh and clean but I felt ready to  suffocate. Pressure was high and my head was full of evil voices, taking over my train of thought. Those thoughts started to fade as I heard my coach,family and supporters of New Zealand cheering me on “Go for gold”, “You can do it”. I go to approach the starting line but freeze on the spot with nerves, I Focus on my supporters encouraging cheers, maybe I can do it, maybe I will get gold. I stride up to the starting line with trembling feet.

Hanna

If I was an Olympic athlete...

I would stand on the springboard and wait for the final command of my coaches familiar voice. I could smell the chlorine as it wafted up my nostrils. I did 5 jumps and then took my final leap as I did a flip in the air my heart started pumping faster and faster. With a huge splash I entered the waters surface and kept on going down until I finally touched the bottom of the pool with the tips of my toes, I hoped I would get a gold for my country. I felt a gang if massive bold bright monarch butterflies shimmering as they flew around my body, had I done well enough to impress my coach or not. I tried to stay positive but that was not as easy as I thought. When I was out I realised how long I had to wait. Finally it was time for the presentations. When I heard an unfamiliar voice shout my name I walked up and collected my medal it was GOLD!

Jasmine

A Gallipoli story

Gallipoli 1914

Day 1

Dear Diary,

We arrived at the Gallipoli shore, guns firing at us as we jumped off the boat. Soldiers were falling around me, splashing into the water. We raced to a trench, trying to hide from the enemy. Black smoke covered all sight of the land above. Bullets skimmed the top of the trench. The enemy was close. We all knew we had to go out and fight. We climbed out of the trench, waiting, waiting, waiting. Bombs went off behind us making mud sting our faces. We ran towards the enemies yelling at each other to stay in line. I could hardly see. My heart was beating as I heard people yell then collapse beside me.

Day 2

Dear Diary,

I woke up to dim light, peaking through the gap in the trench. The other soldiers were awake, preparing for the next fight.

I had just got dressed when bombs started exploding, leaving big holes around us. I heard footsteps getting louder and louder until they were right above us. We all quietly climbed up the ladder and then started firing. My friends were getting shot, but I couldn't think about that, I had to carry on. As I was running, I felt a sharp pain in my arm. When I looked at it blood was oozing out of the hole in my arm, I yelped in pain. I ran back to the trench where lots of other injured soldiers lay,. I got my armed bandaged and started drifting off to sleep.

Day 3

Dear Diary

A shower of dust poured over me, waking me up from my dream. I shot up and quickly got dressed. I grabbed my machine gun and climbed onto the  battlefield. Bullets were buzzing past me. I dived onto my stomach, still shooting. This was the big day, the day we were going to fight our hardest. Air raids shooting over my head, going off behind me, followed by a cluster of dust. I saw dark shapes running towards me. at first I thought they were my friends, but as I looked closer, they were shooting at me. The enemy. I shot back instantly, hoping they didn't get too close. I ran back, still trying to write my diary. I was stupid enough to think I could write my diary on the battlefield. I have to start writing now. Its time to fight.

Katie

A day in the life of a soldier

28th July 1914

Day 1

Before the sun was up for the day, I put something over the lantern to stop it burning.  I held on tight to the crinkled photo of my family back home, I missed them terribly.  As tears rolled down my cheeks, I quickly put the photo back in my pocket and hoped that I would see them again one day.  As I shook with fear, I managed to gobble down a sandwich (it takes a lot to put me off my food)!  After I had breakfast, I nervously picked up my grenades and my sniper rifle which was the weight of an anvil.  The smell of smoke danced with my nostrils and death was all around me.  Crack, boom, whiz the grenades were flying through the air as I climbed up out of the wet, smelly trench ready to face my foe.  

The End of Day 1

When I arrived back to our bunker I felt so sleepy, I was dirty, hungry and scared.  But most of all I was thankful for not being killed or injured.  John, Sean and Jeremy were injured, they were laying next to me when we were shooting at the Turks.   Unfortunately there was no time to take a nap, we had to repair the trench, mend the hatch and clean my sniper rifle. There was groaning and crying all around me.  The night went so slowly it took forever for the sun to rise! The only thing keeping me going are my diary entries and the photos of my family.  

Brock

Gallipoli

Boom!

I jump down as my fragile body collides with the ground. I look up as the bullet skims the top of the trench. Aaaaaaaah screams everywhere, I turn around to Arthur, "Arthur,  Arthur are you there?" I whispered but wanting to yell, no answers... my exhausted body runs in terror. Looking straight ahead I trip over Arthur. Blood, dark sticky blood dripping from his head. I relax my hand down on the dirt, not thinking where I place it, my hand lands in a dark sticky red puddle. I struggle to breathe as the thick dark smoke takes over the fresh air. My eyes fill up with water so all I can see is a big blur. I bite my tongue in anger thinking of losing all my friends, Arthur was all I had left. A tear runs down my face aiming straight for the dark pile of blood, it ripples the puddle.

I wipe my face and clear my mind trying to think of the positive side. I stand up wanting to fall to the ground, as a sharp pain rushes through my leg... I look down at my leg I have a big split down it, I stop for a second thinking how could it have happened. I think back to earlier and realise before I was in the trench on my way I weaved through a barb wire fence and I must have cut my leg on that.  

I run on my unstable legs to get out of the trench and into the danger zone. I climb up the side of the dirt as flakes of dirt slip to the ground. I grip my hands on to a clump of dirt using all of my upper body strength to pull myself up and over the trench edge. I bend over to look at my leg it's not looking much different. 

Boom! Someone's fired right towards me. I try to make a swift movement, not sure if he got me, I start feeling an aching pain in my head. I fall over and well, I think about getting up to help my remaining team so I do. Then I make my way down to the trench. I run to find someone from my side. I see someone in the distance... I run towards them just as I see a big group of them firing at me I realise I have made it to the opposite teams base. I fall to the ground my eyes sluggishly shut and a black background takes over. And I think this time I'm going to stay, and there I was in the middle of the trench jammed between other bodies. DEAD.

Millie

 Gallipoli

The night was cold but the days were worse, every day we lost 7 soldiers, I was relieved that I haven't died. It was only the second day we woke up to a loud BOOM and BANG!!! I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I was fighting for what's right and for my country.

The enemy started shooting and threw bombs over. We all dived, only then when they thought they got us and started to celebrate, I decided to get a grenade and throw it over to the Germans, but only then I remind myself, you have 10 seconds to pull and throw, so then I yanked the string and threw it. Flying through the air it landed over by Germans the leader picked it up and BOOM! It exploded right that moment. The leader crushed to the sticky, gooey mud. The Germans came thundering over, I didn't know what to do.

My hands were sweaty and my heart was going nuts, I felt like I was going to die, of a heart attack. I hope I live, so when I go home I could have my Mum’s famous macaroni cheese, it's the best...

I had to lead my team so I started running, then my teammates fooled me. Charging we get out our guns and BOOM! 1 German, then goes another BOOM! But it didn't come from our side, I heard a groan. I looked around, it was my best friend Zara she was down on the ground blood rushing down her arm. She needed help but so did my team, I needed to make a decision.

I grabbed Zara and chucked her over my shoulder. Running, I got my gun and BOOM! Trying to protect myself, I got to the hospital I stayed with her for 5 minutes, she told to go back onto the battlefield. I rushed over and told everyone to shoot on 3. 1, 2, 3 BOOM! They all go down at once. Feels good.

We had cuts everywhere, blood down our faces but I could not be happier. " Good bye war and hello home".

By Georgia 

Gallipoli

I woke up this morning to a loud yelp, I looked next to me to see Nicholas bleeding in agony, a sniper bullet had flown through his chest, I cried out for help wondering if one day this would be me, "I'm so sorry Nicholas" I had whispered insecurely.

I ran, and ran, wondering if this could ever end, a bullet flew over the top of my head, I ducked and reached for my gun. I was shooting aimlessly. I thought to myself, is this really what I want for the rest of my life? stuck in this hell hole. I pulled out my photo of Joanne, tears streamed down my face. I told her I would return,  but now that sounds like a dream. I snapped back to reality, BANG!, thick black smoke filled the air like a wave of tar.

I sprinted down the dusty track and called my Comrade. The dust filled my lungs as I tried to gasp for air. I reached for my gun as a rush of pain filled my body. It was a Turk! blood oozed out of my hand, the pain was excruciating. I bravely stood up forgetting about the risks that this will cause. I fired my rifle... he fell down.

I ran, puffing for air, "David!" I yelled in horror. His eyes wide open, but he wasn't there. A booming rumble shook the ground and I knew I had to run. I jumped on Billy and galloped. Then I found myself in the emptiness of no mans land. It was so silent I could hear myself think, it was like I was the only one left, like there was nothing else but me. I wandered over cautiously and jumped in to an Icy cold river. I attempted to wipe the thick layer of mud of my boots failing once again, BANG !the guns started, I fought back.I held on for as long as I could. I shot. A hot gooey liquid oozed out of my chest, My life flashed before me, gone too fast. The blackness filled my mind... every time I took a breath the pain shot through my body. A hot sticky liquid filled my mouth. “JAMES!” I heard someone scream, before I drifted into nothing.

By Samantha

1914 July 26 Gallipoli

We woke 3 days ago and heard that war had been declared with the Germans. It has never been so real until now. We have been given an order to charge in the evening. Being in the heavy artillery rank we had all of the big guns. Far away from the front line. 

20 minutes to go and we line up the cannons. 1 minute to go. Fire! Boom! Boom! Boom! Reload! I pull the hatch and put in the next round. Fire! Boom! Boom! hold fire! Incoming shells, take cover! The shells plowed into the cannons and all of them were disabled in some way. Everyone was in panic. We run to the last trench and I grab a sniper rifle and look through the scope. The charge is going bad so I take aim and fire, miss! I fire again and hit a Turk in the arm. We move forward and shoot like crazy. Bang Bang Bang Bang! Reload. 

 I run to a sniper tower and snipe a terk Gatling gun. Then a German manned machine gun and it makes an impact because they leave a trench with nobody in it and our men are a little more safe now. In the next trench I see through my scope that they are setting up guns, cannons and Gatling guns. Not good I thought, if they charged after too long we would be utterly destroyed. So I run to the reinforcement troops to help. 

By Sam
A soldiers Diary

May 1915

I first ran to my tank, I drove to my trench and I got my rifle out of my holder. I saw someone running past, my heart sank to my feet. One meter behind the two soldiers there was a truck searching in the trench opposite my trench, so I shot the guy who was driving the truck in the head and hit the passenger. He fell into the mud, so I chucked them both over the barbed wire fence.

Cannons were aiming at my tank so I threw my mustard gas grenade at the guy behind the cannon. He let go of the rope .My guy jumps out of the top and stabs the guy in the neck. I turn around in the tank I went up the hill I see some Germans in a big boat A screaming noise went for two minutes, then 1200 cannons came out into view The Germans looked up at the hill so I snipped the driver The cannons fired at The boat the it blew up so I jumped out of my tank.

So I start digging my hole, it was twelve O’clock The ground shook In the morning I saw 15 ships in the distance. I left the tank there and we all went into the 56 submarines. We dragged them in with a truck, my submarine was 9th so I waited 15 minutes. Mine was next, my eyes went blurry A sniper got my friend in the heart. I went under water There was a baddies submarine I blew it up By the time that happened 18 boats were already sunk  1,950 feet until the bottom of the sand We only had 12 left. We blew up all the ships with a floating tank.

It was lunch, I went hunting and got a pig. I dragged it all the way back to my trench and cut it up.

By Tyler

A Mans best friend

Day 1

"We attack at dawn" said the commander so get some shut eye. As we bunker down I see a man with a black coated dog with some sort of leather bag around its neck. I ask him what it’s for and the man says "I have trained him to be a mail dog so if any one gets lost then he can find them and he will take a letter back to the trenches". He turns around and slides into his bunk. I take one last look at the dog , about to ask what his name is.I am then  interrupted by the man. “By the way his names Sam.” We all fall asleep except guy. I tried to cheer him up but he was not happy I couldn't calm him down and then the commander came in and gave him a hard time. I said “He's home sick, leave him alone”. Then the commander whacked me in the head with the handle of his gun, I don't retaliate. I turn around and slip in to my bunk and that was the first day.

Day 2

As I woke up, that was it. It just happened, everyone was ready. The commander shot his handgun into the air and screamed. We rush out of the trenches and I stood there in shock watching everyone die. Then I saw the dog owner dead right beside Sam. Sam would not move so suddenly I threw the dog in front of me and yelled at it to run. I run the other way trying not to trip I was not going to shoot anyone I would never shoot someone. My dad always said don't shoot someone before you know them. Suddenly I see some man behind me getting torn up by thousands of little bullets, that did not help my confidence. I keep staring at the torn up man in shock and run. I tripped on another man's dead body and fall down a steep shell hole. I had broken my leg. I think I will die here I'm sure. I sit there for several hours then suddenly a german peeks over the the shell hole and lifts his rifle in front of his eye. I watch him as he slides his hand on to the trigger. Then I see something latch on to his neck behind him. It was a black shadow with a leather bag around his neck, it was Sam. I yell with relief and grab a letter and write asking for help informing them I’m in one of the steep shell holes. Then I tell the dog to get the others and it bursts off into the distance.

One and a half hours later, I hear men yelling from out of the shell hole and it was English. I use the rest of my breath and scream repetitively till I see heads at the top of the distance they carried me back into the trench and I lay there with relief that I was still alive.

Ali    

The Anzac soldier

My eyes bloodshot, my teeth chattering and my heart pumping like a steam train. I could hear footsteps above ,thank God for this trench If it had not been dug I would probably be dead. With my rifle by my side I bravely stood up... I had been shot in the leg. I had to use my upper body strength to climb out of the pit hole. As soon as I was out I made a run for it. Everything slowed down my sight blurred and I flopped into the cold mud ...

7th of May 1915 John Walker

K.I.A

Back in time...

There was a knock on the door and I slowly made my way down the hallway and opened the door... I knew straight away what was happening. Soon I was wearing ridiculous navy green overalls and had black paint smeared across my face. As I marched across the battlefield with shotgun shells zooming past my face I saw a mini trench. I clambered through the thick mud and slipped in the hole oh no!

By Dominic

Home a “war” story  

My pets called me, "Home here boy." Why they called me Home, I had no idea. But I still responded with a wag and a leap. They had come back for the place full of CRACKS and BANGS!!! But usually I just called it the field of screams. As a child I had little understanding of this alien world and the human language.

I had been with my pets since the start of this "war". At least thats what all the humans called it. Ben and the other pets ruffled my fur, while bloody objects on moveable beds were taken deep into the trench. When the pets came back the bloody objects were gone. I fell into a deep sleep only to wake up to a loud RIPPING. Only then did I realize that the field of screams was now here. I searched for Ben, he was my favourite pet. I finally found him asleep deep in the dirty trench, I lay next to him on the hard stones while other humans were ripped apart. Without knowing I started to whimper uncontrollable. It was a deafening noise but no one woke up. Humans hearing was really bad so was their sense of smell, blood and smoke whoof into the air. I buried my nose and hope that it was all a dream, but, I couldn't wake up. I started to tense. Something hit my head and I fell asleep.

When I awoke I directed my attention to Ben… But he was gone, and had been  replaced by another horrible smelling, bloody object.    

Emily

Term one Poetry - 'The best part of me'

My Legs

Running through the warmth of an early summer morning as my legs are pumping,

Lying on the sand of the beaches of nz getting tanned in the summer sun,

Helping me move down the turf of a hockey field and get in the right position to shoot for a goal,

My legs are like pistons in a V8 Lamborghini speeding down the highway.

By Jack

My Shoulder

My shoulder shapes my body

They carry the world on them

They make me look slim and tall

They are like boulders that connect forearms to my body

They are as symmetrical a circle

What would you do without them, you would be armless.

Ali

My nose

My nostril flares like a ladies skirt from the waist,

My nose smells small stinky things wafting through the air,

Nostrils twitching like a cats tail when irritated,

Freckly nose like a speckled hen, as smooth and pale as slippery snow,

Nose hair filters germs, like vacuum cleaners sucking up dirt,

The bridge between my windows to the world is like a skateboard ramp sloping forward,

My nose when I need it pinches smelly smells and warns me of danger !

Brock. 

My elbows

I use my elbows to open the door, but won't hold my cat any more

Elbows are hairy and they can look like a hairy fairy that came from hairy berry

My elbows are full of tricks-opening draws while slamming doors

Elbows pop out, they’re like a dogs snout but you can never doubt about that snout

When I brush my teeth my elbows pop out, you’ll never believe the things that you see.

Georgia

MY EYES

My eyes allow me to see, they let me see the world in front of me.

They are as blue as the sparkling, never ending ocean. They make a good, let's say, looking potion.

I can read, I can write, with my magnificent sight, my world wouldn't spin if I could not see the light.

They sit on top of my nose, when I sleep my eyes seem to close.

I sometimes cry, with my eyes, but without them, I would wonder why.

They let me see, they let me be, the kind of person I want to be.

Katie

My Hands

If we did not have hands we would not live

They are the key to the world

Hands, we are lucky to have them so we can grasp things

Turn door handles

Nothing would have been invented

Sam

MY SKIN

My skin is golden, as golden as Miss Hersh’s scones.

My skin is an out-a-shell that stops my blood trying to escape.

My skin has its own built in sunblock, the reason is unknown.

My skin is specially made for me, for my very shape.

Another thing I thought I should consider, my skin is a larger organ than my liver.

Nick

I like my thumb.

Life without thumbs would be like a dog without a tail,

tieing up my hair would become such a fail

Thumbs are like toy machines reaching for snacks

I just hope that I'm not too loud making things crack

Without a thumb I would be glum

Life would be boring and I would drink rum!

Xanthe

MY EYES

My eyes are like the moon sitting in the sky.

They live in a crater beneath a protective cover of my eye lids

My eyelashes protect my eyes like a knight in armor protecting a kingdom,

My eyes are blue like the sea glistening in the sun

My eyes show emotion like emotive clowns

Samantha

MY EYES

My eyes are blue and green, when I look in the mirror they are glistening

My eyes are my window to the world and they are only the size of a pearl

Without my eyes I don’t know where l’d be, and I wouldn’t be able to see

Like my eyes they are uniquely me.

Nicole

2014

Term 4 Writing samples: Writing a narrative using the story starter :


I heard a whisper, but no one was there....

Lost

I heard a whisper but no one was there. I swivel around, jittering, I place my barefeet on the cold, hard pavement. The sponginess of the grass no longer there to comfort my freezing toes. My numb fingertips sting, I tuck them into my jacket pockets. My breath is shaking with every gasp, I am now desperate for air. The night had darkened quickly and I only imagine being home in the warmth and light, if only... If only it wasn't for my brother.

Hesitantly, I keep searching in hope of finding my lost sibling on this frightening, gloomy night. I turn back around and continue walking the long hard search. The icy wind cuts through me like shards of glass. The fresh blanket of snow, crisp and clean crunches with every step. The trees are shivering, as they dance and sway to the rythym of the wind. This silence is deafening.

I am almost about to give up when I hear the whispers again, cracking the silence. My blonde hair curls around my fingers, as my scream seeps through the neighbourhoods.

I desperatley fumble for my phone, and clumsily dial the three numbers I feel necessary for completing this endless hunt. "Hello, 111. Please state your emergency?" The mono-tone voice asks. I draw in a single breath and explain. "My little brother, he's lost and I can't find him. We were playing hide and seek and now he's... he's gone and I can't find him anywhere. Please... Please help."

Within what seems like seconds do the police arrive. Their siren blaring and lights flashing. I collapse in a puddle of tears. Reality sinking in on how serious this matter has come to. "He wouldn't have gone far. We'll find him, it'll be a peice of cake." The police reassure me.

The whispers come back. Haunting me with every step I take with the search party. Searching...The whispers get louder with every daunting second and before I know it, I'm drowning in my own screams.

The voice comes to shouting volume, and I have to calm myself down and listen intently to hear it over my own desperate shouts of my pondering mind.  I glance up and gasp. It's my brother looming over my parilised body. Shouting "YOU FOUND ME!" I manage to choke out a "What?" "I was giving you clues to help you find me." My joyful brother explains, and suddenly all the puzzle pieces fit together and I am no longer rumaging for explanations.

"I was whispering to you that you were getting closer and closer." My jaw drops as I burst into tears of joy. "Alex!!! Where were you!?" I yell embracing him into a tight squeeze. "I was hiding in the bush." He laughs. "I am so glad I found you." I say through clenched teeth. "I am too." He says buried in my arm. His face lights up. "Can we go to the park tomorrow?" "Sure! Why not?!" I yell excitedly as I apologise to the police for the misunderstanding.  

Then we walk home hand in hand, chattering continusely about the day's events. I collapse on the couch when we walk in the door, exhausted, yet relived I managed to find my brother. And after a long day I relax, and sink into the couch and fall asleep under the watchful eye, of my little brother.

Brianna ☺️

Silent Killer

The knock on the door echoed through the old creaky house but I wouldn't dare answer it. Then the we heard the rusted metal door swing open, we heard a faint whisper but no one was there.

My brother Harry crouched down next to me crying his eyes out he was very scared and so was I. We both had heard the whisper but there was no one there. We were hiding in the wrecked bedroom behind the bed downstairs I had a good view of the door so I was sure that no one was there. But suddenly the bedroom door slammed shut and the power cut out as a massive dust cloud blow into my face I couldn't  see anything. All I could hear was foot steps on the room and the door swing open and shut which blow more dust into my I eyes. I took a minute or two to get the the dust out of my eyes and my eyes to re-adjust to the gloomy dark bedroom. I quickly checked to make sure Harry was ok but he was gone.

After I checked the whole room I froze in shock I had just let my brother be taken away by some evil man or woman and I had no idea what they looked like. But I still had a chance to find him. I ran over to the door with rotted wood all over it to find that this person who had taken my brother had padlocked the door. I ran to the smashed wardrobe that had been tipped over on the hard concrete floor and grabbed the rusty axe I ran up to the door with axe I'm ready position and adrenalin pumping through my body and I smashed the door. The old rotten boards on the door went flying they crashed all over the floor.

I squeezed through the hole in the door. Sprinted up a flight of stairs to find that my brother was being held over the edge of the balcony by an old man with grey hair who was yelling at my brother saying "if you don't tell me where this money is I will let go of you" but I was the only one who actually knew where the money was my brother was yelling and screaming at the old man telling him that he had no idea where the money was.

I ran up to my brother grabbed him and put him down safley. I told the man that the money was downstairs under the stair well. The man went racing down the stairs to the money i followed him with my brother except we ran straight out the door. The old man got the big bag of money he was running towards the door I was standing 2 metres back from the door with my hands out he tripped over the wire in the door way, the money went flying out of his hands into mine and me and Harry ran we ran 100 metres down the roads hen we turned back to see the house had erupted into a ball of flame.

BEN T

THE VAN

His warm fingers interlocked mine, as I leaned my head on his sturdy shoulder. I was uncomfatable but he bent down and kissed me on my forehead so that covered the pain.

We were striding along in the dark of night, the moon shoon against the lifeless buildings.

Everything was perfect until... All the street lights flickered off exept the one above us.

We simutainiuosly looked up, it stayed glimmering in the dull. That was strange, and then the nightmare began. Like something from a horror movie a black van crept towards us, and parked right beside us. It's engine purred, we froze and then both started to run. Two men jumped out of the van and sprinted toward us, they tackled us, dragged us and threw us into the car.

I woke up in a haze, my head throbbing, I heard heaving breathing beside me and instantly knew it was Jake. I tryed to speak but my mouth was duck taped, I tryed to move but the ropes were too tight. I could not see, it was still night, well that's what I thought.

I heard voices, three of them, but I could not see any figures.

We were lying on concrete in a warehouse of some sort.

Two large hands grasped me and a foot concaved my upper ribs. A trickle of blood dripped down my wrist, they'd cut the ropes off and slit my arm, I heard a faint whisper next to me " Bella, Bella, help! "

I thought they'd stopped but it only got worse, a boot flew at my head and with great forse cracked my nose. The pain dropped down to my throat and I couldn't breath. They ripped off the tape from my mouth and I spat a mixture of teeth and icky blood onto the ground.

They lifted me up and smashed me back down on the floor of the van, I felt other bodies around me spuirming and groaning in pain.

Another body was thrown in, It landed straight on top of me, the hand rested on my shoulder, I trailed my finger across their arm and onto their face. It was Jake, he was cold and stiff .....................................

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He. was. dead

A tear dribbled down my cheek, the pain in my chest was even more unbearable now, but I had to fight back. Suddenly the vehicle started moving, it nudged forward, I could see much better now and the anger was drowning my soul. They would die, they would all die.

We had drove out of the warehouse and then onto bare road. I could see the grass on the side verge. I could jump, I thought. No, I was NOT going to die like this. I sprang into action and stepped over the back seat, and the driver caught a glimpse of me he yelled out " hey!" He swerved and slammed the brakes. I quickly pulled the slide door across and rolled out onto the asphalt. I stood up and started running, this time I WILL get away .

I ran, my legs wobbled with adrenaline, a water full now streaming down my face. My breathing was like sandpaper, rough and wispy. My nose was gushing blood, and my mouth sore and empty from the lack of teeth, my arm stung and ribs ached.

I stopped and whirled around, a large explosion erupted from the van as it curved itself around a near by power pole, flames burst from the roof and the door flew several metres. They were gone I'd made it,I stood there motionless, My boyfriend was dead,others were too, but me, only me Bella had escaped THE VAN.

CHARLIE 

I was standing in the corridor the lights were out it was dim and black and I could feel the misty air around me. As I stand there waiting nervously. Then I heard whisper but no one was there. I now new there was a problem.The shiver goes down my spine. Then I hear it again. I have little brother with me Steve holding is mouth tight keeping him quit.

I now have a fear that I'm not going to get out. I start to move slowly trying to be as quit as I can, Looking around but no one was there. I start to creep anxiously towards the door, I stop as the freighting sound of another door creaking open slowly.I hold my breath and don't move a muscle and trying to keep my brother quit like we're not hear, as I hear the whisper again but no one Is there.

I stay as still as a statue hoping that I don't hear the whisper again. It becomes cold and the lights start flickering I now sense movement but still can't see anyone. I slowly start moving again towards the door walking along the creaking floor, now only a few meters away from the door.

The frightening feeling of walking through the door and not making it out. But there is not much choose,This is the only way out I step through with my eyes closed hoping no one is there. I open them and search for and escape the main door is the only way out I creep quietly holding my little brother tightly always listening for noises. I open the main and hope we've escaped.

Jack

The whisper

One gloomy, frosty morning Bella woke up to a strong, low toned voice whisper in her ear  " Oi Bella ". She turned over in a slight dazz then slowly opened her eyes to see who it was. No one was there, all she could see was a wide open window with the curtain swaying softly in a gust of wind.

She thought she must of just dreamed it, so she just forgot about it and got up to get ready for work like every other morning. When she walked out the door she forgot to lock it.

After Bella got home from work she noticed that something didn't feel quite right. She walked into her kitchen to see that the cupboards and draws in her kitchen were spread all over her table. She then walked into her bedroom and saw all her clothes scattered over her floor. Bella did not remember doing any of that. She knew some one must of come into her house and done it. So she went to grab her phone to ring the police. When she was walking back into the kitchen she heard another whispering the same low toned voice" Bella is that you"then several loud clumsy foot steps came down the hall way. She suddenly dropped to the floor and crawled under the table. She started to quiver with fear. Her heart was beating out of control. She was not expecting any visitors. Then looking towards the phone a shadow appeared in a muscley looking shape. It then started to grow bigger and bigger. As it grew the tears started to flow down Bella's face.

Bella felt like she needed to yell for help but some how held it back. She was in so much fear she almost felt like she was paralysed.The stressed started to show as she was starting to over heat and turn red. She had never felt like this in her intier life.

Two large steal cap boots then came thumping though the door way to the kitchen. Bella thought it was a male figure but did not want to look. The figure then started to circle the table. A heavy breathing was coming from above the table.Then the sound slowley drifted into the lounge. Bella slowley stumbeled out from under he table and went to grab the phone but her hands were shaking with so much fear. She clenched the phone but she pulled it away to fast and the cord got caught on a pencil continer and it fell to the floor making a very loud noise. Bella looked at the ground then felt a hand touch her  on the shoulder. Bella froz then she turned around and there standing behind her was her neighbour Ron. She gave him a big hug and said" what are you doing here and how did you get in Ron" Bella said with a very shaky voice. " your door was open I was going to tell you I was coming but got side tracked, sorry","Don't scare me like that ever again ok"said Bella" promise replied Ron"."so why are you here" asked Bella " well My cat has gone missing and I saw him come though your window this morning and I thought he might of been in your room or kitchen so sorry about the mess"you will be cleaning it up laughed Bella."oh and  I also came in this morning and tried to wake you up to tell you but then I saw him out of the window. So I jumped out.I am am sorry if I scared you.

From that day on she alwaysed made sure her door was locked and Ron made sure he rang Bella and told her he's coming over.

Nicole

Come play with as

It's quiet like all the time on Halloween and we never knew why some people say it's the death zone why others think that if you dare step near it you would be curtsied for eternity.

Ever since I was little I always her a whisper every time I looked at it,come play with as I always wanted to go exploring and this was the perfect time and place on Halloween and I knew there was going to  be adventure waiting to be found like on a treasure hunt.well What I'm going in looking for have no idea but I hoping its going to be good I start walking up,the ground seems to be falling under me like it was shacking with fear,parts of me said your crazy go back go back but another was saying go for it, I could feel myself shaking but it wasn't stopping me.

I'm at the gate there was a sign that said don't come in but it wasn't stopping then I heard the whisper come play with as it drawed me in like when a dog is on a lead I opened the gate and walk up the path that seemed to made of skulls,I was at the door and the door opened I pearled in side but it was to dark so lend over to get a closer look but got pushed by the door that slammed shut I stood up and tried opening it but what there to open if there was no door Handel to open?

It was still dark and that whisper kept repeating its self like a song on repeat then that split second it was quiet I could feel sweet running down my face, then a hand touched me it felt like little spider running down my arm so I run not noting were I was going our when I was going to stop then I felt around look for something to get my out of her then I found a door I opened it and fell to the ground gasping for air I had found a corner and made my way to it and sat there thinking of my family how I would never see them again it was still quiet then come play with as I didn't no what to do but then I remembered my phone in my pocket.I grabbed it without thinking and turn it on I had light but I wasn't sure that I wanted to see what was in front of me two giant dolls like people saying come play with as.

Then there were more of them the seemed to not like the light so they start coming towards I felt the cold creeping up from the ground I started to look round desperately and sore that there was a lever so I pulled it and fall in to the freezing frostbite air I was falling faster and faster my tears frozz to my face witch felt like a needle going in my face then I hit the bottom so hard I think that Every part of me was broken.not knowing where my phone was I had crawl around then a sign of hope that little beam a sunlight that shot though the wall was my hope,I started to make way towards it I could feel little tiny pinches like crags were snipping my arms I keep crawled along the ground.

I reached the the wall push it with all my strength and nothing happened then on my 5 time the wall gave way and little beams of sunlight was shooting out like bullets were shorting at me. I looked down I had blood all down my legs that were sticky when I lifted my legs like when you step on gun.And my hair had blood all through it and then I looked at were the light was coming from it was home I run out hopping I wasn't dreaming and I wasn't there it was right in front of me I was home and I don't think I ever want to go on adventure again.

Sammy  

EDWARD

“It’s disgusting” I whisper, Sebastion nods in agreeance. Romio jumps out of the car with his wiggles backpack and pulls on my top “Fine but its only for a couple of weeks okay?”

It was an old house with rickerty steps and makeshift walls but it would do, it would have to do.

“Seb find you and your brother a room whilst I go get dinner”

Sebastion was trustworthy and only 2 years younger than me. Romio was 4 but very clever.

“Hey be careful, okay’’ I blert

“Okay” replies Seb.

I rumble up the drive with the smell of pizza wafting through the car. Romio starts running towards the front of the car. I slam on the brakes and jump out.

“What the hell are you doing”

Romio starts crying and I feel like a bully

“Don’t scare me like that” I sob.

After dinner it was time for Romio to go to bed. He slept in a fuzzy blanket by the fire.

“Goodnight” I whisper but he was all ready asleep.

Seb and I were cleaning up when I heard a whisper it was a deep man voice but no other men was there.

“Die today”

Then Sebastion dropped the new bag of flour and slowly foot prints appeared, as if someone was walking in the flour but no one was there.

“CAR” I scream “NOW”.

Sebastion runs outside. I grab poor Romio with a jolt and follow Seb.

“What go on” Romio cries

“We are leaving and we are NEVER coming back” screams Seb, taking the words right out of my mouth.

“START THE CAR” screams Seb

We race down the road going 150km an hour, when it happened. The car just stopped, Cut off.

“WHAT GO ON” Romio screams, terrified.

“I dont know but slowly climb into the boot” they listen.

They were in the boot and I was on my way when a strong pain hits my stomach thats when the blood starts. The cars starts shaking but I am struggling for breath, I am choking on my own blood.

When the cops arrive we get out of the car. I collapse. Seb races over, I pass out.

When I wake I am in an ambulance with Romio and Seb.

“Seb” I choke “Yeah” he replies depressingly

“You take care of him”

“Sure” he splutters

“ You, You have to go”

I felt like I was going to pass out but knew I wouldn’t, I would die. breathing became hard and I was forcing myself to keep it beating, my heart.

“What a night aye” I force with a small giggle. Sebastion was looking  away, he hated blood but he gave a small nod anyway.

Romio was crying next to Seb. I knew it would be hard to lose someone like me, a sister but it was not as hard as losing them, my brothers. Romio started screaming as the beep beep sound of my heart beat slowed. He ran over to me but Seb held him back.  I didn’t want him to see me like this,I am a wreck.

They were going blurry, The light in the world was fading, once it was gone and there was only white in the world, just before I was gone I saw him dripping with blood and a massive grin, the man who did this all…

Now I knew they were not safe, the were going to meet me here, in hell. Why would he do this to me, to them. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

“Go away Dad, go away Edward”

Xanthe

I hear the phone ring; it’s my old friend, Jayden asking me to babysit for a night. I need the money, but  the house is really far away. I think about it for a moment… and I reply with a slight hesitation. He wants me to start babysitting as soon as I can. I grab the keys and head to the car, locking up the house before I leave.

I arrive at the house now, I look down at my wrist with my eyes adjusting to the darkness realising that it’s nearly 9 O’clock. I never liked doing night shifts, but I really need the money. I walk up to the front door and push the doorbell waiting for a reply. I’m just about to knock when the door swings open. Jayden opens up the door and greets me with a friendly smile. “Your house is huge!” I say.

“Oh yea, I know. Sometimes I get lost in it” Jayden replies.

He gives me a list of all the things that I have to do, with the code to the alarm. He leaves the house in a hurry, I don’t know why. Just before he leaves, he turns and says “Help yourself to anything” that’s one of my favourite parts of this job. I shut the door and set up the security alarm.

I walk into the living room, my eyes widen when I look up and see the massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling realising this won’t be as hard as I thought it would be. I head into the kitchen and open up the fridge, grabbing a cold drink and heading to the couch. I sit down and pull out my laptop from my bag. I had to finish some overdue homework.

The phone rings, I pick it up wondering why someone would ring at this time at night. I’m met with a deep soulless breathing. Placing the phone down just thinking it was the wrong number, I head back to my homework. Then the phone rings again, I pick it up quickly, wondering who it was. All I could hear were whispers, I couldn’t even make out what the were saying, but they never reply to anything I said. I freeze, I can feel my face turning white, someone was ringing from inside the house. I put the phone down and head up to the kids room to check if it was them. I slowly opened the door hoping it was the just the kids, to see them fast asleep.

I decide to check around the house, I grab the phone just before I leave. I start ringing the house number to see where the other phone call was coming from. It seems like it is coming from the guest room. I head to it. The door was wide open, I walk in slowly to realise that the phone was lying on the bed. I pick it up, the door slams. I hear a loud bang and the lights turn off… I’m freaking out now. Someone or something has cut the power. I’m waving my arms around everywhere trying to find the door, I finally find the door knob. I open it and walk out into the pitch darkness. I realise that I have a light on my phone, I whip my phone out quickly turning on the light to see a black figure standing in front of me. I jump backwards, realising that it was only a statue.

I head upstairs to check on the kids. They’re not there! I head into the wardrobe to see a box. I quickly open up the box, there are the kids hiding in it. I reassure them that everything is going to be ok. I hear  a thud. Someone is in the kids room. I quickly shut the door and lock it. Something starts banging the door, kicking the door, trying to kick the door down. I frantically look around, trying to find an exit. I see a window. I grab a toy and throw it at the window, smashing it open and guiding the kids through it. The kids are through and someone smashes the door down. It looked straight at me, I jump out of the window before I can get a good look. I rush to the car, trying to find my keys. Ah ha! I found them! My hands are shaking so much I can barely get the key into the keyhole. The back figure is climbing out the window. I get the key in and open the door, shoving the kids inside. I shut and lock the door. Start the car and drive off.

I reach home, alarming police that someone is in the house. The parents of the kids hear about it and pick them up. They leave not even looking at me… I guess I won't get my pay. 

Sam D

Cinquain poems

Poetry written based on the illustrations by Timothy Basil Erring in the book "Frog Belly Rat Bone"

Boy

Adventurous, dedicated

Finding, discovering, exploring

Live life, loud and proud.

Child

Lily

Cement land

Dull, lifeless

Crumbling, fading, dying

A land without heart

Concrete jungle

Aimee

Cementland

Endless, dull.

Darkening, searching, rummaging.

The dark grey depressing land.

Sluggish boundless.

Samantha

Cementland

Dreary, lifeless

Tiring, drudging, seeking

Life has faded away

Dingy

Nicole

Cement-Land

Tedious, tiresome, Drowsing, contemplating, perishing

Every sense of life vanishes away

Soulless

Sophie

Cement land

Brainless, deformed

Darkening, Blackened deathning

Land of dull and dark

Concrete garden

Ben T

Hide and Seek

Airy silence flows broken by giggles and shouts,

Crouch lower behind the dense wall of natures strongest,

Seekers prowl, search and seek two little scouts.

Behind the ruins of a once solid hut we hide,

The river rushes, birds chirp, cicadas click,

Hear them coming, they know, flee to the side,

Covered by the sticks and leaves we cower,

From the searches that are near by

Crocodiles pounce, over us they tower.

Annika Wilson

Hide n seek poem

"Quick climb in, close the door, they'll be coming soon

Don’t make a sound not even a cough or a sneeze"

I hear a yell of "ready or not here I come"

My heart races as I suck in the musty smell of past camping expeditions

This is it, the end; you know they have found you

But then you hear the airy footsteps softening.

My muscles tighten as I wiggle into the cramped dark shadows.

Nothing to be seen but the dark gloomy shapes

I feel my body slowly relaxing

Then all of a sudden all peace is broken

Laughter and screams full the air

It’s on, the hunt, the mission, the find

Waiting in the silence

Supreme boredom fizzing in my brain

I finally decide to climb out

I heave the small door open

The fresh air rushing in

I’m squinting in the bright afternoon sun

Its over, but where is everyone?

By Jordan

 

Please don't light the fire

The pattering slowly passes like a quiet marching band,
Shallow footsteps, whispers and silent laughs creep up beside me,
I hug the chimney tighter and tighter trying not to laugh,
My heavy breathing echoes against the hollow chimney pipe,
I sense suspicion and confusion in the air.

Suddenly the door creaks open,
I get pierced and splintered with blinding light,
Another frigid body gets crammed in beside me.

Not one, but two shaking body's wait in silence
for the arrival of the next soul.

By Hannah

 

Hide and Seek
Hiding in the bush damp leaves rustling breaching the silence fighting screaming as the siblings disagree I roll my eyes to the bushes. Waiting, waiting NOW!!!!!!! Running I reach my destination "Go home, Stay home 1 2 3! I've won this round.

Another round, here we go again, run but make on sound. "Here I come!" Get comfy now. Nearby I hold my breath as I see someone through the leaves peering through the garden. The birds sing their song as she merrily skips away. Someone comes to join me in complete silence.

I hug the bird fountain as we say our greetings. The taggers gone, quick run to base before she sees. "Tag you're in!" I'm in and everyone flees.

By Brianna

Found

“Go” ‘up the stairs into my room get to the back of the cupboard’. I’m in the foetal position under my clothes, facing away from the door.

All is dark, thudding below is echoing thud thud thud. Then all is silent quieter then death even my breathing is stiff. The light flickers sending an eerie feeling through me. Bang! The silence brakes, the hunter has succeeded in finding a victim where will he strike next.

He’s coming in, my time is up. ‘I must hold my breath, I can’t get found. The light is seeping in…

found!

Ben W

Harris Burdick Mysteries.

Over the last 3 weeks Kereru has been writing mysteries based on the mystery of Harris Burdick.

Jon’s Door

I walk down the stairs to clean my teeth when suddenly I hear a creek. I then see my little door to my basement door knob turn.

I jump backwards shivering and shaking. I try and forget about it and carry on down the hallway to the bathroom.

                                          

I come back down the hallway to my door and then race up the stairs. I jump into bed quickly and try to fall asleep.

Steve my dog starts to bark and wakes me up instantly. I race downstairs and see the door has opened slightly.

Suddenly all the lights go out. The power has been cut off by a storm outside. I was wondering if Steve was barking at the storm or the door.

I race back upstairs wondering what to do with myself.

I feel a cold breeze run up my spine. I rustle around in my draw and pull out my torch. I turn it on and read my book for a bit.

SCCCRRRRRAAAAATTTTTTCCCCHHHHHH. I hear a scratching noise coming from downstairs. I hate to think what’s down there. I then hear a faint noise that sounds like a farting noise. A stench runs upstairs and up my nostrils. I go downstairs for the 5^th hundred time and see nothing. Now my heart is really beginning to race. ‘What’s happening’ I say in my head.

I run back upstairs, jump into bed and pull the covers over my head. ‘Whats going to happen to me? Am I haunted?’

 I try to go to sleep but the faint scratching noise downstairs keeps my eyes wide open and my body alert.

I then hear a faint meow.

BOBLESON I yell as I race down the stairs.

I open the door and find my poor little cat Bobleson shivering and shaking.

But wait, how can cats turn doorknobs?

NICK 

Mayday!

I’m staring at the TV watching my favourite drama program as the ad break flashes on. A slight feeling of unease brushes over me. I peek out of the tiny porthole to the starboard of the ginormous ship. I see what I think is an outline of a building… no it’s too big… a city? Yes that’s it, a big city with old fancy buildings. I’m so excited! Finally we are here.

I rush out to give my good news to mum who was in the dinning room. I run to the elevator, but as I climb in and punch in floor number 14 a big ERROR sign flashes on the screen above the keypad. I give out a huge sigh when I realise I have to take the stairs.

Im sprinting up the flight of stairs when I hear a low pitched scratchy voice say something like "you will never get out alive" I think nothing of it and come to the conclusion that I was just imagining things. When I finally come to the top of the stairs I stop for a quick rest and feel something wet on my shoulder. I look up and see some sort of red liquid dripping out of a small crack in the ceiling; I wipe it off my shoulder. It’s sticky. I smell it, its salty. I feel horrified when I realise what it is… it’s blood!

When I reach the dining room and peer in the wide doors, I black out for a few seconds. After taking a moment to recover, I slowly creep in trying to dodge the ripped up bloody corpses which lay beneth my feet. When I finally reach the the door leading to the kitchen I creep it open. To my surprise nothing is wrong - apart from the track of blood leading to the foods room. I heave open the heavy steel door and there lying on the ground, all limbs decapitated, was my mum.

I rushed to her and knelt down beside her. Tears rushing down my cheeks. She tried to talk, but all I could make out is "run".

I had been cradling my self in the corner for what felt like an eternity when I felt a sharp pain in my back. I looked behind me to find blood gushing out of a small wound in my lower back. I look around, but find nothing. No traces of anyone or anything. I feel sick. The world is spinning. I sit down and try to find something to patch up my cut. I finally find my mums beach towel, which I rip up and tie around my belly and back. I had flashes through my mind. I saw the land before I went to the dining room right? Then we must be almost there! I tried to look out of the porthole but my eyes stung whenerever I took a glimpse.

After giving up i decided to go to the Captains deck. Surly I could see out that window. Slowly creeping around the corner to the Captains deck, I hear the voice again "you will never get out alive". I turn to see a dark shadow zip behind a storage crate, then another, then another, another! Before I realized what im doing, im sprinting, being chased by ummmm something. Weaving in and out of the boxes and piles of stuff I see the window about 50 meters ahead. I brace myself, put my head down and run. Crash! I hit the glass and scream in pain. I look down and see the gory sight of glass and blood. I tence up, crouch down and jump. I am propelled off the side of the ship. THUD! I hit the water and with much effort I swim back to the beach.

Crawling slowly up the beach, I reach the road. Screaming for help I see the news playing in the window of the TV store across the road. It is about a ship being dragged through one of the canals. The presenter says "Even with her mighty engines in reverse the ocean liner was pulled further in the canal”…

By Jordan Thwaites.




        Missing Princess.

“Here we go again, another mystery and another place to go” I wimper.
I’m in a sail boat, sailing to a weird, frantic castle in a town called Arendelle.
There’s a princess that’s been missing for several days now and I have to figure out where she is.

Oh i forgot to introduce myself, I’m detective Briar and these are my side kicks, Mia and Bob. I’ve been leader detective for several days now, just like the princess, but missing. I got called by princess Anna to find her sister the queen, who randomly ran away.

One more day till we get to Arendelle, it’s been a month since we left Christchurch. Mia and Bob and I are really excited to meet the princess. I keep seeing images of the princess, the queen and I keep seeing pictures of me!?

Yay! we’re here! As we walked up the dock, we noticed it was snowing in the middle of summer. Then I feel the cold nipping at my skin, “No! the fjord, it’s frozen!” wailed Mia. As we turned around there was the butler standing at the pale, peppermint green gate waiting for us. I stride over and step inside. “Let’s look for clues.” exclaimed Bob.

I’m in a dark gloomy room, as my head twitches down i see a smooth gold crown on the ground. This crown, I’ve seen it before but where? as I put the elegant crown on my head it felt like a monster grabbing at my head. That’s right a image whizzed through my head, I twirl around there’s a photo of... ME!.

I’m the missing queen! “Aaaahhhh” I fall to the ground, pictures flowing through my mind. I wake up all dizzy, wobbling down the hall as I walk outside, the snow it’s gone! how did this happen? I remember.

I look down, I’m glowing, I see ice coming out of my palms “ I have ice powers.” I use my powers and spin into the Ice Queen... everything has come back to me. I’m in the air sparkling as I drop onto the ground I notice that I’m in a glistening blue dress with white ice heels, snow flakes in my hair and a glowing clear cape with stars and snowflakes.

We finally solved the mystery. But what will happen next in Chapter 2?

By Briar