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year 5 2012 2013 the best bits

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introduction this book is a little `thank you from miss eccleston and myself we have really enjoyed working with you all this year and we wanted to get you all a gift that you could keep to remind you of all of your efforts in year five the writing inside this book represents all of your hard work it shows all of the different skills we have had in our classroom the ability to build suspense to `become a character working in pairs to plan and write to persuade to entertain to improve we chose these pieces from an entirely selfish point of view you have all improved as writers this year but these selections are our personal favourites some were written as part of a bigger unit of work such as `bitter chocolate or `there s a boy in the girls bathroom others were created as part of your extended writing sessions while there are several which were entered into the 100 word challenge there are even examples of writing which were created at home and published to the world on our class blog there are stories poems letters diary entries short pieces of description ­ anything and everything we hope that you enjoy reading this book one day we might be reading some of your writing in a book magazine or newspaper thank you for all of your hard work and good luck in year six mr connor and miss eccleston 2

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contents lucy goodwin no love 5 6 7 9 10 11 13 14 15 phillip vicencio apples in space luke preston-davies the shadow chiara pitzettu owen soko javine coleman molly dziunka annabel morgan before sunrise green plants death row the soldier witch spell lucy smith the wait michaella zigashane the mystery rene stanley niamh neill djemcy bokola ciara mccready aleksandra placek poppy astle joe ward maria botros before sunrise the prisoner the house the piano my parents are monsters a shady figure dancing on my tastebuds on my own 16 17 18 3

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dylan fitzgerald aidan monaghan dagmara mirga emil kuruvilla daniel kadykovas niall o donovan sneha thomas annabelle turner kimi-blue simpson dylan pope francesca pitzettu joe davies cian doherty mollie smyth the highwayman what could it be the present rainclouds bradley chalkers sharks nerves chocolate man kojo and pascal the airplane kojo s escape spike frankenegg mr gove 19 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 4

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no love it was a cold windy rainy day today i haven t seen the sun for weeks my parents are always at work in the office and i am left at home alone almost every day i usually read my book to keep me entertained for a while then they come in at about 9.00pm i tuck myself into my warm cosy bed and dream about running over the meadows with my mum and dad holding their hands but that s just a dream so i know it will never happen it s the morning and the weather hasn t changed at all as always my parents are going to work and i have to walk to school which is an hour and a half away it s in oxford and i m in derby this evening i was going to ask my parents if we could do something special but i think the answer will be no because they don t bother with me i am back at home and i had to stay at school for an extra hour because i wasn t paying attention during class so it s 7.00pm now and i m very bored i have a horrible headache and i feel sick so i am definitely going out for a walk to clear my mind i m staying off school today because there is something i need to do i am packing my bags and leaving my village if my parents won t give me any love why should i be staying here where i have no attention i hope this is the right decision i will leave a note on their chest of draws saying i am leaving this village because no one gives me anything don t bother trying to find me because you will not find me i will hide where no one will ever find me from izzy that s my letter i hope they will understand the thing my parents have to realize is that i love them but they don t love me lucy goodwin 5

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apples in space i thought apples were stronger then rocks but they weren t i saw my friends die on the nearby rocks near the tree i got worried i never thought rocks could make marks and could make a scar on my red skin i didn t want anything to do with rocks i wish i could get out of this tree i wish i was looking for humans at the morning humans come every morning to get one of us one of us apples the humans saw me and chose me now i m stuck here in space but i made history phillip vicencio the shadow i woke up with a fright someone was watching me i was sure of it i could not sleep at all that night early in the morning about 8:00 i had a stroll in the park the same feeling came across me it was hard to forget i turned around quickly nothing there apart from my shadow i blinked and it was gone i ran back home without a stop finally i was at the safest place i could be home i saw my shadow it was walking up the stairs step at a time all of a sudden i saw the shadow slowly moving now getting closer to me i dropped my keys with fright nowhere to go i thought fast what was the enemy to light dark i shut every curtain in my house finally it was gone but not for long i felt safe very safe 2 years later i remembered that day that problem that shadow the same nightmare i had 2 years ago but would it come back luke preston-davies 6

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before sunrise as the night set in a sleeping city the shadows were playing tricks on houses as the other shadows threw a stone at the library s window and started to laugh there was only one that did not think it was funny and his name was tom tom was a shadow that wanted to be alone most of the time because he felt so empty he was left out all the time in sadness because of his friends he slowly climbed up to the roof looked at the swirly moon and then looked at the town in shame tom looked at his family in shame too his heart was in pain but then it stopped when he saw a glowing light in the librarians window he decided to go to pay the light a visit so he wasn t alone tom rushed down the drain pipe onto the street and through the door he climbed up the man s body and stood next to the candle tom was surprised it was so beautiful and his heart started to pound it started to get faster and faster until he thought it was going to explode he started to get closer and closer to touch the candle but when he did he got burnt so he ran far away from it as fast as he could he was frightened and the candle started to cry she was so close to having her first love from a distance tom and the candle looked at each other the candle turned around and the man was there ready to blow her out she gasped in surprise and then it was over he felt like he could not breathe that was the feeling of his heart breaking tom ran straight to her and then he experienced his first ever tear tom was so upset that he could smash a car the man who had no good looks had gone to bed by now so tom was scared of nothing he got out the matches and tried to get the candle back to life but it did not work because when he tried to pick up a match it was too heavy so he dropped it in the end tom burnt himself to ashes and that was the end of him all his friends had left of him was him in their hearts and his ashes from that day on they wished they did not ignore him chiara pitzettu 7

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green plants it was the early spring the time of year where there are flowers with emerald green stems and extraordinary scarlet petals with bright colours like pink blue and orange everything except the dangerous was nettles and weeds soon i got out of bed and admired the spring view then i got straight onto my normal wake-up routine slowly i began to stretch hard to get my heart going and ready for another hard day i felt the fresh feeling rushing through me sustaining me and waking me up in the proper way i sauntered downstairs smiling from cheek to cheek having the feeling i ve visited a warm and humble place in heaven there i met my dear family who were having a morning feast i smiled to each and every one of them and they smiled back good morning they said cheerfully as i sat on the table good morning i answered back even more cheerfully slowly i inspected the room looking for something pleasant to eat until i noticed a strange old garden outside i paused then i went closely to the garden door but i was stopped by my mother who was beside me she slowly put her hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down please do not go there she suddenly said ok i answered that night i tucked in bed and tried to sleep but something was waking me up i heard a bang and some unnecessary noises therefor i had absolutely no choice i just had to see what was going on swiftly i changed into my outdoor clothes the dark night was pitch black and scary in a lot of ways moonlight shining upon me the only light there is strong winds howling and scaring me to death i stood there wishing that i had brought a teddy to keep me from losing my brain slowly i went from walking to sprinting so i can get it over with then i started following the strange noises until it lead me to the same garden mostly there were fierce nettles and weeds my mouth dropped as i looked closely at the plants but i wanted to stop this nonsense once and for all i took a deep breath looked at the victim and thought how could i do this wearing sandals suddenly i realised that i have to face and conquer my fears owen soko 9

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death row death the man charging towards me silence escape no one can the howls in the night are sad pathetic and silly there is no point in crying prison is a horrible place i am the only person on death row the only woman my family say i am a disgrace to their country italy i have not seen them since my ex-husband threatened to murder me if i did not get back with him i moved to run then suddenly the pain in my arm shattered through me i picked up his knife stabbed it through his heart i am here that very night javine coleman the soldier when i was little i always wanted to be a soldier my dream came true every night i bed i thought of planes crashing bombs shattering everything into a million pieces like a jigsaw all i thought about was war my dream came true it was 1925 when the sun shone brightly and the sandy road was completely empty empty except me jogging i zoomed like an aeroplane across the red roofed houses i could see my dad doing the usual chores like emptying the bins deciding i needed a break i dawdled to the house straight into the garden and jumped into my den pretending to fire my gun i suddenly remembered my worn out toys i hopped back out of my den and into the shady kitchen i said to myself `i could just play in here ­ it s cooler and shadier suddenly a voice made me jump manuk mum s home dropping my toys i ran to meet her with open arms that is what it was like when i was younger every night i would pray that i survive tomorrow it was the scariest thing ever molly dziunka 10

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witch spell rat s fleas and a human s knees then add some mouldy cheese monkey s brain and elephants skin mix them up and add some gin snake leftover and lovely heart then just add some dogs fart kittens teeth and teachers tongue then your cauldron will really pong boil boil toil and trouble fire burn and cauldron bubble add a wart then some poo then an adder s scale and mouse doo a bats wing and toe of a frog then 10 spikes of a hedgehog lizard tongue and owls claw then just add some eggs times four tooth of shark and tail of dog then the flesh from an warthog boil boil toil and trouble fire burn and cauldron bubble cat s snot straight from the nose then a pile of hamsters toes the eye of a poisonous frog then some mud from a dead dog a dead tiger s mouldy brain a man who has gone completely insane some mouldy muddy frogspawn muddy clothes only slightly worn boil boil toil and trouble fire burn and cauldron bubble annabel morgan 11

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the wait i just stand there waiting the crowd ecstatic roaring insults at me the executioner waits with an evil grin on his face and a dangerous look in his eye he just waits waiting for dread to completely fill my soul for the fact that my future will be ended with the swing of an axe for he has done this many times before he knows that the death is not the worst bit for it is quick he knows that the real sentence is not the death it is the wait lucy smith the mystery i was running as fast i could trying to catch the criminal whizzing with all my might i turned and stopped i was standing in front of me was a humongous building what is this place i questioned myself gulping with fear i slowly walked in my spine was tingling my heart was pumping faster and faster then suddenly bam i felt it the pain in my arm my eyes widened i fell to my knees tears like drops of rain on my skin i screamed in agony and pain blood erupted like a volcano sliding down my jacket i grabbed my phone and called for backup michaella zigashane 13

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before sunrise i the imitation of light that could be created as an abomination compelled to dwell in the obscurity i am darkness the one that haunts the children s dreams and lurks in the twilight sky the moon my only companion as i forever wander the deserted streets cast aside by the living and unknown to the dead it is i darkness not a colour nor a shade just darkness a forever droning shadow of life it is now that i stand in that empty space between the mystical world of the sky and my sombre world of melancholy despite my efforts and desperation am forced to view this virtuous place from a distance for as long as there is light there must be me darkness splintering the midnight sky the candle flickers despite my better judgement i follow the mesmerizing light absent of the consequence i lean forth to touch the dancing flame it is now as i withdraw my hand that i realize i can never be light it is now as that white-hot pain streaks up my arm that i realize i am destined to a be an outcast live only to be alone i have a despondent existence of rejection and sorrow the candle then flutters her protuberant eyes in innocence as i dejectedly amble away with a final glance at the canary-yellow flame i leave what makes me so easy to dismiss why my dreams are forced into the shadows because i am darkness i stare at my seared hand though i expect no sympathy i know better than to what being has empathy for darkness back on my rooftop between the sky and the world back yearning for acceptance whilst gazing at the blue-cored moon back dwelling in my loneliness in envy i peer through the window in which my beautiful candle dances the flame flickers her protuberant eyes for the last time and a muster of breeze swept her magnificent beauty away leaving darkness in her place again i stand before the candle mourning the light of darkness is gone the lining of the cloud black i once thought that every person was made with equal fortune i was wrong down my cheek the tear ripples landing with my dreams on the ground rene stanley 14

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