Writing

Help

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Eloise

 

Down came the rain at 12:03. My eyes open. I walk down the corridor towards the staircase. I feel a gush wind behind me I turn around. To my shock something’s written on the wall. “Daddy’s gonna get you.” I run down to the stairs into the toy room and lock the door. I hear a noise. I quickly turn around. I see a doll on a chair looking directly at my eyes. I slowly walk towards it. It was my favourite doll when I was younger. Her name was Rose. She had red hair with 2 plates. Suddenly lightning struck outside my house destroying my garden. I turn back to the doll. She’s holding a miniature her. I hear a voice. It’s coming from her! “ I love you dolly, but daddy’s gonna get you.”

Writing

The story of death

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written and published by Eloise

I’m in my bedroom, my eyes are closed but really I’m awake. I can’t go to sleep no matter how hard I try. My parents are out visiting my grandparents, I’m home alone. Downstairs I can hear our grandfather clock ticking. “Tick, tock, tick, tock.” Over and over again until! “Bong, bong, bong!” It’s three in the morning! I close my eyes and try to fall asleep but I just can’t!

 

It’s 8:30am and I’m waiting for the bus to pick me up and take me school. My eyes are bloodshot red! I couldn’t get a wink of sleep at all last night. I text my parents to say hi. No answer. “That’s odd.” I say to myself. “My parents usually text me back straight away.”

 

When I arrive at school I check my phone to see if my parents responded before I lock my phone away in my locker and go to class “still nothing.” I say. First I had science.

 

I walk up the stairs, open the door to the science lab. To my shock I see Mrs.Quarrell crying against her desk. I want to ask her what’s wrong but I didn’t want to disturb her. When I turn around about to walk back down the stairs I hear a “smash!” I rush back into the lab to see if everything’s okay. “Mrs.Quarrell, where are you?” my voice starts to rise with panic. I look over to the window, it’s smashed with glass and blood scattered all over the floor.

At lunch I run straight to the office to tell them about Mrs.Quarrell. I open the door, rush up to the desk and ring the bell. No answer. I ring it a 2nd, 3rd, 4th time until I know for sure that no one’s there.

 

When the bell rang at the end of the day I rushed out the school gates to the bus stop. When the bus arrived I hopped on.

 

When I arrived at my house I opened the front door to discover that someone broke into my house. I rushed into the living room to see my parents dead on the floor with blood surrounding them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

BTN- Weedy Seadragon

Just 15k from Sydney is dragon territory .These creatures are native to Australia. They can be found mostly on the south-east coasts. They are related to sea horses and mostly just drift about in the water. the only problem is these creatures are becoming harder and harder to spot not because they are really good at camouflaging. to help this problem instead of tagging each one they find they are asking scientists to take photos of each one they find so the people who organize this name each one and they can tell which one is which.

 

Writing

The Death of a Wonderful, Caring Friend

By Eloise

 

 

Dear Cadbury,

Whenever I’m feeling blue, you come up to me. Whenever I’m filled with joy, I share that joy with you. You are my friend, my brother and my pet. You are the sun in my life, the one I share my life with, the one I care about a lot. You’ve been with me my whole entire life. I love you for who you are. But soon you’ll be gone forever and there will be a dark hole in my heart. I know you brother died of cancer and you will soon join him in heaven. I just want you to remember this I have always loved you and always will.

Love from you emotional sister, Eloise