Last Day of Term 3

Year 7 and 8 Farm Visit

Unfolded by Katia B

UNFOLDED

It was finally Saturday and Jade sat contentedly in the corner of her absolute favourite coffee shop on main street. ‘The Exquisite Edibles’ as it was called contained the most delectable and spectacular, eye-catching foods in the entire state. It was a comfortable environment and allowed Jade to escape her harsh life of almost slavery being an adopted child in a large family of 10.

Jade wore all hand-me-downs, a pink patterned overcoat, torn white skinny jeans and her favourite teal shirt, the only thing (other than a photograph) that she had left of her parents. Her snowy white ringlets bounced willingly on her shoulders and her sapphire eyes shone brilliantly in the sunlight, Jade had a stunning smile and everyone envied her amazing beauty. She was also very talented and incredibly smart, she had everything a 12 year old girl could ever want except friends and a family that actually cared about her and to Jade this was the biggest thing of all.

More than anything Jade had an extremely reckless nature and despite her innocent and mesmerizing looks, was always yearning for a breath-taking adventure. As she devoured the delightful food in front of her, her thoughts drifted of to her next thrilling journey, she didn’t know exactly what it would be but she guaranteed it would be pretty extreme, she just knew it, and maybe, just maybe she might find her parents (but  of course that was very unlikely). Rain began to fall and Jade remembered that she had too many jobs to do back at home that would stop her from taking another adventure for weeks.

The rain continued to pour down and Jade wondered if she would ever see her parents again, they had left her without explanation and now Jade was more eager than ever to out why her parents had left. Just at the moment the café door swung open and Jade raised her head to see a dark, hooded figure, he rushed towards her table and placed an ancient looking parcel on its oak surface, muttered the words “Please Help!” and then ran. Jade stared at the package but as the door slammed shut she looked up just in time to catch just a glimpse of the man’s sparkling blue eyes and thin lips curled into a frown. Jade's attention was drawn back to the package, it’s yellowed paper wrapped carefully around a rectangular object and tied neatly with a crimson bow. Jade realised this may be her extreme adventure, her chance to find her parents and maybe even escape her horrid foster parents.

Curious citizens crowded Jade and stared at the square package. The butterscotch yellow wrapping encased tightly a large, cuboid object. Jade looked at the impeccable wrapping and was reminded of her own perfectionist ways, and the man’s blue eyes shining like her own, could this be a clue? She had to find out.

Her black, ruined shoes filled with water as she walked down the saturated pathways on the busy New York street. Jade replayed the bizarre occurrence at The Exquisite Edibles over and over in her mind and finally decided that if she was going to solve this mystery she had to open the package. Her fingers fumbled over the crimson ribbon and as the package unfolded Jade began to have second thoughts about her decision, ‘No,’ she thought, ‘this is my only chance!’ Jade lifted out the object and was filled with surprise as she noticed it was the same photograph as she had in her room at home. She flipped over the picture and noticed a small note sticking out of the frame, she took it out and read it, it said: 36 Greenwood Lane. HELP! ‘That was it!?’ Jade thought, she just had to find out what it really meant.

Jade ran down Greenwood Lane frantically searching the letterboxes to find the number 36. Yes, there it was an ebony, run down shed, not exactly what she was expecting but she entered anyway. The door creaked open and Jade saw them, “Finally!” she gasped but just as she thought this could be her happily ever after, a shadowy figure stepped out from the fog, sweat beaded Jade’s forehead and she realised with concern, this was going to be far from easy. She groaned and backed against the door and finally a plan formed in her head but then, BANG! Everything went black.

The Whispers By James

The Whispers

The floorboards creak after every step that Jeff makes, and the hinges of the door to the cellar whine as he swings it open. He flicks the switch and the light flickers to life, the first thing he saw was the pool of blood. He took two steps forward to investigate, when something brushes by his foot, he looks to the left, then to the right that’s when he saw a body not just some random person's body, his body. Before he could turn and run, the light bulb flickers its last light and everything went black, the only light in the room was coming from the door, he turned and took a step forward and the door slammed shut. Blackness. A minute past and that's when the whispers started.

The old door handle rattled as Jeff tried to get out, then something brushed past his foot again. He stopped trying to open the door so he sat down. His back lurched, then he fell limply to the ground. As his spirit left his body, the room was illuminated with light and his spirit saw a small furry ball on legs drag his now dead body, in its mouth, into the pool of blood.

Liam, a 20 year old man, was walking up the path to his house when he saw the small bloody foot steps leading up to the partially open door. Instead of going to his neighbor's house or to the local police, he walked into his house and followed the footsteps down to his basement. He was standing at the door frame when he saw the pool of blood, he turned and ran out the front door only to find he was now standing in the middle of his basement, the whispers start. The only light was coming from the door, then as he was turning the door slammed and the room was plunged into darkness.

Something brushed past his foot he spun round sweeping his leg out in front of him he hit something and it growled. “It’s angry now,” he said to himself. He shuffled forwards, that’s when he heard a splash. When he realised it was the blood he jumped back only to find something brushing past his foot again. He stumbled back and tried turning on the light it flickered a few times, dimly lighting up the room. It then stopped altogether and once again the room was plunged into darkness. He tried opening the door but the door handle wouldn’t budge. Liam then gave up hope and followed the wall to a corner and slid to the floor then fell on his side, then like Jeff his spirit saw the small furry ball on legs dragging his corpse to the pool of blood.

Trevor, a retired F.B.I agent, is going down to the basement with his torch to change the always flickering lightbulb. Trevor’s shoes make a tapping sound on the granite tiled floor, the door’s hinges creak as he opens the door. The walls are lined with various brands of wine and beer bottles, and the floor has a soft carpet. When Trevor shines his torch to the far end of the room he sees the red stain on the carpet, he curses slightly and carries on with his first task. As he walks under the light bulb the door slams shut the only light is coming from Trevor's torch. And then the whispers started.

Something brushes past his foot, he swung the torch the way it was moving, he utters a sigh of relief it was just the cat. The cat meows and starts scratching the door and something else brushes past his foot, he swings his torch to the cat… It’s still and lifeless he scans the room, nothing. A minute past and that’s when the whispers started. Something brushed past his foot again and again then it stopped. Maybe he imagined it but there it was again he backed into a corner the whispers were starting to annoy him he swept the room with his torch once more and then he found it, the brown fluffy ball on legs it gave a shriek and then turned into dust. The door swung open but the cat remained dead. He went to investigate the red stain in the carpet he knelt down to find that the stain wasn’t any wine or beer but blood.

Trevor was in shock, how was he going to explain the cat to the Mrs and what was that thing. He decided to go upstairs and watch the golf. When he got up stairs he got a meatloaf sandwich and sat down in his lazy boy recliner. Once he’d finished his sandwich he turned on the radio and turned off the tv, he looked down his shirt was covered in crumbs he closed his eyes to the sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise then his heart stopped.

The End

Great Writing by Liam T

I wake up and I head to work like a normal day, but everyone is bumping into me and I'm falling over. It is as if no one notices me. When I get to work, heck they don’t even know me. I get my work done quickly so I don’t have to do as much tomorrow.  When I get home I open the newspaper to see what’s new, but then I see something dreadful. I read it carefully. I take a double look. In the newspaper, the bold writing reads, “This is your last twenty four hours!” 

By Liam T

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Narrative Writing by Samuel d R

POISONOUS

Isaiah wakes up with a groan of agony, his stiff body causing an uncomfortable feeling. It was most likely the fact that his foster parents never got him anything nice, not even a soft mattress to sleep on. But it wasn’t just his stiff body that made him uncomfortable, there was something else. He glanced down at himself and then looked back up again He suddenly felt nauseous and felt a strange sensation that he was floating, he tried to get up but he just fell back down on to his bed. Isaiah slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again, and all was back to normal. In absolute shock that something that strange had happened. Isaiah quickly decided to just forget about it and to continue getting ready for school. 

The full story to come.

Revenge by Alex

Revenge

Pain controlled my body. The world was spinning and every part of me throbbed. Murmurs of people talking filled my mind and I could only see dark blurry shapes. Blood was trickling down my cheek like tear drops. Suddenly a bright light was shined in my eyes causing even more pain, but that’s when everything went black.

I woke up with a start, my vision clearer than before. The sound of people yelling and things plummeting to the ground with a smash, filled my ears. I eyed my surroundings carefully, realising I was in my bedroom at home and the people fighting were my parents. I tiptoed out of my room and crept down the stairs to take a closer look at what was happening. It was a frightening scene. My mum was huddled in a corner with blood pouring down her cheek. My dad was on a rampage hurling things at her. I turned around hearing footsteps behind me. I saw nothing, it must be my pure imagination.

I went back into my room, packing my bags as I couldn’t handle the violent fighting. I sprinted down the stairs and crept into the outside world that awaited me. I had no place to go but nevertheless I carried on like a soldier. Suddenly a face appeared out of nowhere knocking me on the cold cement footpath. As the ground met my face, time seemed to fall to a stop giving me time to see who it was. I gasped in horror seeing the familiar face of nine lives.

An evil grin was stretched across her pale face. Her wild red hair was tamed back into a ponytail. Dressed completely in black, she tied my hands behind my back and carried me over to a battered lorry. She threw me with immense power into the back of the lorry. I groaned in agony that I had been captured. Once again nine lives was up to her usual mischief.

The run down lorry rumbled along the dusty road as we ventured deeper into the countryside. Fear fulfilled me as a rundown warehouse came into view.The engine roared to a stop and the lorry doors swung open, giving me the fright of my life. I stood up weakly as she aimed an unknown object at me. Waves of excruciating pain came over me making me weak in the knees. Soon after my legs gave way and I collapsed on the ground with an enormous thud. “Excellent” she said smirking with pleasure.

With no energy to fight back, I was helpless. My body seemed to be paralyzed as she dragged me into the gloomy warehouse. There seemed to be nobody there but boy was I wrong. Footsteps rang out as nine lives left me in the middle of the warehouse. I sat still, fear curdling through me.

 

Narrative Writing by Hannah

You suspect someone is slowly poisoning you

Allison lay in a hard cold hospital bed in a coma. Nurse Fiona Jensen, was caring for Allison, as she lay unconscious, in the white hospital room. Allison had been in a horrific car-crash that left her in a terrible condition, she had a deep gash across her forehead, she was paralysed from the waist down as her spine had suffered a traumatic injury.

Allison was an only child and her parents died from saving her in a fire, when she was 10. Allison grew up not knowing any extended family, apart from her dad's sister Eliza, who is now her caregiver. Eliza has been in Australia, for work for the past week, right on the day when Allison was in a crash.

She opens her eyes and takes a huge breath, as if she has held her breath for the last 18 years of her life. Her body is full of life again. Allison’s golden locks sat on top of her head in a knotted mess,  she lifts her head off the well worn pillow.

Nurse Fiona, runs into the room as she hears the groan of Allison as she finishes her deep slumber. Fiona comes over and sits on the edge of the bed and says, “I will go and get Doctor Adam Thompson, so he can explain what happened to you.” As Allison nods, Fiona runs out of the room to get the doctor.

Allison’s head throbs as she tries to remember what happened before the coma. Doctor Adam rushes into the hospital room with Nurse Fiona following, not long after. Doctor Adam sighs, “Unfortunately, you have been in an accident, you also have a deep gash across your forehead, you have had a spinal cord injury that has left you paralysed, but you have a possible chance of walking again. You are extremely lucky to be alive.” He looked at her with sorrow, “My son, Isaac, too, was in that accident, he lost his life from the breakage of the bone in his neck.” Those few words made Allison feel really guilty, as she survived. “I’m very sorry for your loss, doctor.” Doctor Adam gets up and says, “There is nothing we can do now, you should probably get some rest.” Doctor Adam leaves the room with Fiona following. Allison’s eyes slowly shut as she falls into a deep sleep.

Allison wakes up all of a sudden when she feels fluid going into her body. Doctor Thompson is standing by her bed, changing a bag full of fluid, that flows through a tube and into the veins in her hand. “Don’t mind me, I’m just changing the saline.” Allison dozes off to sleep. She awakes a few hours later when she is in immense pain. Her hand is only just able to move to reach a bright red button for medical assistance.  Nurses rush into the room and change her saline bag and gives her a few pills to get rid of the pain. After about twenty minutes the pain is gone and a nurse comes into the white room with a very serious look on her face. “We took a blood test and somehow you are getting poison into your system. Just make sure you don’t take any medicine without nurses permission and medical reason. I’ll go inform Doctor Thompson and get him to change your saline bag.” The only person who has had access to the saline bags was, Doctor Thompson.

Five minutes later Dr Thompson walks in, he has a suspicious look on his face. He says, “If anyone deserved to die in that crash it should have been you. If it weren't for you, my son would be alive right now.” Those words were really unpleasant in Allison’s point of view and they  really hurt Allison. He walks out of the room slyly and slams the door. An hour later Allison was brushing her golden locks for the first time in a week. As she starts gently brushing her hair, the brush glides through her hair but after a while big clumps of her golden locks come out after every stroke of the brush. As she see’s her hair falling out, she  lets out a high pitched scream.

Fiona runs in, “Is everything alright?” At this point Allison is freaking out, “I was brushing my hair when suddenly it started falling out.” Fiona walks over to the corner of the room where a pile of Allisons freshly washed clothes lay, she picks up a cream beanie and hands it to Allison. Allison smiles with gratitude, she places the beanie on her head. As Fiona starts to leave the room, Allison’s body stiffens, starts shaking as if there were an earthquake inside her body. Fiona shouts for other doctors and nurses for assistance. They eventually calm her down and give her back the ability to breath.

Allison falls into a deep slumber, she is asleep for 2-3 hours. Her eyes open widely as she is in immense pain, worse than before. Doctor Thompson wants her to die slowly in agony. She lets out an ear piercing scream. Doctors and nurses run in to see what the problem is. They eventually calm her down with a few painkillers, and let her rest.

When Fiona comes into change Allison's saline bag, Allison awakens. Nurse Fiona changes her saline bag. Fiona asks, “Who has changed your saline bags? Has anyone suspicious been in the room, if so what did they say?” She tried to remember, Doctor Thompson flooded her thoughts, was it him? Is he purposely trying to kill me? “Doctor Thompson is the only one who has changed my saline bag, he also said something really suspicious before, ‘If anyone deserved to die in that crash, it should have been you. If it weren't for you my son would be alive right now.” Fiona looks quite concerned, “Well the saline bag he has used has a poison symbol on it, it is normally used for humans who wish to die, because their illness cause them to much pain.” Allison tries to take every word in, she thought to herself he did try to kill me. Fiona says, “I will report him to the boss, but first I will lock your door so he can’t enter.” She shuts and locks the door.

Fiona and the executive Doctor Colin walk in to talk to speak to Allison. He explained to her that they have arrested Doctor Thompson for attempted murder. Allison felt bad, but was also relieved she will not have a doctor trying to kill her. At that point Allison’s aunt Eliza, runs in, she is bronzed after her week in  Australia. She rushes over to Allison and gives her a big hug, and whispers into her ear, “I am so glad you are okay, I didn’t want to lose another family member.” As her aunt said that, she remembered her loving parents, she felt prickles of tears in her eyes. I became relieved that my Aunt Eliza was here with me and then the next words from her will always haunt me. “Allison, I am so glad that you are alive. I am just going to find one of my good friends who works here, Doctor Thompson.”

The Whispers by James A

The floorboards creak after every step that Jeff makes, and the hinges of the door to the cellar whine as he swings it open. He flicks the switch and the light flickers to life, the first thing he saw was the pool of blood. He took two steps forward to investigate, when something brushes by his foot, he looks to the left, then to the right that’s when he saw a body not just some random person's body, his body. Before he could turn and run, the light bulb flickers its last light and everything went black, the only light in the room was coming from the door, he turned and took a step forward and the door slammed shut. Blackness. A minute past and that's when the whispers started.

The old door handle rattled as Jeff tried to get out, then something brushed past his foot again. He stopped trying to open the door so he sat down. His back lurched, then he fell limply to the ground. As his spirit left his body, the room was illuminated with light and his spirit saw a small furry ball on legs drag his now dead body, in its mouth, into the pool of blood.

Liam, a 20 year old man, was walking up the path to his house when he saw the small bloody foot steps leading up to the partially open door. Instead of going to his neighbor's house or to the local police, he walked into his house and followed the footsteps down to his basement. He was standing at the door frame when he saw the pool of blood, he turned and ran out the front door only to find he was now standing in the middle of his basement, the whispers start. The only light was coming from the door, then as he was turning the door slammed and the room was plunged into darkness.

Something brushed past his foot he spun round sweeping his leg out in front of him he hit something and it growled. “It’s angry now,” he said to himself. He shuffled forwards, that’s when he heard a splash. When he realised it was the blood he jumped back only to find something brushing past his foot again. He stumbled back and tried turning on the light it flickered a few times, dimly lighting up the room. It then stopped altogether and once again the room was plunged into darkness. He tried opening the door but the door handle wouldn’t budge. Liam then gave up hope and followed the wall to a corner and slid to the floor then fell on his side, then like Jeff his spirit saw the small furry ball on legs dragging his corpse to the pool of blood.

Trevor, a retired F.B.I agent, is going down to the basement with his torch to change the always flickering lightbulb. Trevor’s shoes make a tapping sound on the granite tiled floor, the door creaks as he opens the door. The walls are lined with various brands of wine and beer bottles, and the floor has a soft carpet. When Trevor shines his torch to the far end of the room he sees the red stain on the carpet, he curses slightly and carries on with his first task. As he walks under the light bulb the door slams shut the only light is coming from Trevor's torch. And then the whispers started.

Something brushes past his foot, he swung the torch the way it was moving, he utters a sigh of relief it was just the cat. The cat meows and starts scratching the door and something else brushes past his foot, he swings his torch to the cat… It’s still and lifeless he scans the room, nothing. A minute past and that’s when the whispers started. Something brushed past his foot again and again then it stopped. Maybe he imagined it but there it was again he backed into a corner the whispers were starting to annoy him he swept the room with his torch once more and then he found it, the brown fluffy ball on legs it gave a shriek and then turned into dust. The door swung open but the cat remained dead. He went to investigate the red stain in the carpet he knelt down to find that the stain wasn’t any wine or beer but blood.

Trevor was in shock, how was he going to explain to explain the cat to the Mrs? and what was that thing. He decided to go upstairs and watch the golf. when he got up stairs he got a meatloaf sandwich and sat down in his lazy boy recliner. Once he’d finished his sandwich he turned on the radio and turned off the tv, he looked down his shirt was covered in crumbs he closed his eyes to the sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise then his heart stopped.

The End

Rugby Champions

Well done to Sam, Liam, Patrick, George, Logan and Tom, members of the winning Christ the King School Rugby team. The team won the Canterbury Primary Schools Winter Tournament and the CPSSA Friday Winter Sports competition. Well done.

Room 13 Speeches

This week the Room 13 children concluded presenting their speeches to the class. The quality of speeches were high and with a vast range of topics, they were also very informative. The children did encounter some nerves, however this normally was conquered a few seconds in to presenting their speech.
The children's topics were well researched and the content was informative. I spoke to the children this afternoon about the importance of showing enthusiasm when presenting their speech. If they want people to believe them, they need to express this in their presentations.

Each class will select three Year 7s and three Year 8s to present their speech for the Syndicate Speech Finals.

I have narrowed selection to four children in each year level for Room 13. The class will hear their speeches again on Friday to choose our top three.

The four children for Year 7:
Grace H
Liam W
Katia B
Alex M

The four children for Year 8:
Aniela G
Carmen R
Tom S
George M