It was ten o’clock at night. Lying in her bed, Araminta stared up at her star-laced ceiling. She didn’t want to go to sleep, or she might doze through her alarm. As she was becoming increasingly sleepy, Minty (as her friends know her) allowed herself to close her eyes. Her last thought was what she would explore in the whispering woods…
BEEP, BEEP! BEEP, BEEP! Araminta woke with a start. Sleepily, she looked over her shoulder to her clock. Twenty to twelve. She had plenty of time to get ready. She quietly slipped into her clothes, putting a piece of paper in her pocket. She knew this was wrong; slipping out of bed at night when her parents had told her not to, and to the whispering woods itself! She crept downstairs, past her drooling parents, and into the hallway. The shadows danced as she made her way towards the door, and stepped out into the night. Standing at the edge of the woods, Minty was thoroughly surprised with herself; the silence was like thunder – striking her insides with intense power, energy and weakness all at once. She was the toughest girl in her school by far ant yet she was standing right there and crying! Try as she might, she could not calm herself down! So, with tears streaming down her cheeks and blood red rings around her eyes, she stepped inside what seemed like a… bubble? The purple trees were being pruned by… pixies?! As soon as they saw her, the pixies stopped pruning the trees, bared their teeth as they sent purple twigs falling to the floor. Trying to ignore their gnarly faces, Minty stepped forward to eat a peach from the nearest tree. She was so mesmerised by the fruits, she didn’t realise there was a hole right underneath her! “AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Minty fell through a deep black hole. She felt like Alice in wonderland, though in a boy’s suit. When she finally landed on the floor with a bump, ropes started slithering around her as fast as racer snakes! The more she squirmed, the more tightly her bonds kept her. After what seemed like hours of wriggling, she finally gave in. The instant she stopped, an old man hobbled in. He looked as old as an oak tree – Minty recognised him as a wood-nymph, most likely a king. He spoke to her in a wispy voice: “You can entertain us. Win at least 15 points, and you will be free. Win less, and you will be eaten!”
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Niamh, Holly and Max went to Quiddinham on Tuesday the 24th of January 2017 to see the Duchess of Cambridge arrive at the EACH hospice. When the Duchess arrived around 11:20 in a black jaguar with dark green range rovers in front and behind her. In the green Range rovers there were secret service to stop people hurting her and crashing into her. Also, there were secret service at the hospice to make sure there were no suspicious behaviour and made sure no one would hurt the duchess. She walked down the row of schools while loads of people were frantically waving their flags and greeted everybody and asked questions then shed talked to individual people but we weren’t quite sure what she was talking about it.
After, she had gone inside we replaced our flags with ones that had not been ripped and got fresh, new ones to bring home. So, we got onto the mini bus or Miss Yates car, and road a bumpy journey back to East Harling. At 11:55 am to tell our friends the amazing journey we had. In September, every year, on the frosty junior playground all of the juniors get together to play conkers. It has been a tradition to play conkers throughout our school history. Once the school had been refreshed of the rules, we were told our pairs and we chose our conkers. It’s important to choose the right conker: fairly small so to be a hard target and fairly big so it packs some power. We progressed outside and started practicing our swings. Finding our partners, we waited for the whistle that signaled us to go. I stared at Joe, (my partner) occasionally screwing my eyes up. I could feel the tension building up in my arms, waiting for what seemed like forever. It felt like just me and Joe in a face of in the Wild West. Finally, the whistle blew. Wham! I hit his conker with all my force! Whizz! He missed my conker by millimeters! I swung, hit, and missed, everything you could think of to play conkers. All too soon, it was over, and the verdict was that I went through to the next round. I played as hard as I could again, but I was defeated. The final was the best I had ever seen! There was chanting and a lot of excitement in the air. The finalists were Aden and Florrie: the competition was fierce. The final fling was made and the whistle blew. The scores were checked and verified. “The winner is…FLORRIE!!!!!!!” we were in fits of laughter and cheering for her on the frosty junior playground. By Niamh Never Seen Again from MrsWills on Vimeo. Jeff Studios from MrsWills on Vimeo. Hannah Hannah from MrsWills on Vimeo. Dabalicious from MrsWills on Vimeo. |
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