Rotary Young Writer Competition - 1st Place (School, Local & District) - Kitty

I am a camera. A digital camera. With my one eye, I can capture some amazing images. I am a pet to the photographer; I go everywhere with him. I do as he demands, because a camera never lies. I always obey his commands. When the Christmas magic arrived t his year, the BFP (Big Friendly Photographer) took me on a wonderful journey to a beautifully - lit forest to capture some spectacular shots. The flora and fauna were highlighted with rich, jewel - like colours of light: green as emerald, gold as an Olympic medal, pink as a star ruby and blue as sapphire. As we crunched our way along the gravel pathway, we were confronted with trees that had mingled together. The effect of the leafless, skeletal - looking branches entwining made an archway over the still, reflective lake. The BFP took me out of my safe, warm camera case and set me up on top of the cold tripod. He gently removed the lid of my eye and tucked it safely and carefully into his pocket. My owner wiped my eye with a soft, silky cleaning cloth to keep it crisp and sharp, ready to take the perfect shot. He could see the dark beauty in the scene and smiled at the sight of it, knowing that it would make an excellent framed photo. He closed his hazel eyes and pictured fairies dancing and laughing in the trees as they gathered around the arched plant to take part in a surprise birthday party. They were all carrying presents such as fairy dust, new wands and tiaras. The fairy that was the prettiest though was the fairy in a green and gold dress with green heel s on. She had purple wings that fluttered in the wind as she flew towards the tree. Suddenly the BFP opened his eyes as a bucket load of rain fell down onto the pretty sight. He heard small, high - pitched screams and could see small figures moving quickly into the shelter of the trees. The only shelter he had was his small umbrella that had more holes in it than a block of Swiss cheese, so he pushed the stiff pole up. Now, with the weather miserable and afternoon turned to evening, it had turned dark and be come a spooky sight. The warm rain stopped as soon as it had started, leaving small puddles but creating more countless reflections. The still lake was now more visible as the light shone brightly on the tree that reflected onto it. No ripples could be see n, nor could any fish, so the lifeless image was unblemished. The BFP decided that he would finally take the most fantastic photo with me, so he lined me up, adjusted the settings and wiped my eye for the last time that day. The greens and golds would be brilliant in the frame the BFP thought dreamily. He softly pressed my button with trembling fingers as the image was taken with one blink of my eye as it was saved into my memory forever.

Rotary Young Writer Competition - 2nd Place - Yasmin

I sit in a shop every day waiting to be bought, waiting for my owner to come back, waiting to go home. As they look into me, I can see what they see, feel what they feel. I can be what they are, I can hear what they hear, I can touch what they touch, I can look into their soul. People just seem to look at me and then pass by. They go over to me, look at m e then go, stare at me then go. I sometime get a one - off smile and point. When my hopes get high, all of a sudden they disappear leave me, they go, they walk off, leaving me behind, and I just sit there, sit there in the corner, getting more lonely every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every month of every year. Watching every season go by from when the sun comes up to the sun going down. From the snow falling, to all the crispy leaves dropping, to the cold wet solid ground; from all the ice cream melting to the picnics starting to the picnics endings. I just sit there, getting dustier and more unwanted every second. Please, someone dust me. Nobody dusts me because I'm unwanted. Nobody wants me. Nobody likes me. I’m unwanted. I’m like a ghost: they just seem to stare right through my soul. Like I don't have one. I always make eye contact, but they never seem to see it. I always smile at them, but they never seem to see it. My blank expression is always mirrored by an ever - changing on e. Little tiny people pull faces at me, but I don't know why they do it. They always pose in front of me, but I don't know why they do it. All of a sudden, the shopkeeper has a white and red sticker with writing on it. SLAM!! The sticker is attached to me. Please someone take me home? The door opens with a ding - a - ling - ling and guess what? Lots of people come in! They come over and smile. Finally, someone is showing a bit of interest in me. Then all of a sudden, brown paper is wrapped around me and so no one picks me up. Plonk! I am put down in a small, tight space. Vvvrrrooooommmmm. Before I know it, I am picked up again and placed on a soft, squishy surface. At last I am unwrapped and I can see again. What a tidy and wonderful looking room I think, smiling away at all the kind people. The next morning, someone poses in front of me and I still don't understand why people do it. I’ve been living here for almost a year now and I now know that people look into me because they can see themselves in MY REFLECTION.

Rotary Young Writer Competition - 3rd Place - Chloe

Hello, my name is Katie. I would like to share with you how I became grateful for my home and surroundings. On a Sunday morning a few months ago, I felt very tired and a bit lazy: I didn’t want to get out of bed, I snapped at Mum when she woke me up and threw my bed cover right back over my head... It was to be my first day of doing chores so I could get some pock et money, and I was a bit grumpy about having to earn my pocket money. As I finally crawled out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, I was so deep in self - pity that I didn’t notice the delicious smell of warm vanilla cake which Mum had woken up early to ba ke. I grumpily asked Dad for breakfast, then climbed back upstairs to get dressed, brush my teeth and get started. Once ready, I asked Mum what my chore was: I had to dry up the dishes that Mum washed. And there were a few items to clean after all that ca ke mixing! After about ten minutes of dull drying up, something shiny caught the corner of my eye: I turned slightly to see what it was when, right in front of me, appeared the beauty of a glossy, clear bubble escaping from the washing up bowl. Light streaming through the kitchen window reflected on the surface of the bubble to create the brightest rainbow that had ever existed, the prettiest I’d seen in my life. (Well, the prettiest thing I had actually paid attention to.) Only a few seconds later, I realised that the rainbow was reflecting all over the room. Standing in awe, I slowly, carefully reached my hand forward to touch the marvellous, shining surface. All was silent except for a gentle POP! Suddenly I was falling deep, down into a dark, dark hole. When I finally dared to reopen my eyes, I saw the most extraordinary place in existence: a world of magic, a world of wonder, a world of ... reflection. I explored around the mystical place and visited Reflection River and Bubble Bathtub. I played with the fragile, mystical winged creatures and excitement filled my heart as it had never done before. The magnificent rainbow colours and peaceful atmosphere made me feel safe, special and joyful until worries about how to get back to the real world curled up in side my tummy. Gradually, I realised how much I missed the comforting presence of my family, friends, home, routines and even my chores! I came to miss and appreciate the littlest things in life. I reflected on how I had behaved, especially with the people who care the most about me and thought of how I could make it better... Suddenly, before I knew it, I was back home drying the dishes! That’s when it all made sense: somehow, escaping to this very special place made me realise how lucky I am, how much I love my life and how every little thing matters. So here I was, back in our kitchen, cherishing the fresh smell of warm vanilla cake. Just then, Mum and Dad called me for a slice of cake, a cool glass of milk and a big hug!

Vikings WOW Work

Kittie and Millie created this work for the WOW Display in 5AC. 

The work was thought to be so impressive that Kitty, Yasmin, Evie and Millie presented it to their class.

Well done girls!

Milena's Instructional Writing

Over the past few weeks, we've been studying 'instructions'. Below, is Milena's instructions for a magic trick. Can you follow the instructions and perform the trick? Let us know how it goes! 

Into the Valley II

Back in March, we shared poetic writing from 5AC. This month, 5DA/LM have given the same task a go. Below is writing by Amelia and Wyatt.

Haiku

This week, we've been writing some haiku. Take a look at the examples here. Do they follow the right pattern?

Ryan

The loud long cool noise

The storm sounds extremely loud

Extraordinary 

Alex

Peaceful sea big waves

Small boat with two children

Bright moon shining on the boat

Mia

The storm was gloomy,

The waves splashed against a rock,

And the noise was loud.

Ruby

The thunder was loud,

Big flashing lightning was bright,

Huge waves are crashing.

Grace

Huge waves dancing fast

Loud sea swallowing the bout

Huge sea glistening

Luke

The blue crashing waves,   

Climbing over the small boat,

In the scary sea.