WRITERS' WINDOW

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Monday 31 March 2014

The Countryside | Dominic Astwood-Kingi, V2

I rolled down the hill with amazing speed. I closed my eyes so the spikey plants wouldn’t get into my eyes. There were some rocks and by luck I rolled between them. I could hear my three cousins screaming.

I hit the dirt and little rocks and I rolled into the stream. SPLASH! I held my breath and swam back to shore. I was dripping wet. The dirty water was green. My cousin Riley smiled.

When I got out of the water he thought I was hurt, so he walked to me and asked, “Are you ok?” with a real guilty face. He always does that face when he sees someone hurt.

Thursday 27 March 2014

Saturday Morning | Theo Bodkin, V2

Saturday morning me and my dad driving home from Cricket. We take a right on to a newly made gravel road where it’s all happening. A church with a big cross on the top sits on the left and a baseball game is parked on the right. People cheering sounds down the street. A pink car is the only other thing on the road but us.

In a spilt second, like a flash of light with a scream, blood covers the road like a big sheet.
“Help,” someone screams, “get an ambulance!”
A huge swarm of people surround a kid paralysed with pain, lying on the pavement. We hear the sound of the ambulance, “nee naa nee naa.” Inside we both feel the guilt, even though we did not do it.  We still have the guts to keep on driving.
“Woah, that was scary,” I said to Dad.
“Yes that is why you look right and left before you cross the road,” warned Dad with a stern face.