Everyone loves Pudsey!

And this is what you can do …

 1. Turn yellow and wear spots.

2. Donate money.

3. Sell things.

4. Make a competition to win a toy Pudsey.

5. Go to Bearwood primary school. (Get it, bear)

By Eleanor

Hollywood Star!

“Imagine you are on stage, and you forget your words, what do you do?’’ Mr. Star asked the class who attentively listened to every word he said.

-This, you see was a performing arts school, located in London, that only selected the soon to be stars of the next generation. It would me an honour to attend this school, as many celebrities came from this school. They had to pass and extensive audition process. Part of the admission into the school required them to play a musical instrument-

Perry’s hand shot up before he even finished speaking.

“Improvise, sir” Mr Star smiled as she had got the right answer.

 “Expand on that, what is improvising?” Mr Star asked the class. Everyone’s hand shot up in an instant. In unison Janet and Kelly, gave the answer. Before Mr Star could say another word, the school speaker interrupted the lesson.

“Please may Perry Jones. Janet Williams and Kelly Edwards report to the headmistress’s office.” The speaker bellowed.  All eyes were on the three best friends as they stood up. Perry froze but Janet and Kelly motivated her towards the door. Opening the door, Mr. Star smiled at the three girls like everything was alright. However they each had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

In the corridor Perry, Janet and Kelly, stared at each other in amazement and walked in silence until they reached the head’s office. “Here we go”, they all thought. Janet’s hand shivered as she knocked on the door. Expecting to hear the stern voice of their headmaster, their jaws dropped when she merrily welcomed them in. An unexpected guest waited for them in the long, leather sofa.

“Girls, come in! Come in!”The headmistress said whilst gesturing her hands towards the leather sofa. “Meet the casting director, for a new movie called spy school.” The three girls exchanged looks of bewilderment. “Girls, you have been selected by the casting director, to audition for his new movie. Here is the brief plot, script, cast list and audition scene.”

“Which part?” Kelly asked.  

“The lead part! Also any more questions here is my number.” The casting director stated while giving them his business card. The girls got an appointment time each before leaving. They couldn’t believe it, they walked in utter silence. They each went to their separate classes. Their faces were still. (Really they wanted to jump up and down like a kangaroo.) The thought never occurred to them that it may hurt their friendship.

After school, Perry was looking through the information that the casting director had given them. When she realised that the audition was in Hollywood. Getting the phone she dialled in the phone number given to her. She enquired about the audition location, only to realise that she (along with Kelly and Perry) was getting a first class flight to Hollywood for the audition. Just when she put the phone down, Kelly and Janet burst into the room. Each of them had realised they were flying to Hollywood…

TO BE CONTINUED

 By Kimran.

I have a wacky family.

My Mum climbs up the tree and acts like a MONKEY!

My Dad lives in space and drives Herby.

My brother is very strange.

He is a HIPPO!

He rolls in the mud and eats people!

My Granny, as you know, she dives a go cart and falls in the fountain.

My Grandad sleeps in a spaceship and lands on a mountain.

My cousins are menaces,

You wouldn’t want to mess with them.

If you get cross at them,

At night they’ll put whipped cream on your bed.

Well that’s my family,

They’re really wacky!

So watch out if they get CRANKY!

My teacher loves her iPod.
It’s always in her ear.
She doesn’t mind it if we joke,
or chat ; she can’t hear

If we don’t pay attention,
she doesn’t seem to care.
Whenever she has music on,
she wears a distant stare.

Our principal dropped by one day,
and she paid no attention.
He took away her iPod,
and she sent him to detention                                                   

I sit on the bench with no one to speak to.

No one to play with,

No one to talk to.

No one notices me,

When I fade away.

No one notices when I say ‘Good day!’

By Riya

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I cant wait for it to snow all I am thinking is…

SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or maybe SNOWMAN TIME!!!

I am so excited and I want it to hurry up and snow.

It will be the perfect christmas surprise.#

Don’t you think???

Zooming! Fast as a ferrari!

An old lady, maybe a granny!

On a go-cart racing down a hill.

Birds flew away as she knocked over the bird feeder!

A policeman blew a whistle,

He said she was going to fast.

I chased after her but she was on top of a mountain.

As I climbed up it,

SHE FELL IN THE FOUNTAIN!

When I helped her up,

I knew.

It was MY GRANNY!

When we got home,

She baked me her famous go-cart stew.

Last year I started a short creative writing course. It was fantastic to explore how authors use writing as a creative tool, and also to try it our for myself. This piece of writing was taken from my very first lesson. The teacher placed an orange on the table in front of me. We had to write down words to describe what it looked like, smelt like, tasted like etc. We then had to use these words to do some creative writing all about an orange, but in the piece of writing we weren’t allowed to actually use the word “orange” in our writing. What a challenge!! This is what I wrote …..

I look at the small, round planet; sitting obscurely on the new table. It looks as lost to me as I feel. It’s small freckles cover it’s surface, dimples of it’s previous life. It’s small, green, circular stem sits grandly on top of it’s shell. The light of the room reflects on this small sphere, like the sun reflects on the earth’s surface. I place it between my hands and gently roll it between my fragile hands. The sound echoes for a very short period of time. A mili-second and it disappears; yet I still feel it between the plams of my hand, soft and cool. The skin of it is open; the planet is torn.

PMA stands for positive mental attitude.

NMA stands for negative mental attitude.

PMA  means that you keep on trying  and then you do it!

NMA means that you say”I cant do it”and then you don’t do it.

Doctors have found out that sick people get better more quickly by saying I want to get better more quickly but if they say nothing  they don’t get better as quickly.