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Josie from room 22 loves writing so much, she created this delightful story in her own time. Well done, Josie!

MONSTER VILL chapter 1 BY JOSIE IN ROOM 21

In monster ville there were grumpy monsters called Sheekey and Shine and their parents were grumpy too.But Sheekey and Shine had a GOLD FILLING ! THERE Parents did not know but soon they did know .THEIR TUMMIES GRUMBLED and RUMBLED they blabbered  and blabbered until they stopped! THE babysitter SAID “shush!” in a mean way.

“HA MEENY, YOU CAN’T CATCH ME MRS.”

 “I CAN, YES I CAN,  I GET $100  FOR 50 MINS  SO YOU can't TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.” said the babysitter

“YOU LOOSER’S  are mean you are just saying that because you want to look cool like your big sister because  she is mean like you! Looser’s you can’t talk to me like that you’re a baby!” Mum and Dad came home “Here is your $100” they said “But she didn’t feed us today.” said Sheekey and Shine “ How dare you! You have to feed my  KIDS.”

Room 25 has stepped into a Moment in Time - enjoy these poetic texts!

A Moment in Time By Room 25 2018

The Boy on the Swing

The End of the World

By Ziya Swann

The wind howling.

Birds hiding

Brown chocolate bark scattered everywhere.

Today is a miserable day.

It is the worst day.

Back and forth again and again.

It feels like the end of the world.

The squeaking, soaking rust.

My head aching to death.

Being Bullied

By Connor Hulshbosch

Rocking on a swing.

Bullies left behind.

It was a terrible day.

I felt vulnerable, maybe weak.

Mostly scared of the bullies.

Depressed Boy

By Addison Dent

People are pointing.

People are laughing.

A chilly breeze dashes past everyone making the swing move a little.

I want to cry, but everyone will make fun of me.

Chanting louder and louder, everybody is laughing.

A tear drips down my face.

The Boy all Alone

By Malia Giffin

I can hear birds chirping from above.

Trees softly looming above me.

I can see cars driving past.

I can hear hear the swing creaking back and forth.

I can also feel tears pitter-pattering down from my eyes.

I feel heartbroken, gloomy, sick and lonely.

I think about myself with nice new friends.

I think bad thoughts of people making fun of me.

Sad and Lonely

By Julien Vallee

The vintage swing on rough rope.

I sit there vulnerably.

I’m broken and lonely.

No friends, no fun.

Scared in the middle of nowhere.

Eternity

By Sophia Crosbie

I’m on the old wooden swing, wondering and asking questions to myself that never get answered.

All I can hear is the blistering wind and the copper autumn leaves landing on roof tops.

The park is so empty. Silent.

The swing is an iceberg, cold and ancient.

Room 4 has worked on the eruption of the volcano on Hawaii. They worded what they learned and created great pieces of art.