I love Katya's adventure story and can't wait for the next chapter. - Enjoy!

 

The Deserted Island

 

Rocking in my little sail boat, I shivered of coldness. There wasn’t a single island in sight. Where was I heading in this broken boat?! I thought to myself, as a shiver of fear scrambled along my aching back. What am I supposed to do? All of a sudden, I saw something rocky at the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw a beautiful island, standing upon the swooshing waters. Should I go there? I thought, feeling a cloud of excitement suddenly cover me. 

 

A couple minutes later, I finally reached the the shore. I felt happy to be off of that terrible boat! A beam of sun light poured onto my soggy top. What a relief! I staggered toward a relieving coconut tree, perched next to a grey stone. The stone was tall. Tall enough for me to reach the coconuts on the tree. I started to climb the grey stone. Then I realised that my feet were still too wet, and the tall rock was slippery. I began to plummet to the ground.

 

 BOOM! The sand felt cold under my bruised hands. I decided to wait for the coconuts, and began to wander upon the sandy beach, when I spotted a gloomy forest. I dunno what I was thinking, but then I emerged from my ground, and started toward the unwelcoming, wild forest. As I started for the forest, I heard a strange noise. It sounded like a bird, but at the same time it sounded like a pig, squealing in the burning sun. what could that be?! 

 

 I decided not to enter the forest of who knows what, but to find out what is that

 ear- bursting sound. When I realised what it was, I went sailing the opposite direction. I hated what I saw. It was de-scust-ting!! Wanna know what it was? It was a dead rat. Actually, at least 10 of them, dieing on the heating sand. 

To Be Continued . . . . . .

This is a must read: We all should follow Eli's recipe for Lockdown Soup!

 

Lockdown soup

 

We all have been in these times of uncertainty

All of us have been hit by this virus, Some of us find it complicated to work, some even have lost their jobs. You might find it enjoyable or relaxing in our second lockdown. After our first lockdown was over we were finally able to go back outside and have a good time with our family and friends, but now we are back in lockdown but at least not for long. These instructions will teach you how to make lockdown soup to make these hard times easier for you.

 

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons of Resilience

1 cup of Kindness

2 tsp of Humour

1 bunch of Games and Toys

25mls of Obedience

1 handful of Arts and Crafts

⅔ litres of creativity 

 

Method:

To begin you’ll need 3 items: Pot, mixing bowl and a ladle. Now, once you’ve done that, get a pot then get 3 tablespoons of resilience and stir it in the pot then leave it for a roundabout 3 minutes. Now get 25mls of obedience and stir. It should look pink-ish and it should be like a soft pile of a mix of resilience and obedience. Next, get 1 cup of kindness and pour it to the mixture to make it smoother. I always like to add a sprinkle of salt and pepper and a small bit of butter to taste. The butter makes it oozier and tastier. Now get 1 bunch of games and toys and mix it up with the combination of the resilience and other stuff. After that get a separate bowl.  Put ⅔ litres of creativity and pour it carefully into the bowl and stir it carefully so then it doesn’t tip out of the bowl if you’re not carefully stirring the creativity. Now all you have to do is get 1 handful of arts and crafts and just place it down into the bowl. Mix all together and put it in a pot. Put the lid and make sure it’s secure. Turn on your stove, rotate it to a high level and let it boil. Once boiling simmer it for 10 minutes then it’s done. Now enjoy all throughout lockdown to make it as enjoyable as possible!

By Eli, room 25

Remember? Gaurika asked me if I had written a story about the treehouse. Well, I have - but I need you guys to carry on from here!

 Mrs Goodall’s Treehouse Story – sorry, it took me so long!

When I was a girl, I was always looking for adventures, but no matter how much time I spent at the beach, no pirate ship arrived at our shores, not a single dolphin invited me for a ride. My friends and I roamed the leafy forest that adjoined our neighbourhood, but although we spent hours climbing trees and following the trails of imaginary fairy folk, we never ever met anything more exciting than a startled wood pigeon, noisily debarking from its quivering branch.

One beautiful, warm morning in the summer holidays the gang met for an expedition around  Waterfall Gully. We were carrying our backpacks filled with picnic foods, water and sun block that our mums had forced us to take along. I remember my excitement, as we were walking underneath the light green canopy of the bush, inhaling the beautiful earthy smell of its soil. There was a delicious sense of adventure in the air that put a smile on my face ad heightened my awareness for my surroundings.

Soon we heard the gentle hum of the waterfall. The sound guided us down the mossy steps and across the slippery tree trunk that served as a bridge over the stream.

“Let’s see, if we can get behind the waterfall”, my friend Ben suggested and didn’t even stop to see if we were following him. I wasn’t sure if it was actually possible to navigate the wet rocks around the dark green pool of water at the bottom of the waterfall and I certainly didn’t want to fall in. But my friends were already ahead of me and I didn’t want to miss out, so I followed them, my heart beating fast and my mouth dry.

The first rocks were easy enough to climb, but the stony surfaces closer to the water were almost impossible to cross and we were slipping and sliding towards the stony wall, while the cold spray of the water hit us relentlessly. Within moments we were soaking wet. I tried to push forward despite my fear of what might be lurking in the depths of the ice cold, dark green pool, when I suddenly lost my footing, my hands desperately reaching out to hold onto the rock beneath me, my whole world a swirl or black and green and sunlight filtering through the tree tops and then the shock of falling and crashing through the surface of the black water.

I couldn’t see anything for a moment and I kicked my legs frantically, my clothes and backpack were heavy and made moving awkward and difficult. I shrugged out of my pack and looked up towards the light, kicked and pushed and tried to stay calm, until I broke through the surface and I could inhale the sweet air. I was panting and staring wildly around me, water was pouring out of my hair and my ears. Where were my friends? Why didn’t they help me?

To my surprise my feet touched the ground and I could climb out of the water. But where was I? My friends were nowhere to be seen and the pool looked different. The same but not the same, if you know what I mean. It felt peaceful and warm.

I decided to explore this place and hoped that I would bump into my friends any moment now, but although I shouted their names, the bush remained silent, apart from the birds singing in the trees and the breeze rustling the leaves.

I climbed around some boulders and squeezed through a narrow passage way between two of these huge rocks – wondering why I had never ever seen those before – when all of a sudden the most unexpected sight stopped me in my tracks. The most magnificent wooden house lay before me in the sunshine. Only a fairy tale could produce a house like this. Nothing was square, yet every part of it looked beautiful and together the parts created a magical, even majestic impression.

A small band of smoke came out of the chimney, floating up towards the sky like the skin of a carefully peeled apple. Whoever lived here – they were at home.

I hesitated for a short moment and then I walked up to the door and knocked.

So far so good - can you carry on from here? Share your story on google docs or email it to me and I can publish the next bit of this adventure.

Enjoy Sasha's descriptive piece. Her treehouse is beautiful.

 

The treehouse 

In the deep forest of Africa there was a beautiful wood treehouse. When you walked in, the sun peeked through the cracks between each piece of wood, which made it so bright and warm. As you climbed the wooden steps going towards the log treehouse, you got a good feeling in your stomach that made you want to scream with joy and bounce off all the walls. Inside is even better. Brightly coloured furniture all around me and beautiful art lined across all the walls. Purple, blue, red and yellow bean bags scattered around the bottom floor with desks and paper and all the fruit you could ever imagine. As you made your way up the wooden ladder to the next floor you saw the tiny faces of little kids sitting on the pillows on the second floor all wearing brightly coloured clothes and dark brown hair. They welcomed me into their treehouse home. Each day I visited the treehouse and sometimes I even stayed over.

 

BY Sasha Anson

 

I love your imagination, guys! Check out the amazing texts and drawings that our GHS students come up with!

 

By Emily and Luke Boshoff

By Blake Garret

By Avyan Handa - inspired by the book, A Lion in the Library by Michelle Knudsen