For those who read my hamster the one about Sparkle he died on Thursday 7.12.06. It is very different I miss him chewing his bars of his cage. My mum buried him but she isn’t telling me where he is. He had conjuctivitis it is an eye disease. from Michael
December 13th, 2006
As the train jerked to life we went slowly out of the station. As we sped up people started sleeping. After four hours I could see the castle but then suddenly we tumbled and crashed.
The train went SPLASH!! into the forbidden cold loch. The castle became shadowy and creepy. I felt as if this was the end of an era. The era of my living life. I swam out of the drowning train. I swam so fast that I could of got gold in the Olympics, but no one else did they slipped away silently sleeping.
BY SEAN P7
December 11th, 2006
STEALING STEVIE
There was once a girl called stealing Stevie. She was the worst girl in town no one even dared to even look at her dark black frizzy bush of hair. When she walked down the street, people like Mrs Fisher (the most nosey person in town), wouldn’t even look back to look at her.
When Stevie walked past everyone would hold their handbags just in case they disappeared into thin air, although people never saw her face. Her hair was always flung over her face. People like Mrs Fisher described her, as mean, moody, hairy, and unwanted but no one knew if it was true.
The next morning she got out of bed feeling clean, fresh and cheerful. She opened her window and flung her hair back everyone saw her face it was beautiful, her heart suddenly filled with love.
She saw a postman and said “Hello how are you?”. He said “Very well,” She looked around and couldn’t believe the sight. She had missed so much by always hiding her face. Not anymore!
By Gemma P7
December 11th, 2006
Every week Primary 7’s Star Writers from Hanover Street will be posting their blogs on The Reading Bus site. The children are really keen to display their work and so we decided to keep on blogging! Watch out over the next week for 6 of the most recent Star Writers who have been working on improving their settings in stories and on creating effective chararcters. Our most recent work is based on changing characters after we read The Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. We would welcome your comments to help us improve our writing even more.
Gill Graham - P7 Teacher
December 11th, 2006
I USED TO HAVE TWO GOLDFISH BUT THEY DIED IN TWO THOUSAND AND FOUR. THEIR NAMES WERE JAMIE AND BOB. THEY STAYED IN A FISH TANK IN MY DINING ROOM. I HAD THEM FOR A YEAR.
December 3rd, 2006