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Visit the BSB website at www.britishschool.ro Exceptional Student Writing Using powerful imagery in a poem: My Brother My brother is a computer. He’s full of useless information. Someone tried to delete information, But he got an electric shock, And now he is in hospital. He’s full of baby games, And likes playing them all, He hates people touching him, Especially when they don’t wash their hands. Writing an account of an incident in a range of genres: Mystery “OH MY GOODNESS!” shouted Egor while running towards the P.E. hall. “THE TROPHIES ARE MISSING!”All year 5 started running toward the trophy cupboard. Everyone started running all around the school. “Stop!” shouted Andrei. “Look, a… a… a footprint.” Everyone was staring at the footprint for over half an hour, thinking: is it a teacher’s footprint? It was a beautiful day, I was playing with my mini monster truck, when suddenly – BOOOM!!! Something landed on our house. But what - ? I had no time to waste. I dashed into the forest, up a tree, to the top. What happened to my family? Why didn’t they come? What was the thing that landed on our house? All day long I ate three apples, but always thinking what was that thing, it surely wasn’t human… or was it? Fear Fear was walking past a gun shop. He waited outside the door, to push someone down the stairs. He sees a man through the door window buying a shotgun. Fear decides to follow him home. When the man got home, Fear was still following him. The man started to walk up the stairs when suddenly Fear pushed him down the stairs. The man yelled and shot fire bullets randomly. The fifth bullet hit Fear in the head. Fear fell down in agony and died. Idan, 6D Amelia, 3L Annie on a Treasure Adventure Annie was a girl who liked going on adventures. She was 14 years old and studied special things she found on adventures. One day Annie was searching for something special to study at her warm house. Soon she couldn’t find anything so she thought she could quickly go home and get a spade and come back to start digging in the forest. Soon she came back with a spade. Then she found a perfect spot and started digging. Soon it was 12 cm long. She kept on digging. Soon it was all hard and she couldn’t dig. She lifted a hard thing that was hard to carry. Then she saw it was an enormous treasure box. Then she couldn’t hold on any longer and dropped it. Then she ran home and got a cart so she could carry the special treasure home. When she came back she couldn’t find the special treasure, she could only find the long hole. She was just about to go to her warm house when she heard a rustle in the bushes. Then a man came out with the treasure box and hid behind a tree. Then Annie said “Give me that treasure or I’ll call the police.” The man didn’t give it to her. Annie got so cross. Annie went to the police and told him all about the man and the police went to the forest. Soon he took the evil man to jail. Then Annie got the treasure and a special award, a medal. The end. Orphan Mill “WAKE UP! NOW!” shrilled a high pitched voice. Henry groaned, and turned over in his very broken bed. He wasn’t going to get up. Too comfy. “Ouch!” Henry suddenly leapt out of bed (because he’d gotten hit by the saucepan.) “That’s what you get when you don’t answer the wake – up call,” said the maid, and then she left. Henry was an orphan, and lived in an orphanage run by John the boss, who, in the orphans’ opinion, was the wickedest man on earth. You know why? Because when visitors weren’t around, the orphanage turned into a mine shaft. And guess who did all the building, moving rocks and riding carts through collapsing tunnels? The orphans! Henry reached for his clothes. … All right, rags. He didn’t know how he was able to get out of bed, he thought to himself as he trudged of to the pet house. I forgot to tell you earlier that the orphans were allowed one pet to help them do their job, like a rabbit to dig you out if you get buried, or a dog to warn you if a cart was coming. As for Henry, he had a jet black (mostly by soot) horse called Nightmare. (Horses were used to pull carts of stones.) Sarah, 5T The British School of Bucharest Magazine 28
Visit the BSB website at www.britishschool.ro Liria, 5B Strange Setting I went in a rocket. I fell off the rocket. I didn’t know where I was. I saw many bumps on the ground. The ground was rocky. I saw aliens, I think one billion aliens. I was impressed when I saw a man, walking to a castle. I think I was on a planet very close to the sun. I smelled good food. The castle was a jail. It was pitch black, and there she was, Becki Ramstone, sitting on her bed, crossed-legged, and as still as a statue. She couldn’t sleep. She could hear creaky tiptoes, slithering like a serpent under her bed. She could hear the clock, gently going tick-tock. What if there’s a thief down there? It couldn’t have been Mum or Dad, could it? Maybe there’s a thief down there, and he wants to get Dad’s expensive TV set. Who knows? But Becki had a brilliant idea. She slowly got out of her bed, put her slippers on, and she slipped on a black blanket. She could see her big, tall, black Labrador, sleeping all over the floor. The dog’s name was Alexandra, but Becki called her Alex for short. Becki kept walking. The creaking footsteps stood still, and so did Becki. She looked around: nothing Clara, 3P Eldan, 3P My teacher dropped us in a strange place. I can see red trees and pink birds. The floor is red and I see one person only. He has strange ears. Everything is red and so is the person. I move a little forward and I see a sign. It says Mini Mountain, turn but dead silence. She ran back to her room, but just as she reached the door, a massive hand pulled her back, and escaped through the chimney. Becki didn’t move in the tall figure’s hand. She just let it happen. The thing ran, and then, slowly, she could see the thing lifting itself with its great wings. Yes, they were floating in the mid air. When they landed, it landed with a great thump. Believe me, it was a massive figure, but it looked like a flying serpent to Becki. It walked into its cage. He put Becki on a table. “What are you?” “A human”, answered Becki. The thing laughed. “What are you?” asked Becki. The thing howled with anger, showing his great big white teeth. “I am a dragon”, he answered. “And your name?” “Rex”, replied the dragon. “Why did you take me away?” “I need a friend to play with”, he answered. “but why don’t you play with all of those other dragons?” “Because they are always eating humans and being mean.” “Well, now you have me, what are you going to do?” I saw everyone was small and I was a giant. There were small houses and so many people around me, like one million. They wore red dresses and had swords and they wanted to take me somewhere. They took me to a lake that was very deep and threw me in it. It was so big that I reached the bottom. There were sharks, crabs, and big fish. I heard a big noise. It was a Elad, 3P submarine and it took me on it’s back. It smelt very good like pizza. Some sharks and crabs came. They were so scary. Year 4K Class Poem left. I turned left and walked for two hours. I saw another sign with lights. I smell mashed potatoes. I see a little man. He takes me to the swimming pool. I jumped in it and my teacher made me come back. I want to be a Superstar I want to explore the world I want to be the smartest girl I want to do a ballerina twirl I want to be a famous earl I want to be a superstar I want to be a superstar I want to live near the seashore I want to ride a dinosaur Yee Haa I want to be kind for evermore I want to be a superstar I want to be a superstar I want to be a dog with fur I like it when a cat goes purr. I want to be addressed as Sir - Yes Sir I want to be a superstar I want to be a superstar I want to be a super cool surfer I want to be a scuba diver I want to have my own pet tiger I want to be a lion tamer I want to be a superstar I want to be a superstar I want to fly to outer space I want to win an Olympic race I want to be a knight with a mace I want to be a flying ace I want to be a superstar I want to be a superstar The British School of Bucharest Magazine 29
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