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IN THIS ISSUE Headteacher’s message Author visit Recipe of the week New school day times Rounders success Contact details Dear Parents and Carers, I hope all our Year 11 students should be revising every night now as our exam season has begun. Revision sessions are available after school, during half term and there are guides on our website under the Exams section: http://www.childwallssa.org/Students/Exams Some of our Year 8 students are off to Clwyds on Duke of Edinburgh Silver award practise this weekend, so good luck to them all and I’ll look forward to sharing the photographs with you on their return. Mr Kerfoot - Headteacher VISIT OF AUTHOR ALAN GIBBONS INSPIRES STUDENTS TO WRITE Local award-winning author Alan Gibbons carried out workshops in our school on Tuesday the 15 th May with groups of Year 7, 8 and 9 students. He is the author of books including: The Trap, An Act of Love, Shadow of Minataur and Total Football. The students were enthralled listening to him as he encouraged them to write. His use of language was infectious and his passion for story writing really inspired the students as they listened to how anyone could become a successful author as he did. Following the talks, he went on to work with each group on a piece of creative writing based on the theme of ghost stories (the students’ interpretations of ‘The House on the Hill’ are on the next page.) Head of Year 7, Mr Backhouse said: “The students were completely engaged and each gained a lot from the session and some of the stories they have written are superb. I hope they left inspired to read more and to put pen to paper and get creative.” The Year 7 students left with their own copy of Alan’s book “Street Corner Dad” to enjoy reading at home. We look forward to their book reviews of this heart-warming tale that's set in Liverpool.
Students’ interpretations of ‘The House on the Hill’ The House on the Hill by Neil Austin Foggy, orange clouds growled overhead. Thunder rumbled, like silvery fingers lightning flashed in the sky. Giant, big raindrops smashed on the ground. Sonic belted through the woods, looking for shelter. Presently, an enormous shadowy silhouette formed in the rain. Before long, a strange, vast hulk appeared in the storm. That’s when a column of moonlight illuminated the house. I followed Sonic through the open door. We hadn’t gone far when we heard creaking noises throughout the house. The House on the Hill by George McCarthy The dense gunmetal-grey clouds swiftly swept overhead. The thunder destroyed the silence as the time passed. Like sound the lightning beamed down from the sky. The enlarged, swollen, raindrops rebounded off the ground. Reece being the dope he is, sprinted through the wild woods gazing for cover. Soon a bloblike figure appeared out of the dusty rain. That’s when the shape of the house bloomed under the moonlight. I followed Peter into the never ending cellar only to gape on a creaky, crooked door. We hadn’t gone far when the tell-tail sound of uneven floorboards snapping floated toward us. Suddenly a glacial cold climbed up my back and up my head and embraced me. A ghostly spectral face welled up and emerged before us in the darkness. The House on the Hill by Caitlyn Riddell Thick indigo clouds swarmed overhead. Thunder growled like an irate hound. Like flashing strikes, lightning scintillated in the sky. Gigantic, thumper raindrops sploshed on the ground. Mo Salah sprinted through the woods searching for shelter. Soon a strange, vast shadowy hulk appeared in the storm. That’s when a beam of moonlight illuminated the ground. I followed Mo Salah inside through the open door. That’s when, as if opened by an unseen hand, the door opened only for me to stumble upon a crumbling doorstep. We hadn’t gone far when the sound of a child weeping seeped through the walls. Then the tell-tale sound of uneven floorboards snapping floated towards us. The temperature around us dropped like a stone. At that moment, the air chilled our skin. A face, a translucent face, surfaced before us in the blackness. The House on the Hill by Logan Shaw Dark, inky clouds floated overhead. Thunder boomed like a wounded beast. Like bright razors lightning scintillated in the sky. Swollen, gigantic raindrops crashed on the ground. Mack slushed through the overflowing woods, peering for shelter. Sooner than he thought, smack, he ran into a quartz pillar. As he looked up he saw the three storey house. Before long it gloomed like it has not been touched in centuries. Mack slowly turned the rusty old door knob, he tripped over the chipped pieces of wood. I followed him into the house. As we were walking down to the icy cold basement there was rising damp crawling through the soft plaster. A ghostly face popped out from underneath the stairs and whispered “Help me”.
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