” …however, she couldn’t believe what she had done…”
“She killed someone?” asked a little girl.
“What?” asked all the boys in unison.
“Why?” they all asked.
“If you let me read on I will tell you,” said the care lady impatiently. ” …however, she couldn’t believe what she had done. She had just murdered someone!” she finished her sentence.
All the kids froze with pale faces.
“Ahhhhh!” they all screamed. The kindergarten turned into a hellhole. Screaming, crying, a total massacre! All the toys and crayons went everywhere and soon, all the kids fell down, tired. They all had a nap.
As I sprinkled malteasers on the huge pink cake. My aunty is getting married and I am in charge of making the wedding cake. It is perfect but I am worried. The wedding is on a bridge.
The Next Day….
We get to the wedding. A boy hands my aunt a yellow daffodil that she slips into her hair. The cake is on a precarious edge. Two kids are playing around at the table legs that the cake is on. One pushes the other. The cake rocks and rocks and slips and falls off the edge into the water below.
“Ouch!” an itchy bomb fell on my head from the tree above me. Heaps start falling on me!
“Ouch! Ow! Ahh!” I yell. The itchiness comes to me. I walk home, itching and scratching in absolutely every place possible. I itched all the way home. Soon, over the week the itching became worse. We went to the doctors and he told us that I had sensitive skin, so it is way worse than it should be.
The next day I go back to the tree. “Dumb tree!” I say kicking it. Bad idea! All the itchy bombs fall onto me!
I told you exactly what to do! The King needs his wedding cake by noon!” I yelled.
“But I didn’t understand the instructions!” said the baker. “I thought you said cupcakes,” he says taking out a tray of them.
“That’ll have to do…” I said, taking the tray out to the wedding room.
I show them to the prince. He looks at them once and slams the tray to the ground and the tray hits is with a thud.
“I WANT MY WEDDING CAKE DONE NOW! THE WEDDING STARTS AT 12:30 AND I NEED IT BY 12:00!”
I was fired that day.
My breath cold. My whole body is shaking and my back pressed against against the wall. I look around the blind corner of the wall. There I see the giant golden maned beast standing there, it’s teeth gritted and dripping with saliva. This is the problem with being a night zoo keeper, you could be eaten alive. All I did was try to feed the lion and it got out, and it’s hungry and after me. All I do is run. I sweat till my body can’t squeeze any more sweat out of my sweat glands. Oh no! Dead end…
“Stop the car!” I shouted. “Come on dad your driving too fast,”
“No I can’t stop,” he grunts back. His body is stiff against the acceleration pedal.
It is a misty day and we are driving at high speed. I can’t take this anymore. I push him to the side to try to get him to push it. I grab the steering wheel and frantically jerk it to the side. We start weaving through all the lanes including the bike lane. Suddenly the car flips. Our crimson red car flies through the air. We crash. I visit dad’s grave everyday.
My dad is an inventor. He invented a giant pair of robotic legs that we can ride. Today we tested them.
We ran through the trees and the streets, as if no-one even knew we were there. It was the best thing that I had ever done in my entire life.
“These are the world’s first pair of giant robot legs,” said my dad, flicking a switch on the remote. The legs went faster.
“Oh no!” I scream. My dad and I fall off the pair of legs and watch as they run away. They smash a building over. CRASH!
The persians were planning to attack ancient greece long ago. They thought they should do something, so they decided to fight. That is what the leaders agreed on. They did not talk to the city first, and not everyone wanted to choose to fight. Later, thinking that they needed a solution to this, the greeks made up democracy. Democracy is a mix between two greek words: Demos, which means people and Kratos, meaning power or rule. Together, it means ‘rule of the people’. They said they let everyone vote, apart from slaves, women or anyone poor. I understand that only wealthy men could vote. I understand that it was probably quite hard for all women slaves and not so wealthy people who wanted to vote, but were restricted not too. Their system was revolutionary, but not so fair. New rulers came and went (for example, King John) and democracy soon died out. By the middle ages, monarchy was popular, so kings and queens ruled and people did not get a say. Did the people choose to change that? As we know, the Magna Carta was signed and after some years, democracy started back up again. The ancient greek strategy was then used again. Today, democracy is STILL used! Other countries are not in democracy, some are in monarchy, a form of government with one monarch as the ruler. Do any 3rd world countries have any forms of government like democracy?
Here is the link: http://www.abc.net.au/btn/story/s4460249.htm
This is the Mbao tribe. Mbao means wood in african. This is a very mysterious tribe and they are always practicing their arts of chi and kung-fu. Their tribe does not live today but they are still remembered. You can find a park somewhere in africa all about the mbao tribe. The people were not actually made of wood, but they wore wood armour to be protected from attackers, invaders and the other wildlife around them. If you ever spot this tribe, never take pictures or videos because they could think you’re threatening them. They’ll use their kung-fu on you.
We were moving very fast when we crashed. Glass flew everywhere. Our car was SMASHED to smithereens. I was crying, holding my bleeding head. Blood poured down my hand onto my arm. I was drenched in sweat. The ambulance was coming. I could see it down the road, sirens blaring, lights flashing. I am taken to hospital with both my parents. Riding in the back of the ambulance was scary for me. I had never been to hospital. I was taken to a room, where they bandaged up my head.Going to hospital was weird, scary even, but it’s finally over!