The Zoo! I LOVE the Zoo! It is great, and my favourite animal is the Yellow Gorilla. It is so cool. When we arrive I go straight to enclosure, my mu can’t keep up. I look at it running. It is a very pretty sight. I take hundreds of photos on my mum’s phone I think all the data was wasted. My day at the zoo was great, and as I run back over the brick road, I think how much I will miss this when I’m older, so I think I should soak it all in now.
No way. It can’t be. I’m too scared. I shivered as I wondered what was behind the door. A horrible thing. A monster. A clown. Something that will haunt my dreams forever. I open the door to reveal something so frightening-no just my cat. His name is Lockjaw. Kind of scary I guess , but not what I thought it would be more scary.
3 hours later
There is a creak at the door again. I almost poo my pants. I open the door and a disgusting creature is waiting there, hungry for human blood…wait, no, it’s just my sister! Quite similar… (lol)
I don’t know how to explain this, but I will try. It all started when I went to get slurpies with my friend, Billy. I suddenly started seeing weird things. A big pimple on his forehead, only dirt flavoured slurpies and everyone around me looked sad, and grey. It reminded me of a time when I was watching ‘Freaky Friday’, and things started changing weirdly. It really creeped me out. I went to the doctors the next day, and they said I was fine, maybe it was just a phase I was going through. I have been scared ever since.
I stare at the giant hands. Something’s not right. There is something… lifelike about them.
The next morning I go to check out the hands again, but, they aren’t here… Am I in the right place? I check the sign. Yep, Preston Avenue. Maybe they got rid of them? I will definitely check tomorrow. Now I’m scared.
I go to sleep that night dreaming about the hands. What are they holding? A rope? I will never know because they are gone. Suddenly I hear a creak. I look at the door and see a massive hand statue in my doorway…
“Your dress is nearly ready your majesty the Queen, I have all the plans, but what colour should it be?” I ask.
“You have not even sorted the colour yet? Our party is in 3 days!” She screams. She storms out of the room. I quickly start making the dress. I grab different coloured materials and sew them together with my big old over locker. It is looking pretty good actually…
2 days later….
Wow. It really does not look how I thought it would look. It looks horrible. I bring it to the queen. She sees it, then faints. That’s great!
I can smell the cooked lamb up the stairs. In our small boot camp near the river, all there is discipline. All us kids are starved till we are on our knees weeping and crying, our pink lips dry. I’m starving. As I reach the top step, the smell gets stronger. My mouth waters. Suddenly I hear footsteps. The chef! Desperately, I hide in the cleaner’s closet. I am so nervous. The footsteps pass me. I creep out, and there it is, glistening in the light. Lamb stew.
“Hey!” A voice yells behind me. Shoot!
I grab the plate and run.
As I walk off, I think to myself, ‘why would I do that?’, and the truth is, I really don’t know. I guess… punching a kid in the face isn’t that bad. Oh actually, I did hit pretty hard, so yeah, it was bad. I remember Billy’s face when my fist connected. And the blood. Lots of blood. The next day my mum forced me to write an apology letter.
This is what I wrote:
I am sorry for punching you. I won’t do it again. One question though; why are you such an idiot?
From me, Dan.
It is ice cold. Is that a….- helicopter? It’s time! I have been out in this horrible jungle for a week now and I cannot bear it anymore. I regularly go camping, so I hope this is the last time. The helicopter floats down and I grab the rope. I get in and they give me a lime Icy pole, even though I’m freezing. We get home and they take me to an emergency centre. They sit me in front of a warm flame. I glance at the clock. 4:45! I thought it was still morning! Time flies in the jungle.
” …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.
The 5 BIG Questions
Big Question #1: I think that the twist of them all falling to sleep at the end made the book good.
Big Question # 2: I think that this 100wc would be better if it had more detail or descriptive words or both.
Big Question # 3: Well, I am the author of this 100wc and I don’t really think that there is something I really want the reader to know.
Big Question # 4: I wrote this because it was set for homework.
Big Question # 5: The audience needs to know that the teacher is a bit silly for reading kindergarteners a murder mystery book to enjoy this.
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.