As I stood in my boat around lunch time, with my hair weaving briskly in the wind and my blue eyes sparkling like glitter, I grasped my fishing net. As I did so I noticed strong ripplings and bubbles from on top of the lake, about ten metres away. My heart thumped hard as I felt an exotic shiver run down my body. As I stood there with my eyes wide open in shock I thought to myself, "What is that? What should I do?" With no utter of thought I quickly zoomed down like a jet and grasped the oars. The bubbles were still on my tail, so I rowed as fast as I could, not stopping or looking behind me. All I could do was just row and row ... After a couple of minutes of excruciating pain I stopped rowing and took a breather.
I didn't dare to look behind me but I needed to know whether or not the ominous bubbles were still there so I turned around slowly. My heart thumped quicker and quicker each time I moved another inch. There was nothing to be seen except for the clear sparkling water. "Thank goodness", I thought to myself as my heart started to slow down. "What was that? Maybe a crocodile or an alligator. I rowed briskly to the shore, got out of my boat, walked to my house, opened the front door and whispered "Glad to be home safe and sound!"
Rory Lord, Year 7 (Homework Assignment)
As the wrinkled old man stood in his boat wobbling on the surface of the murky water with his net sinking below it the fog started falling all around him. It was getting late as he started his way to his small village where his wife sat rocking back and forth in her wooden chair.
Time flew by. That night they had a home cooked meal and walked to bed. The next morning he was awoken by the sound of coughing and spluttering instead of the smell of bacon and eggs. His wife was extremely sick. The man was very worried about his dear old wife and sent her to the doctor. The worst of the news was the doctor admitted she was extremely sick. Medicine was prescribed but it was not guaranteed that it would work, but it was their only hope(her only hope). Days passed. There was no improvement. In fact it was the opposite - she was getting worse and kept going down hill.
The old man stopped his hobby (fishing) and spent every minute of the day with his wife. One morning the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into the old man's nose. He looked around, got up from his empty bed and ran into the kitchen. Tears welled up in his eyes. His wife was up. She was walking, cooking and not a sickly sound from her mouth was heard. They were both so happy. They had many years after that and were extremely happy living the way they did once before.
Jessica Matthews, Year 8 (Homework Assignment)
My hazel eyes sail away into the sunrise. The bitter cold mist that seeps through my fighting soul does not bother me. My aged wrinkled hands loosen and I nearly drop my net of fighting fish. The steep rugged mountains surround me as I regain focus. My net struggles as I drag it into my old bruised boat. The boat jolts. Icy water splashes over me. Although now I'm freezing and wet I'm pleased to be here - in this amazing place.
Jade Davies, Year 7 (6 minute time limit)
