Y3 Celtic Harmony Visit

The BMS Bot

Are you bored of school? Would you like someone or something to take your place? Then read on and find out more about the BMS Bot 4000.

First, you ned to turn the machine on. This is on a computer that you need to hide in your bedroom. It is powered by batteries so it should be able to go.

Next, you will need to program the robot to go to your school. Make sure your machine is wearing your uniform! Once there, it will find your space in class and pretend to be you.

Then, type to find a pen or pencil. It will open a pouch and out will come a pen or pencil to do your work. Fortunately, it will be able to write like you! If the teacher asks a question, you will search up the answer and tell the robot who will answer in your voice. Or, if you are doing sports, when you run you will be the fastest and probably exhausted but you the robot will not.

Finally, put the robot under your bed to charge so it is ready for the next day.

You will never be bored of school again!

Etta S 3CT

Greedy, Grandpa Gingerbread

Yesterday, at approximately 7:13 at Blue Park Field The Gingerbread Man was unexpectedly reported dead. The Sun Police aren’t too sure how, but have seen people looking suspicious in public.

The Gingerbread Man lived an exciting life playing with friends in the fields. The Gingerbread Man (Tim) was baked 2 weeks before he was reported dead. The public have claimed there was a grandpa and a fox nearby when this happened. The fox said ‘It wasn’t me I promise I was walking to see my friend (Jerry) at the park in Surrey’ The police are unsure about this statement.

After talking to the owners who own the Blue Park Field The Sun Police have asked for Cctv to see this murder, and exactly who it was the committed this crime. It is said that Mrs Patel (the owner of the field) thinks it was the Grandpa. The police remain undecided on her opinion and are still trying to find out who committed the crime.

At 4:15 on the 14th of August ( 2 days after the crime)

The Sun Police have officially found footage of who killed The Gingerbread Man, confusingly the footage has come from a family friend, who lived 5 minutes away from the grandpa, who has been found by the police and he said that he was starving.

The police are wondering whether to send grandpa to prison for this assault on The Gingerbread Man, however some are saying ‘HE HAS BEEN FRAMED! R.I.P Gingerbread man’

Evie 6CH

War Games

Dear Ma, Pa and little Johnny, War isn’t too bad; I’ve made some chums in the trenches. I miss home terribly. How are all of you? We mainly eat bully beef, it’s not too bad but not half a good as you roast, Ma! Is Johnny signing up?

Lots of love,

Your loving sun and brother, Alan.

Ma and Pa’s eyes are bright with proudness and have large, wide smiles on their faces. I look up at the beautiful blue sky, my eyes shimmering more than ever as I peacefully watch the graceful larks in the sky. “I wish I was a bird,” I mutter to myself, hoping no one hears. Dragging me but the ear, Pa brings me into the dining room to finish off supper. Ma starts to speak with an infuriating frown. “If only you were more like your brother,” single drops of tears start to topple down my face. Pa abruptly comes in with, “we’re ashamed of you and proud of your brother, how can that be?” I cry myself to sleep that night that night but decide to join up, I must prove them wrong, prove everyone!

The next morning, I wake up with a tear-stained face, but quickly wash it off in the bathroom. Trying my best, I pick my best clothes, and then march off to the recruitment office, there I see my best friend Harry, surrounded by a crowd of girls (as always). The cheers from spectators almost deafen me! I see a couple of lads I know, joining up together, like the local football team and some shopkeepers too! I’m surrounded by posters telling me to join up. I feel almost intimidated. As I sign up I feel guilty for lying, so I put on an awkward smile, the officer smirks when I sat in 18, I wonder if he can yell I’m 15?

Training was excruciating, the exercises left me breathless. We swear a sickening brown uniform - it’s s’posed to be red! I even had to wear my own trousers and the boys picked on me for it. They taught us how to fight, march, use our weapons and follow commands. I miss home terribly and regret signing up. They all say well be home but Christmas which is good! We travelled to France on boat and bus, I had a little cry to myself on the boat. When we arrived and got out of the busses, everything suddenly seemed so real.

The bombs are blazing, the guns are screeching, we’re here, it’s began. I’m shocked! We have to dig our own trenches, oh how terrible it is! My hands are shaking, I long to be back home with everyone. Once we finish, we sit down around a fire and sing some songs. I pour some brew into a metal flask and bump into a round, jolly man with rosy cheeks and a button nose. “Hello,” I whisper quietly, the man looks me up and down and then replies, “Oh hello swaddle,” he pauses, “I’m Albert – you?” he has a look of reassurance on his face, which reminds me of Alan. “I’m Johnny, come from Bletchley, and am uh,” I think for a second, should I lie? “18, yes 18!” He doesn’t look convinced but goes with it anyway. “So, Johnny from Bletchley, what do ya think about these cooties, I’m itching like mad!” I nod and then smile. I wish there were more people like Albert in this world, if there was we wouldn’t have this ruddy war!

Today, I had my first helping of bully beef. Disgusting. Utterly disgusting. Just as in about to take a kip (even though it’s the afternoon), someone screams gas attack, I panic and then rapidly out on my gas mask, I run to a private space and shut my eyes tight, waiting for it to all to be over. Cautiously, I open my eyes and am surrounded by mocking faces, laughing like they’re dollally, amongst all the others I see Harry in the centre making rude comments. There’s a rather large rat which scurries by and after a little while a smaller rat comes past trying it’s best to catch up, just like Alan and me. I shiver and think of home and how much I miss it. Then, I have a right go at Harry for tricking me and refuse to ever talk to ever talk to him again. Tears race down my face instantly and regret all I said. We stay in the trenches for weeks so soon enough it becomes your home and I’ve just lost my best friend, my brother even. “Private Jones!” he bellows, “Jones sniper duty. NOW!!” Sergeant Stanley looks furious with me so; I wipe my tears away and start. As I stare down at the ground, I see piles of dead bodies, so I scrunch my eyes up in horror. A bullet goes over my head and hits Harry’s head. There’s a sudden gasp. There right in front of me is my best friend’s dead body. My palms are sweating, and heart is pounding I can’t believe it, he’s gone. Dead, and it’s all my fault. I’m being pointed at, glared at and all there’s left to do is whimper about my own mistake. It’s time, the hour, the minute, the second I’ve been dreading. “Men get your weapons out; we’re going up and over.” Sergeant Stanley declares, my hands are trembling. I know I won’t make it, I’m sure of it, I love you ma, Pa and most of all Alan, please never forget me. BANG! All I can hear is a whirring sound in my head. I spend my final seconds, gazing up at the sky, watching the graceful larks float above my tear-filled eyes. I take one last breath, close my eyes, and fall into an eternal sleep.

Flo A 6PSP

Junior Chase - Fun Run