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Highfields provides PPE for key workers

We want to say a huge thank you to Miss Morris in the DT department for coming into school to make visors for four of our local care homes who have been struggling to find PPE supplies. Miss Morris single headedly turned our design and technology department in to a mini production line to produce the PPE equipment in the image opposite.

Mrs Morgan also donated safety goggles that students use in our science department to staff at Chesterfield PCT.

THANK YOU!

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‘We Are Highfields Fund’ 2020

Thank you to everyone who has, and still is, contributing to the ‘We Are Highfields’ fund to support Highfields families during this outbreak – our total has reached £4,281!

The fund has been set up to support Highfields families affected by the Covid-19 outbreak to get food and connectivity. Anyone wishing to donate to this fund during this crisis can do so through their ParentPay account in the same way that payments for school trips are made.

Y10 100 word story competition Mr Key

A big thank you to all those who entered the competition. Writing a story in only 100 words is a real challenge, so well done to those who succeeded. The stories were judged by the English department and Mr Marsh, with everyone voting for their three favourites. It was very close. Congratulations to our winner Isobel in 10WS. There will be a prize when we return to school.

Winner:

Dead tree, stands alone in a cornfield. Bitter wind bites through the air under a plain grey sky, blank and unmarked like the dull emptiness of failed hopes and lost dreams.

Dead tree, stands alone in a cornfield. Dry brittle branches creak, scraping over one another. Nails scraping over chalkboard, muffled by a silent, pressured silence. A crow shrieks.

Cornfield, the old crop: abandoned years ago to run wild across the plain, uneven stalks wavering in the breeze, stretching to the distant grey horizon. The broad oak, hunching over the corn. Desolate, solitary.

Dead tree, stands alone in the cornfield. By Isobel (10WS)

Two runners-up

The Chase

You’ve got to keep running. Don’t stop, keep going; you must. Keep running until your chest screams at you, until your legs can’t carry you. No, even then, keep running. Freedom won’t be yours if you stop. It will pull further out of reach until you catch it. Chase it. Keep chasing. Chase it along the winding paths, around every daunting corner. I’m not far behind you, so keep chasing freedom. Around the next corner, you stop, frantically fighting for breath. What a mistake. Freedom’s gone. I’ve caught up. I’ve won. You’re finished, my prey. You should have kept running. By Holly (10RNS)

The Exchange

The figure catapulted into the dark alley like a hale stone from the thunderous clouds. Anger seeped through his veins like an intoxicating drug. They were watching. The rain hitting his head stung, each drop hitting the injustice committed. No room for survivors - he would take his revenge. The sun shone intensely down on the sweet Brazilian town. Brightly coloured facades masqueraded the silent battle of the watchers. Staring through cracks of jewelled house fronts, they placed their bets. A lone figure, apart from the carnival crowd, unaware of his audience, walked towards the bank. A note exchanged. Job done. By Molly (10WS)

And some that came close …

Michael was sitting down in the office to start the six hour shift. He was. It was 2am and he was checking the monitor when he saw a twitch from Bonnie and then he started to move. Michael saw Bonnie’s cold, purple eyes scanning the room then charge for the west corridor. Michael freaked out and checked camera 2c. For some reason Bonnie was in the cleaner’s closet. It was 5am when Michael saw both Bonnie and Chica by the doors. He then saw it was 6am and pelted out of the building as fast as possible. By Cain (10WS)

Can anyone help? Being a teenager isn’t easy: trying to fit in, find yourself and do well in class. Other have it easy; I didn’t. I didn’t know who I was - I never fit in anywhere, I only just pass classes. It started to go downhill when my dad died. It was hard, because everyone went on with their lives like nothing happened. I couldn’t. To take my mind off it, I went for a drive. I was too distracted, swerved around a corner and the next thing I saw was darkness. I screamed; no sound came. Crap: I was in a coma. By Courtney (10WS)

The night was silent too silent. There was a calm breeze whistling through the gaps between the tall buildings all silent. Then the church bell chimed. Breaking the silence. Abruptly, she ran around the corner blood, covered and fearful. She ran to an old tower block. Shaking with dread, she sprinted up the stairs like her life depended on it. Perhaps it did. She reached the top. Silence returned to the dark village as a million signal flares filled the air, a sigh of relief soon after. But what was the purpose though? Well I guess we will never know. By Eve (10RNS)

It is long and curving, wrapping around me like an old, worn piece of rope covered in algae. My scar.

I was 16 when it happened. I fell. I fell off an old, slouched pier plated in barnacles. The fall wasn’t the problem; it was the mist. The mist which prevented me from swimming back to the shore and instead caused me to swim into the writhing, bleached sea. The mist which prevented me from being normal, happy, smiling. The mist which prevented me from seeing who pushed me, who tried to kill me. The mist that caused my scar. By Amelia (10WS)