Outside, the ferocious sun beamed across the crowded city. Inside, the wind rushed and people danced the night away.
Outside, the sky was dark in the beautiful forest. Inside, the heat steamed the windows of the building.
Outside, the cave, a dragon was waiting for its prey. Inside, the hobbits hugged.
As soon as lovely Mr Hardy skipped into class seven. ,the familiar room immediately appeared to turn excited. He was confident with a large smile.” ‘ Settle down children,”whispered the kind teacher, .”I can’t wait to see what you achieve today!”
What is happiness? The sound of a young girl playing tag with her friends, someone opening a present at a birthday party and my mum when the laundry’s finished.
What is sad? A broken heart, a girl whose boyfriend broke up with her and my dad when his phone dies.
What is crazy? People who have sugar rushes, my brother when my mum comes home with doughnuts and my friends when I get my Six programme out.
What is normal? Me turning cartwheels, wearing coats in the rain and my Dad on his phone.
What is fun? Going on the biggest bouncy castle, shopping trips at Claires and Waterstones and that feeling when your sibling gets blamed for eating the last cookie in the jar.
What is boring? A maths teacher droning on about fractions and decimals, when my Mum is watching Hollyoaks at 6.00pm and when your friends do spelling tests in the playground.
What is loud? My brother at 3.00am singing Baby shark, an elephant stomp and the sickening crack as a leg breaks.
What is quiet? A mouse’s tiny tiptoe, the classroom when they’re waiting for the lunch bell and the awkward silence when your friend blurts out your secrets.
What is beautiful? Sunlight shimmering on a clean, blue sea, a black, leather handbag on sale for £450 and Ellen-Jane on her wedding day.
What is ugly? The sound of jeans ripping as they get caught on a tree branch, someone who thinks awful and deadly thoughts and the crying of a little boy after a temper tantrum.
What is sweet? The love between a dog and girl, sweets galore in the sweet store and happy girls giving each other friendship bracelets.
What is sour? The sweets Sour patch kids, lemons and limes and that kid no one likes at school.
What is cold? Winter nights, snow falling heavily, turning the grass into a cold white carpet and the tip of Mount Everest on the coldest day.
What is warm? A roaring fire in the grate, saying sorry to your best friend after a fight and she forgives you and a chicken and ham pie straight out of the oven, ready to share with friends and family.
The Rainbow Masks
I put on the red mask and saw,
The blood from an injured soldier,
A field of poppies
And a campfire that had just been lit.
I put on the orange mask and smelt,
Baked beans just being taken out of the microwave,
Carrots being cut,
And a pumpkin being carved a day before Halloween.
I put on a yellow mask and heard,
Ducklings chirping in the summer sun,
The crunching of corn,
And the sun sizzling like freshly cooked sausages.
I put on the green mask and felt,
The cool emerald necklace being put round my neck,
The wet grass on my feet on a cold winter’s morning,
The green eyes from a black cat gleaming at me.
Dear mam,
When we waved goodbye, all I could do was be pale and clutch my sherbet lemon. Eventually, I sucked it, and it cheered me up so much! Thank you so much, mam. All the kids around me were so envious. A few minutes later, I felt sad again, so I decided to look around me. It was the first time I noticed that I was on a real, (cram packed) chugging train! I took little Lulu out and snuffled against her while I watched all the other kids. The kids! Really, the state of some of them- there was one little kid who didn’t have shoes, or a suitcase, he was just nibbling his half of bread while strangling his handkerchief!
Staring out of the window, I couldn’t help but gape at all the green. It just wasn’t…. neat or tidy. I loved it! Did you know that in the countryside, they kill animals, when they’re still young, and eat them?
In, forever, we were lined up to get chosen. I remembered what you said; I straitened my back, squared my shoulders, and tried to look dainty. I was so sure I would be the first one to be chosen, and I wasn’t. Children after children were picked. I couldn’t help but hunch up and snuffle into my handkerchief. It was in terrible need of a wash. But you’ll never guess what, an old lady chose me just a few seconds later! She wiped my tears and said,
‘What’s your name dearie?’
I was surprised by how gently she talked to me.
‘Shirley Miss. Shirly Clayvon.’
The lady smiled, and said something about calling her Old Rosie.
Later, we went to a little cottage called Nightingale cottage, and Old Rosie fed me up with a boiled egg, and some bacon! It tasted so succulent. In fact, Old Rosie even gave me a sprinkle of sugar! I almost felt at home Mam, but it just wasn’t the same without you. I have to sleep on the floor, but last minute Old Rosie is buying me a lovely new blanket for me. I am in safe hands mam.
I miss you so,
Love, love, LOVE from your very loving daughter, Shirley.
P.S. I did what you told me to- I prayed for Dad.
I want to paint- red
The shining ruby red apple sitting in Miss Mathews fruit bowl,
The cherry sitting upon a mound of vanilla iced cream,
A scarlett dress hanging up in Mrs Hart’s wardrobe,
The crimson feeling of anger and rage,
And the bouquet of red roses sitting prettily in a vase.
I want to paint- Orange
The dozen carrots dumped inside the shopping cart,
A single marigold threaded through a young girl’s hair,
The sparks of a orange bonfire,in the middle of a circle of fellows,
A jet-black background with orange strips,the pattern upon a hungry tiger,
And a pot of marmalade sat in the darkened cupboard.
I want to paint-Yellow
A banana in a girls lunchbox,
Butter being spread evenly on Mr Whites toast,
A field full of farmers picking their corn,
Mustard being piled onto Celina’s hotdog,
And exoctic melon and pineapple being feasted upon.
I want to paint- Green
An emerald glinting in the moonlight,
Ferns creeping at the heels of a young boy,
A piece of basil on top of a steaming plate of spaghetti,
Moss growing at the bottom of tree trunks,
And seaweed washing up on the shores of Kancton.
I want to paint- Blue
The beautiful sapphire eyes of Mandy Miller,
Royal crowns being polished in the throne room,
True friends celebrating christmas together,
Azure, canary and watermelon dresses in the shop window,
And navy cloaks swishing round the floor,
I want to paint- Purple
Jam being made by Ms. Charman,
Lilac paint being painted onto the bedroom walls,
A bucket full of juicy plums from Billy’s plum tree,
Packs of crayons filled with magenta,daffodil and peridot,
And purple wine being poured into a clear glass,
I want to paint- Pink,
Strawberries growing in the coffee-brown box,
Tulips growing in Lily’s garden,
The blush being carefully applied to Miss May’s face,
Beautiful coral reefs hidden beneath the waves,
And flamingo’s being gawped at in the zoo.
I want to paint- Black,
Coal being put into a roaring fire,
Boys covered in soot from the chimney,
Obsidian leather jackets and denim coats in the shop window,
Girls dressed in jade-black trousers,
And ships the colour of blackbirds.
And finally I’d like to paint– the rainbow!
How to take care of a Weather Unicorn, the right way
Have you ever had to look after a Weather Unicorn while having no idea having no idea what to do? Well, follow this set of instructions and you’ll be fine. They really work!
What you need
Method
First, prepare shredded snow and cloudy – floss for your unicorn to enjoy so you can create a friendship between yourself and your creature.
Then, make a soft bed using a fluffy cloud, or if you have no idea where to get a cloud from, quickly pop to the closest and grab some cotton instead.
Later on, scaventure 3/4 of an acre since Weather Unicorns need an enormous amount of space when they exercise.
After that, play with your unicorn by playing fetch with a colourful, rainbow ball until it has been half an hour. Do this every day as it will balance you creature’s diet.
Next, obtain fresh rain from a rain cloud and sunny soap from the shop. Then, squeeze the sunny soap all over her body therefore you can rinse it off.
Finally, collect cold water from a summer lake the reason that is because this type of unicorn only drinks this particular water, and don’t forget the flash of lightning.
Warning!
Hopefully, you followed the instructions carefully but be careful after 10 years this method won’t work so they will need to be let out into the wild.
However have fun!
Part 4
The next day, the sun blazed like it had never done before. Grass shrivelled into fried, crispy straw. Insects perished on the hot rock. In fact, some villagers boiled eggs on black paving stones that absorbed so much light that children burned their feet. It was as if the sun was falling, closer to earth, boiling humans like we boil our food. Shirley couldn’t take it. She just lay on the hot floor, smothering herself in as much ice packs as she could, feeling very sick indeed. Old Rose practically moved into the fridge, though even the fridge was warm now. All the rationings were going to waste. Outside, the priest was shouting,
”God is punishing us! Pray now! Mend our sins!”
But Shirley could not wait any longer, for she was scared for Arjun. Even though she felt sick with heat, she needed to know what temperature peacocks were used to, and if they could survive 39 degrees. She knew that she needed to find someone, someone who could cure a cold in minutes, someone who could fortune tell, and someone who knew all secrets. Miss Reid.
Outside, the sun scorched Shirley’s body, even burning the soles of her shoes. Sweat poured off her like a fountain, and she felt so dizzy and tired that she could barely put one leg in front of the other. Soon, she was practically crawling, but not letting her knees and hands come in contact with the floor – it would burn her. Eventually, after forty-five minutes of heat and hell, Shirley got to Miss Reid’s house, and fell through the door.
She lay there panting, her body only dimly aware of the voice she could hear.
“What on earth are you doing on the floor, leaving the door open, and bringing all this heat in with you?!” exclaimed Miss Reid, feeling sorry for the girl, but also furious that she had let the heat in.
After a lot of sniffing remedies that Miss Reid had made herself, Shirley began to feel like a human again.
”Miss Reid, is-”
”He’s OK. Peacocks are used to temperatures higher than this!” said Miss Reid, bustling around to make tea. Shirley felt an overwhelming sense of anger. She had come all this way for nothing! Then the radio crackled, and Miss Reid tuned it. Shirley sat down, and started reading a medical book. By chance, she looked out of the window.
Outside, thousands of flags were were being waved, and joyful shouts erupted from houses. People danced, spinning like their lives depended on it. Inside, the radio crackled, and Churchill’s solemn voice echoed around the house.
”The war is over. We have won. Rejoice!”
This happened 70 years ago. Mrs Reid survived the whole war, but she suddenly caught a disease. She died in a week. The lady would never hear the secrets of Arjun again. Old Rose wrote to me, saying that Arjun had disappeared without a trace. I still dream of that peacock. In fact, I still have my quill with his feather. But I know he is always there, a shadow in the sun.
My life started with him. He’ll always be with me.
Part 4
The next day, the sun blazed like it had never done before. Grass shrivelled into fried, crispy straw. Insects perished on the hot rock. In fact, some villagers boiled eggs on black paving stones that absorbed so much light that children burned their feet. It was as if the sun was falling, closer to earth, boiling humans like we boil our food. Shirley couldn’t take it. She just lay on the hot floor, smothering herself in as much ice packs as she could, feeling very sick indeed. Old Rose practically moved into the fridge, though even the fridge was warm now. All the rationings were going to waste. Outside, the priest was shouting,
”God is punishing us! Pray now! Mend our sins!”
But Shirley could not wait any longer, for she was scared for Arjun. Even though she felt sick with heat, she needed to know what temperature peacocks were used to, and if they could survive 39 degrees. She knew that she needed to find someone, someone who could cure a cold in minutes, someone who could fortune tell, and someone who knew all secrets. Miss Reid.
Outside, the sun scorched Shirley’s body, even burning the soles of her shoes. Sweat poured off her like a fountain, and she felt so dizzy and tired that she could barely put one leg in front of the other. Soon, she was practically crawling, but not letting her knees and hands come in contact with the floor – it would burn her. Eventually, after forty-five minutes of heat and hell, Shirley got to Miss Reid’s house, and fell through the door.
She lay there panting, her body only dimly aware of the voice she could hear.
“What on earth are you doing on the floor, leaving the door open, and bringing all this heat in with you?!” exclaimed Miss Reid, feeling sorry for the girl, but also furious that she had let the heat in.
After a lot of sniffing remedies that Miss Reid had made herself, Shirley began to feel like a human again.
”Miss Reid, is-”
”He’s OK. Peacocks are used to temperatures higher than this!” said Miss Reid, bustling around to make tea. Shirley felt an overwhelming sense of anger. She had come all this way for nothing! Then the radio crackled, and Miss Reid tuned it. Shirley sat down, and started reading a medical book. By chance, she looked out of the window.
Outside, thousands of flags were were being waved, and joyful shouts erupted from houses. People danced, spinning like their lives depended on it. Inside, the radio crackled, and Churchill’s solemn voice echoed around the house.
”The war is over. We have won. Rejoice!”
This happened 70 years ago. Mrs Reid survived the whole war, but she suddenly caught a disease. She died in a week. The lady would never hear the secrets of Arjun again. Old Rose wrote to me, saying that Arjun had disappeared without a trace. I still dream of that peacock. In fact, I still have my quill with his feather. But I know he is always there, a shadow in the sun.
My life started with him. He’ll always be with me.
Chapter 3
The summer holidays blossomed with colour. Perinone poppies, straw sunflowers, and raspberry roses. The sun shone – a good omen for Shirley, and the farm’s crops thirstily drank the water that was poured on them by the farmerette. Without her knowing, the smell of fresh air, the broad accents, and the endless green became more, and more familiar. In fact, the bustling city sounds, and the stuffy smell became forgotten, lost in the universe of past. As the warm wind blew through the trees, Shirley found a peace that she had never glimpsed of before.
Everyday, Shirley visited Arjun, sometimes with Old Rose, sometimes without. The two whispered together, and gazed up at the sky. Shirley would stroke the peacock, and in return, the peacock would dance for her. Many nights they spent together, undetected. Together, they discovered the forest’s deepest secrets.
However, there was one thing that worried Shirley so much she couldn’t go to sleep. A worry that pulled her heart with fear. That someone would see Arjun, and harm him. Sell him. Something bad. But Shirley reassured herself every time, thinking that Arjun would be clever enough to attack. Yet she couldn’t stop the voice at the back of her brain… ‘He’s going to be discovered.’
It happened though. One night towards the end of July, Shirley was making her way into the wood when she heard a terrified voice shouting help, followed with a squawk. She recognised Arjun’s call and rushed forwards, pushing bushes aside as if they were feathers. Arjun stood with his claws sharp and body tensed as if ready to attack. A few feet away, Mrs Reid shook like jelly, holding a basket of herbs. Shirley ran forwards, and held the agitated peacock still, whispering until he calmed down.
It was close. When Shirley returned home, she and Old Rose discussed what they could do. Was it time to let Arjun go?
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