Year 7 Writing

With the weight of her country on her shoulders,

And on her second go,

Cowering under the pressure,

She rocks back and forth,

Her arms swing around him,

She crouches, Waiting,

Like a tiger about to strike,

A trickle of sweat drips down her forehead,

She starts,

Building up speed,

Sprints,

Blurs,

Leaps,

And she’s airborn,

Soaring high above her height,

His shirt scraping the red and white candycane,

The bar,

Shifts to and fro,

Wobbles from side to side,

Bends,

Twitches,

Wavers,

Rocks,

Hesitates,

The silence is devastating,

And then...

And then...

And then...

Falls down in front of her feet.

By Teagan

Happiness

                   Happiness is there for you,

                  When you are feeling down.

                         Happiness is fizzy,

                    With bubbles all around.

                Happiness is warm and fresh,

              Like bread just finished cooking.

                    Happiness is everywhere,

                 You just need to start looking.

                      Happiness is bright,

            Like flowers unfurling in a park.

           Happiness makes a brilliant light,

              So you can see when its dark.

                     Happiness is yellow,

              Like young ducks in their nest.

                 Happiness just fills you up,

                       It really is the best!

                                   By Eleanor

Last seconds on the clock,

Two points behind ,

His teammate passes the ball,

He dribbles,

Sprinting past defenders,

The cheers ROAR through the stadium,

He looks up at the clock,

A buzz booms through court,

Time slows down,

The boy thinks to himself what do I do? The rush shatters his mind,

Burning, Breaking,

Bursting,

The boy with a burst of determination,

Hurls the orange ball flying through the air,

It zooms,

Flys,

Plummets,

Waits,

And then

And then

And then

SWOOSH,

The crowd erupts in cheers! By Will

The ball stares me in the face menacingly,

The keeper standing ready,

Beads of sweat drip down my face,

The crowed hushes to a silence,

Legs apart,

Eye on the ball,

I take a deep breath and step up,

I hit the ball with all force,

I freeze as I hear the deafening sound of my Foot striking the ball.

The ball swerves left then right,

It wobbles,

Curves,

Sways,

The keeper dives,

But the ball saws over his head and hits the Net with a satisfying swoosh,

My team charges to lift me up,

As the crowd cheers we slowly walk off the Pitch. By Kalis

If I was a storm,

I would spread my 

dark, cloudy arms 

across cities, fields 

and farms. 

I would roar and strike terror into the 

hearts of all who gazes upon me.

I would howl with a ferocity 

  unmatched by any wolf as I charge through alleyways and windows.

I would make the ground swelland churn 

with just a breath.

But when my time runs out,when, energy 

has been exhausted, when I have

ravaged the fields and crippled the

cities, I would disappear as 

fast as I came. Oskar room 8

If I were a storm,

             I would beat against the 

window panes like the sound of drums.

I would take over the sky covering it 

with a dark blanket of darkness.

I would let out all my anger sending 

bullets of hail to the ground.

I would flip trampolines making them fly, 

launching bins sliding down the street causing mayhem. 

But soon it will be time to pick up my

dark blanket of sadness 

and move on- Amelia Room 8

If I were a storm, 

   I would cackle with laughter,

   illuminating the sorrowful sky

with crackles of lightning.

                    I would whip at the untouched

    panes of glass, banging

   and beating at them till they cowered.

   I would spit at the roads, forests, cities

and people. Showering them, making

my presence feared.

   I would outstretch my darkness, engulfing

  the sky in a lonely cloud of darkness.

I would whine and cry with the seas 

feisty bites back, waves crashed against 

the shoreline, lapping angrily at the sand. 

   I would growl insults at the sun as it shon

Its blazing rays at my endless pit of

 spite, I dissipated over mountains

Waiting for another fresh

 chance to strike. Macie Roo

The silence was screaming,

The cameras were beaming,

8 of the best,crouched in the starting blocks, in the center of eyes.

Lane 4 gently brushes her hand along her legs,

Every eye looking dead at the ground,

Stillness floats over the track

The gun

Nudges up

Twitches,

Shakes,

hesitates

Until every eye is bulging out,

Suddenly,

Suddenly,

Suddenly,

BANG! By Elyanah