Room 13 Sailing

Room 13 Sailing

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I sit in the old creaking hut. The wood was brown and faded, and when the wind blew you could hear the creaking in the floorboards. I look out the window at the scenery.  I take a deep breath of fresh air and look at the  mountain, with a white blanket of snow covering it. Stepping out of the hut, I feel the soft grass between my toes and the cool breeze on my face. The birds tweeting a lovely melody, and I am at peace.

By Nikolas G

The relaxing atmosphere is filled by the morning chirp of cheerful birds, I let out a sigh of relief as the wind whirls over the snow covered mountains. The clouds pass over the isolated landscape, I walk into the hut while the floorboards creak beneath my feet. The echoes bouncing off the mountains reminds me that I am free, I feel the sensation of hot chocolate slide down my throat as the hot mug warms my freezing hands.

By Nikita N

Excellent Descriptive Writing

I sit there feeling lonely, even though I have of what looks like most of the human population on one street around me. I look up only to be met with the burning sensation of looking at the blaring billboards and the copper tasting smoke that laces my tongue. I just sit there with the frosty solid floor underneath me and the occasional foot on my leg or people stealing what money I have left in a hat. The roaring engines have become a lullaby to me, with the blaring noise of a siren in the distance and the clicking of shoes that drum against the floor. I try to look up again and look at the night stars, but are met with a slight glow of the city's lights, but it all becomes darkness.

By Emily B

I was jostled and shoved as people rushed past me. My ears were filled with the voices of advertising shopkeepers, chinging tills, drunken voices and fizzing electricity as I neared my destination I could hardly see from the bright neon lights.

By Gregor C

I stood there, among the hustle and bustle of the people around me. I hear children crying, dogs howling from the apartments above. The lovely smell of the hot food next door fills the air as I walk through the horde of people crowding around the strumming guitarist. At the corner of my eye, I catch a beautiful skirt standing out of the rows of markets, I push my way through to admire the stunning piece of clothing, I run my hands down the smooth, silky fabric. The bright lights of the skyscrapers blind me as I push my way through all the echoes of phones ringing, footsteps, and shouting of the people surrounding.

By Alannah M

The bustling crowd pushes me further forward into the center of chaos, I feel like a child again as I hear the adverts screaming at me telling me what I should do. My claustrophobia kicks in as the fresh air begins to be invaded by the exhaust fumes and smoke. The smell creates a taste in my mouth making me want to puke, but the glorious smell of fresh bread fights back and defends my taste buds. I’m pulled back up by frantic arms and I can see everything, the skyscraper mountains and flashing lights, the image is picturesque.

By Holly R

A claustrophobic feeling sends butterflies in my stomach as the chattering voices distract me from the position I am in, people filling the streets from all directions harshly bump into me. My back hits a glass building with a blast of light climbing the skyscraper as the firmness of the surface strangles my spine, I make my way towards a churro stand. My taste buds erupt as the sweetness slides down my throat. The night sky is filled with bright lights from the advertisements, as the cars speed past in a blur.

By Nikita N

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Show Not Tell by Nikolas G

I feel an invasion of personal space when I walk through the hectic crowd of people. As I pass two skyscrapers I felt blinded because of the lights. I was nervous to cross the road because of all the traffic and speeding cars. When I walk into the building I instantly smell delicious food and hear the advertisements from every angle. As I walk out I smell a puff of smoke. 

Show Not Tell By Eden M

As I clean the dirty tables of McDonald’s, I hear the sound of a door opening and peer out the glass door.  Business men and women carry their briefcases and books into the restaurant with ease. People of New York creating a wave of noise and footsteps behind them. As the doors swing shut, the noise becomes muffled. The chatter of politics can be heard as I walk over to the sink. I take my grimy cloth and soak it in the pink, soapy water. The greying water jumps up and hits me in the face. I grimace and reach for a towel. The towel feels dry and soft as I dry my face. I continue working until my arms begin to glisten with a sheen of sweat. I decide then to take my leave. I open the doors and walk into the streets of hot New York.

It Wasn't My Fault by Nikita N

It Wasn’t My Fault

Mr Atherton stood there mocking my catching skills but it wasn’t my fault! You may be wondering what wasn’t my fault, you’re probably not but I’ll tell you anyway.

The sun was hidden behind the dull clouds and my friends and I decided to play cricket, I was batting. Mr “A-Dawg” came along and decided to fling the ball at me, I smashed it and ran as the fielders dashed after the ball. Now it was Katia’s turn to bat, I watched as she hit the ball at the ground next to her feet, I sprinted through the maze of the fielders as they crossed my path.

But I was too late, the wicket keeper had already hit the wickets with the ball. I sighed in exhaustion. I walked away from the wickets and stood ready to catch the ball. I heard a loud thud as the ball shot off of the bat, I ran towards the ball but was shoved out of the way by one of the other girls. They dropped it. >:-[

Mr Atherton ran behind the wickets as one of the girls started to bowl, there was no sound coming from the bat or the ball because they didn’t collide together. Mr Atherton caught the ball and threw it back to the bowler, if only it made it that far. Instead it was coming towards me so  I got ready to catch it. But Holly jumped in the way to catch it too, so I let her... but she missed. The events that followed left an everlasting scar on me, the ball landed on my face and hit my eye. “You can’t catch a ball with your eye!” laughed Mr Atherton. I gave a scowling face at Mr Atherton and flicked my hair in anger, and I exclaimed, “BUT IT WASN’T MY FAULT!”

Digitech by Thomas F

Digitech

Finally the day was Thursday and that meant it was Technology day. I lined up at school to get on the bus and I found someone to sit with me. We finally got on the bus and the bus ride to Breens took about 10 minutes.

We got to Breens and we went to our classes, I went to the coil and got a computer. We got started building our Dream House and I got the bottom floor done and it had 1 bedroom, 1 kitchen, 1 games room and 1 lounge.

I started the second floor and then the teacher checked to see who had used the most gigabytes and I had used the most. I kept on working and managed to build a third floor.

My second floor and third had a projector and a big TV. The third floor also had a pool. I added on a garage and added grass on the bottom floor and some big windows on each floor.

The teacher checked again but Holly had beaten me so far and I wasn’t allowed another floor. I was really angry that I couldn’t make another floor. The time came that we had to leave and my house picture was going up on the wall and I was really happy about that and even better, I could take a pen drive and copy the house onto it so i can work on it at home.

Ice Ice Baby by Rebecca T

Ice Ice Baby🎿

It was in the middle of July, and it was a blistering hot day. As we were staying in Castle Hill, we went skiing every single day. Of course there was no exception for today, as we drove up the never-ending mountain path to Porters ski field, we got stopped by a man in a fluro orange vest. “Sorry guys. Hutt is closed. You’ll have to park here.” My jaw dropped in shock, there was no way I was gonna walk up half of the mountain with all of my ski gear. “You can get the shuttle up,” he finished with a heavy sigh. I think he knew what a long day it was gonna be. We waited for what seemed like an hour, 2 shuttles had come=e and went, only taking the people who were here before us. Finally a 3rd shuttle came and we all were squashed in. “Cosy,” My dad remarked with a wide grin.

After a long hot day of skiing and waiting in massive lines for the T-bar, we decided to call it a day. “Why don’t we ski down the mountain, instead of waiting an hour for the shuttle?” Dad asked us. Now after a long day of skiing I was getting pretty tired, but who am I to pass up a challenge. After several mutters and grumbles we set off down the mountain. It wasn’t too hard apart from the many bushes and rocks that we struggled to avoid. Soon we reached a small river running down the mountain about 1 metre wide. “C’mon let's cross it” Dad said eagerly. “This is gonna be funny,” Mutters Bridgette as she takes out her Iphone to video us. First Dad crosses it with his skis on, then followed by Anna and Catherine, Bridgette tucks her Iphone in her pocket and crosses the river.

First I slowly side step across the river, then I see a small bush in the middle. ‘It will be so much easier to cross without skis on’ I thought. So climbed onto the bush and I chucked my poles to Anna who caught them with ease. As I lifted my right ski to unclip my left ski, I suddenly lose my balance and topple backwards into the icy river with a loud SPLASH. Everyone erupts with laughter and I grumbled still in the freezing water. “Stop laughing at me!” I whined, “It’s not funny!” Dad takes grab of my hand and pulls me up with a grunt. “I should have.. recorded.. that,” Bridgette said in between splutters of laughter. Anna and Catherine were just standing there, absolutely beside themselves with laughter.

My teeth started chattering from the cold, wet clothes on me. My hair was dripping and my hands were numb. “Quick let’s get you back to the truck,” Dad says, still chuckling. To make matters worse we had to walk along the road for the last bit, and I was freezing cold with icy wet ski gear on. Finally we reached the car and I couldn’t have been more relieved. When we got back to Castle Hill, we had Hot Chocolate and Pancakes. At least we had one good thing happen today.

By Rebecca T

There's No Business Like Show Business by Gregor

There’s No Business Like Show Business

I had just walked out of the calf shed ready for supper trying to digest what Callum had just told me. As I stripped of my boiler suit in the boot room a wave of thoughts splashed around my head. As I sat down at the table for the usual beef based meal. The question burst out. “Is it true that I can show a calf at New Deer?” Heads all around the table looked up. “Yes,” said Mum and Aunty Alison in unison. Yes! Yippeeee! Whahoo!!! Finally I would show a beast at New Deer Show. It wasn’t exactly Turriff or the famous Highland Show but it was still great.

I was given Candy (Angel). She was stubborn, she was a mess but she could walk and was a fine Jersey. That was what mattered. I started walking her the next day and it wasn’t easy but with Scott and Craig’s expert help I was starting to get the hang of it. After another week of practice and I was ready.

I woke to Granda’s thunderous snores and consistent sleep talking and got out of bed to get ready. After ages spent waiting for Granda we were off. I arrived in mufti as I had quite awhile to wait before my turn. Eventually we found the homebase were the Taylor’s were struggling to set up a gazebo. After a fair amount of colourful language we had it up.

After killing some time just walking around and admiring some new farming technology we headed back to base. I quickly got changed into black trousers, a white shirt, a tie and grabbed Candy’s Halter. 5mins...3mins...2mins...1min…. BOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thunder. Stuff you blimen Scottish weather! Stuff you! I felt like crying and my hopes trickled away with the bucketing rain. Everyone crowded under the gazebo (livestock too) to get out of the rain. After ten uncomfortable minutes of leaning against Candy a bedraggled judge who looked like a drowned cat came running in with a large plastic box and said he was looking for someone called Gregor. My heart skipped a beat as he said to me, “I’m fair sorry young man that you won’t show an animal but here’s your prize,” I was handed a yellow 3rd rosette and three pounds as the judge looked left then right and disappeared into the fading rain.

 

Ten minutes later the rain had stopped and my cousins were showing their animals with smirks on their faces. Oh well, there is no business like show business! 

CTK Triathlon 2016 by Max C

C.T.K Triathlon 2016

After a morning which felt like it went forever it was time to stroll down to Jellie Park for the Christ the King School 2016 Triathlon.

After a quick race briefing from Miss Gill to the seniors as the middle school were still at swimming lessons but would be coming later. After this was done, Mr McInnes took the 12 year old girls and boys to the pool for there race.

After 5 minutes of talking with my friends I snuck off without my friends knowing to do a few stretches and warm ups, and prepare for my race I knew it wouldn’t be easy.

When we got up to the pool the 11 year old girls went first so they lined up there P.E tops and shoes, while this was happening I went to see my Dad who was on the grass bank. Before we knew it the girls were in the water and just about to start, my Mum was doing the clappers for the start, 3,2,1 Bang! They were off and racing.

Next were the 11 year old boys, as I got into the water I finally felt nervous thankfully we didn't have to wait long until we were off and racing.

Thankfully I managed to get into the front and not get stuck behind everyone. As we came  into the 50 metre mark I was in 2nd, Gregor in 1st, however I was only just behind him. As we got out of the pool I could hear Mum and Dad yelling, “Go Max, Go!” In the blink of an eye I had my top and shoes on and I was sprinting out of transition trying to catch up to Gregor who was only 5 metres ahead.

As I came into the bike transition I was in 1st,thankfully I had my bike in a good position so I was in and out in no time flat, as I started on my bike I realized all my bike training was for this moment, 10km a day. It was all for this. I had to prove myself after it being only my 2nd time running after my knee injury which kept me out for 6 months. I was zooming around the course not even looking to see how far ahead I was, until the last lap I had blocked out all the comments from people, but in the final biking lap I could hear Mum and Dad cheering me on, Mrs Abbott was also telling me, “Man Max you’re flying on the bike.” This was really encouraging for me.

Now I was up to the biggest challenge of the whole race, the run I wasn’t sure if my knee would be ok or not, there was only one way to find out just go for it. I don’t really remember much from the run but I do remember people cheering me on, before I knew it I was running across the finish line. It was all over I had won the 11 year old boys Triathlon.

After my race I was exhausted, but thankfully all my friends were just lying down cheering people on as they came into the finish. After awhile we decided to play cricket but because we didn’t have a bat or ball we used someone's drink bottle as a bat and an apple as a ball.

The C.T.K Triathlon was a such an extraordinary day, I had a great time, other people might disagree but I would definitely love to make every Friday triathlon everyday.