4 Hana's Work 18.03.13

The Monster

 

Clawed into a wooden wall tallies engraved in blood dripped into the infested and mouldy water. A merge of vomit and urine flowed past me as constant pitter-patters filled the eerie landscape. An intricate door handle stood before me smothered in crimson blood. What sinister figure lurked before me? I could nearly envisage the blood-curdling creature pierced with stab wounds and malicious glares.

 

I could almost feel the perilous breath gazing over me, taunting me again and again. I could smell fungified rodents crawling over its satanous body. These hallucinations will haunt me forever. My heart cannot take this any longer, I could feel death any minute.

 

It gives me shivers to have the feeling that devious eyes are fixated on me. How will I survive this dreadful havoc? If only I wasn’t so stupid to have listened to my friends.

3 Hana's Work 18.03.13

South Park Primary School

Seven Kings

Ilford, Essex

IG3 9HF

 

Wednesday 13^th March 2013

 

 

To the Minister of Education,

 

I am writing to express my feeling towards the elimination of SAT’s. I am a concerned 11 year old who is dissatisfied about the daily curriculum. I believe that SAT’s bring nothing but demotivation, deprivation and numerous losses of enthusiasm.

 

Surely you must agree, that children are much too young to be tested during their ‘thought to be’ childhood. This obligation mustn’t carry on, how would you feel? In contrary, high expectations create anxiety, pressure and fatigue. Also, statistics show that when tested, children aren’t able to showcase their exceptional abilities.

 

In addition, with many hindrances, children depart from primary school with an etched permanent lack of self-esteem. 80% of time is spent on boring English lessons and Mathematics per day! This extensive education does not provide an improvement to our learning. Burden on young shoulders, engraved nightmares, do you really want all this on your conscious?

 

Furthermore, this eviction is vital to all children in England. Statistics show that children in school in Sweden begin school at the age of 7, whereas British children begin at 3. Swedish children, however outperform us in GCSE’s with an average of 95%. As a result it is proven that with education mixed up with fun, children enjoy school and perform highly in class.

 

Overall, recent surveys show that children thrive when learning is fun! With various lessons, children become motivated and there is a major increase in both education and behaviour. I hope you take everything into account.

 

Yours Sincerely,

 

Hana Ismail.

2 Hana's Work 04.03.13

A Short Story

 

Like any other ordinary day in California, feathers drifting around the fresh air, the shrieking rooster sings in a high pitch disturbing the previously calm landscape. It was dawn and the boy called Shane woke up to the sipping of his blissful kitten, soothing his parched throat. “Hey, Skinny Minny, save some for later!” giggle Shane still lying on his stained ‘so called’ mattress. “Come on Kitty Cat, let’s get some fresh air!” Shane announced scratching his irritated skin.

 

Shane, clutching his beloved cat, strolling under the stifling sun spotted his favourite Jaguar. “Eh, me ‘n’ you in a vroom vroom jag,” yelled the boy. The city was getting extremely scorching and stuffy so the pair began to make the home.

 

In and out, dodging the barbed wires, Shane and the no name cat spot a mysterious shadow. The purring of the kitten echoes the small and derelict den. The outline is a young boy who looks around the same age as Shane. Clasping a bronze emerald-eyed kitten the boy also freezes. “Hello, what are you doing here?” they both chanted. Both of the kittens meow and clench each other’s dry paws strolling out of the wrecked den. Still in shock, the lads both drenched and dirty, constantly eyed each other and forgetting the cats. Both of them suddenly grin which becomes a chuckle and then a deafening laugh. “So what’s your name?” they say in unison. “Shane,” “Eddie,” they giggle. “I live here,” Shane explains. “So do I!” Eddie says. Shane and Eddie talk and talk until Eddie gasps, “Where’s my Whiskettes?” Shane repeats, “Where’s my Spitfire?” “NOOOO!” they roar.

 

Gunshots fire in the eerie air as the two kittens say their last meows…

 

THE END.

1 Hana's Work

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