Day 1 Writing Homework

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Prompt :

create a mindmap based on the stem shown in class and then write 100-200 words describing the narrative story you have decided to write. Ensure you focus on creating descriptions using imagery

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23 thoughts on “Day 1 Writing Homework”

  1. Riya Prabhakaran

    task 2-The library smelled like dust and old books, sunlight pouring through the tall windows like golden ribbons, I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, each one seeming to hold a secret just for me, outside, children laughed loudly, but inside, the sounds were soft, almost like whispers, I put down my bag and sat in a chair, looking through my notes, soon my pen started moving on its own, drawing little worlds far away from the busy school halls, suddenly, footsteps echoed, a friend came in quietly, grinning as she dropped her pile of books, “Want to write together?” she whispered, we bent our heads close, pens scratching across paper, the silence felt alive, full of ideas and imagination, every word we wrote, every little giggle in the margins, made us feel closer, by the final bell, our stories weren’t finished, but something else was, a small, glowing memory tucked away in the quiet corners of the library

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  2. Alexander Wu

    School was probably the most tedious part of life Harry exhibited. It wasn’t always like this, except this little part of middle school was changing his life at this stage. A drastic change in fact. He had always been the teacher’s pet, and no more than a side character who just cared for others when others didn’t care about him, a janitor, a resource guy in the storeroom and the computer monitor and the smartest ‘know-it-all’ nerd that always be like, “Ermm, actually, you’re wrong. 2+2=4, not 5 .”

    “Beep, Beep, Beep!” blasted the alarm clock as I grogily woke up, with teary eyes. I attempted to grab the glasses near the drawer, and I felt like lazing around. I can’t however, because I have to go to school! I finally arise from my long slumber, stumble downstairs, eat my breakfast cereal and dress for school. I wave goodbye to my parents as I’m leaving. First thing I come into school, the first subject I have is Mathematics with Mr. Clarke. Following that, I have English with Ms. Boschell. Art with Mrs. Warhurst and Japanese with Mr. Kumamoto follows the 2 subjects. It would be the end of school when we would finish all 4 subjects. It always went in an endless loop, and for the 6 years before I joined high school, it seemed that it kept going in the same, eternal loop.

    Primary school was like a breeze. It was Middle School that was a massive hurdle, blocking my way along the athletics track. The first few weeks were fine, but then, everything changed…

    One day, I came into school, when blood was dripping down a midget’s nose, with a bully around twice the size of him, as the bully punched, and punched his way. Then did I realized this was home-turf to bullies at high school, and I could be next. I was pretty short, like 130 cm, and I was a nerd, the soul-enemies of bullies that could be picked on by anyone. The next day, I couldn’t find that same boy from yesterday, who got bullied horrifically.

    And one day, it was my turn to perish by this bully. I was in the locker room when this tragedy struck. Apparently, he’s called Mike “Puncher” Tyson, and I figured out that if I could run away from him, I would most likely evade him from his wrath. Too late. I didn’t even realize he was behind me, until he punched me. I clonked my head on the metal locker, and I fell down to the ground. Mike kicked me in the ribs, for what had seemed like ages, as tears and blood ran down my face. I never really got to fight back. My masterpiece plan, ruined.

    From that day on, I never really enjoyed school anymore, because of this Mike-guy. Fast-forward a few years later, and Mike graduated and I was glad he left the school for good. He said school was a waste of time for him, disrupting his gaming time. Next year, after that graduation, It was finally my turn, after 18 years of enduring pain and blood, I finally finished High School, and I went on to cruise through life.

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  4. may

    Fourth period just ended and the hallways buzzed with the usual chaos : the slamming of lockers, students chatting between classes and a teacher yelling at a student to stop running. I was on my way to my locker when suddenly, the intercom crackled and Principal Franklin’s voice boomed over the speakers “Students and teachers, this is a lockdown. Initiate lockdown procedures and stay clam. This is not a drill.” For a second, no one moved and everything paused.

    Then, everything happened at once, Mrs Patel opened her classroom door pulled me into her classroom, locking the door and shutting the blinds behind us. “Get down. Against the wall. Stay silent.” Mrs Patel whispered. “What’s happening? Am I going to die this early at this school?” I asked myself, questions started racing through my head and my head was pounding. Every whimper and breath seemed so loud, like breathing a bit too deep would attract the intruder’s attention to come to our room. Time seemed to stretch out. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours.

    There were about twenty of us, crammed up against the back wall of the classroom, trembling with fear. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I slowly drew it out and read “Are you ok?” From my mum. All of a sudden, the school’s instagram page blew up, “What’s happening? Is this real” and more questions flooded into my head. I looked to the front of the class where Mrs Patel was sitting, slowly filling in the lockdown form with trembling fingers. When we locked eyes, she gave me a weak smile. “Maybe there was a bit of hope.” I thought.

    Suddenly, our room’s doorknob rattled. Then, there was a loud bang on the door, followed by another. All the noise coming from the outside was suddenly muffled and replaced with my rapid heartbeat. I could feel other classmates holding their breath and no one even dared to twitch their fingers. I was silently screaming “Please don’t break the door, I’m innocent!” Then, everything went quiet again, which seemed worse than the thumping.

    Then, the intercom crackled again. “The lockdown is over. Please listen to your teachers for further instructions.” Principal Franklin said over the speakers. I breathed out a sigh of relief. “It’s over.” I texted my mum. The next few days were different. We got less homework and everyone seemed nicer to each other, even the popular kids and the jocks.

    Day1_HW

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  6. Ibrahim Adil

    SCHOOL
    One day I went to a new school and when I arrived I saw lots of different types of people, like jocks, geeks, nerds, popular kids, teachers, lunch ladies and principals. So I asked their perspective on everyone else. Jocks only cared about athletics and sport but they did have good sportsmanship, geeks and nerds cared more about learning. But when I went to the popular people they said “We are the best of the school, everyone else is disgusting and annoying!” Teachers loved the students, right? WEll NO they did not really like the children. Lunch ladies were very nice and they loved the children. But then T saw this group of people they were different and they saw me sitting on a bench and said come play with us and those people were the best of the best they included me on everything I felt like just entered a fairy tale but this was real.

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  8. jacob bu

    The school gates stood tall and cold, their black metal bars biting into the grey morning air. As I stepped through them, a heavy silence wrapped around me, thick and suffocating. My footsteps echoed on the concrete path, too loud, too real, replacing the soft whisper of waves I’d grown used to. The scent of damp tarmac and cut grass clung to the air, so different from the salty breeze and coconut sunscreen of just a week ago.

    The building loomed ahead, brick walls dull and uninviting, windows blank like watching eyes. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was dragging summer behind me, piece by piece, letting it go against my will. I could still feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, hear the distant calls of seagulls, the laughter of my friends around a beach bonfire but here, all I heard was the shrill cry of the school bell, slicing through the air like broken glass.

    The corridors smelled of cleaning fluid and old paper, and the taste of chlorine still lingered faintly on my lips, a reminder of days spent by the pool. But it was gone now. School had swallowed the colour of summer, and all that remained was grey.

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  9. Richard Liang

    Missing Charm
    When Ella awoke that morning, she knew something was wrong. The comforting weight of her silver pendant, the charm she had worn every day since her grandmother had given it to her, no longer rested against her neck. She leapt from bed, pulling open drawers, shaking her quilt, and even crouching to peer beneath the frame. The pendant was nowhere to be found. A hollow chill spread through her chest, for the charm had always been more than decoration; it was her talisman of courage, a small circle engraved with a star, a reminder that she was never truly alone.

    She hurried outside, checking out the garden where she had sat the night before. The grass glittered with dew, but no trace of silver caught the light. A rustling in the hedge startled her, and a magpie darted out, carrying a glint in its beak. Ella gasped and ran after it. She was sure that it was the pendant. Her slippers slapped against the stone path as she chased the bird beyond the gate and into the woods. Brambles tugged at her sleeves and thorns scratched her hands, yet she pressed forward, eyes locked on the bird’s dark silhouette as it vanished deeper into the trees.

    The forest grew darker, the very air heavy with damp earth and shadows. Strange sounds – creaks and whispers echoed between the trunks, making Ella’s heart hammer. At one point, she slipped into a freezing stream, the water soaking her clothes. For a moment she considered turning back, but the thought of losing the pendant pushed her on. Then, through a clearing, she spotted the magpie perched on a branch above a hollow log. As Ella crept closer, the bird tilted its head, released the charm, and it tumbled into the darkness of the log.

    She dropped to her knees and reached inside. Her fingertips brushed smooth metal, but something scuttled over her hand. A hiss rose from within, and her stomach tightened like the snake within. Summoning all her courage, she thrust her arm back into the log and pulled. The startled creature slid out, cursed angrily then coiled swiftly into the undergrowth. In her other hand, gleaming faintly in the dim light, was the pendant. Relief washed over her in a wave so strong it nearly brought her to tears.

    With the charm once again secured around her neck, Ella retraced her steps home. The forest no longer seemed menacing; birds sang above and the path appeared brighter, as though the trees themselves approved of her bravery. By the time she reached her gate, the morning sun had broken fully through the clouds. She touched the star-engraved circle and smiled. The pendant had not simply been lost and found; it had tested her courage, and in overcoming the challenge, Ella felt she had earned its blessing all over again.

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  12. anshika-rajeshkannan

    The pungent aroma of the whiteboard cleaner evaporated into the tense and heavy atmosphere of the classroom. I had my eye fixed on the clock—frozen in time as my left leg was shaking continuously from apprehension. Each second was pulling me closer to fate, the silence echoed deeper than a cave. I then noticed the teacher was holding up the stack of papers, the papers which would let me know whether I was going to be the highest in the class, a dream of mine which had been brought to life an abundance of times. My almond-shaped amethyst nails were getting chipped by my teeth as I glanced at Felix, clearly just as nervous as me. Outside, the bluebirds were chirping, dancing elegantly from branch to branch on the eucalyptus trees. I let out a faint smile as I knew bluebirds were associated with luck. My focus soon shifted as the radiance of the sunlight cast a grey silhouette of my teacher on the desk in front of me. Any second now. I took a deep breath. I just needed to beat Felix. As I opened my eyes the exam paper was in front of me– inches away from my trembling hands. I closed my eyes, bracing myself as I grasped the corner of the paper, turning it around. Suddenly, I felt a gush of relief fly past me. There it was right next to my name, Autumn, circled in red, 99%. Glee surged through me as I fought the urge to jump out of my seat— there was just one more thing to do, and most likely the hardest thing: get a higher score than Felix. “Hey, Felix, what did you get? Guess who got 99 percent?” He looked up from his desk, his face painted with a hue of deception, which my gullible self couldn’t see. “That’s great! I got 98.” he responded in a hushed voice, slowly turning back to his paper, grinning at his 100.

    Day 1 Homework – Mind Map

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