Week 1 Writing Homework
- October 16, 2024
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Writing Homework : Continue the story of “The Great Central Park Challenge,” starting from the moment Mia reads the news about the development proposal. Describe her efforts to save the park, the challenges she faces, and how she works with her friends to make a difference. Include at least one major obstacle they must overcome and a moment where Mia must make a difficult decision. Use at least 5 words from the vocabulary list in your writing.
Answer these 3 interview questions:
1. Weakness (ACTIONS)/strength
2. What things do you like most at school
3. What do you see yourself doing in 6 years
300 words total
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Mia’s heart raced as she re-read the shocking headline: “Develop Central Park?” It felt unfathomable. She quickly pocketed her phone and sprinted toward Bethesda Fountain, her favorite spot for reflection. Memories flooded her mind—picnics with her parents, school field trips, and ice skating in winter. Central Park was more than a park; it was the heartbeat of New York City.
Arriving at the fountain, Mia overheard two businessmen discussing “prime real estate” and “economic benefits.” Anger surged within her. She couldn’t let this happen without a fight.
That evening, she convened her friends at Tom’s Restaurant. “We need a plan,” she announced as they gathered in the iconic booth. Together, they brainstormed and their campaign quickly took shape. Over the next few weeks, they organized flash mobs in Times Square, launched a viral challenge at Top of the Rock, and even secured support from local Fifth Avenue boutiques.
Yet the path was fraught with challenges. At the New York Public Library, they learned the developers had deeper pockets than expected. Mia felt a wave of doubt wash over her—could they truly make a difference?
The turning point arrived unexpectedly at Yankee Stadium. During a game, the crowd erupted in cheers for their cause, a shout-out that energized Mia and her friends. The roar of thousands of New Yorkers reignited their determination.
With renewed passion, they intensified their efforts, rallying the community to protect the park that held their memories and the essence of the city. They knew the battle was far from over, but together, they felt empowered to take on any challenge that lay ahead.
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The Green Central Park challenge
Three burly businessmen huddled together in the middle of Central Green Park. “Unprecedented profits… unfathomable capital gains…” they whispered.
Mia’s jaw dropped in shock. She shut her eyes, envisioning the devastation. Soaring structures would take the place of towering trees, the noise of construction drowning out the giggles of children. The developers’ misleading promises of “unprecedented profits and unfathomable capital gains” echoed in her mind. Mia knew she wasn’t going to remain passive and let it occur.
The next day, Mia went to see her friends Jane and Catherine.
“We need more people to join our team,” Jane suggested.
”Right, but we’ll need a name first,” Catherine replied.
While they were discussing their plans, a group of pro-development protestors marched by. They were all dressed in white t-shirts and blue jeans, they were all marching with their fists in the sky, almost as if they had been brainwashed.
“We’ll need a petition,” Mia decided after all the protesters were gone. “This park has stood here for over 100 years and I don’t want to see it get demolished.”
Jane and Catherine nodded in approval.
“Let’s call our petition #SaveGreenPark,” Catherine suggested.
”Good idea,” Mia and Jane agreed.
“We need 200 people to sign our petition so that it goes through and Central Green Park will be saved,” Mia reported.
The next day, the team immediately got to work. They asked all their classmates, teachers and relatives. This however only got them 50 signatures. They would definitely need more if they wanted to preserve the park.
After that, they preceded to create a community signing stall where people could sign the petition. This gained them a further 50 signatures.
“It’s still not enough,” Mia rasped desperately.
By the time they had 120 signatures, it was getting hard. More people rejected the petition and it seemed like they weren’t going to have enough signatures. The three of them went around asking strangers, but it was only enough to bump the amount up to 150. The situation was dire and it looked like they weren’t going to have enough signatures.
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what thing do you like doing the most at school
During my time in school, I’ve realized that art is more than just a subject; it’s a way for me to express myself and shape who I am. Making art helps me share my thoughts and feelings when words don’t quite work. I like trying out different colors and shapes to show my unique view.
Last year, I entered a book cover design competition at school and placed third, which was cool. This made me even more passionate about art and pushed me to improve my skills. Getting recognition for my work gave me pride and made me see art as a way to tell stories and share ideas. It connects me with my classmates and the community, as we inspire each other in our projects.
Every piece I create reflects my experiences and feelings, making art a key part of my education. Art has taught me resilience, perspective, and creativity, which I carry into my studies. I hope to find more chances to express myself and connect with others through art, aiming to make a positive impact on my community.
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Mia’s jaw dropped in astonishment, staring at the bald developers as they hissed out words of deceit, poisoning the otherwise untrammelled skies with their evil. False promises drifted out, “Unprecedented profits… unfathomable capital gains… the stunning capital appreciation.”
She closed her eyes, imagining the destruction. Towering buildings would replace the towering trees, the sound of construction drowning out the laughter of children. The developers’ deceitful promises of “unprecedented profits” and “stunning capital appreciation” rang in her ears. Her heartbeat against her rib cage like a wild animal endeavouring to escape from her chest. Mia knew she wasn’t going to stand by and let it happen.
The next morning, Mia gathered her closest friends— Joe and Casia.
They began with a petition. Joe used his social media skills to craft a campaign, launching the hashtag #SaveOurPark. The response was overwhelming. Thousands of signatures poured in within days, but the developers weren’t budging. They held a press conference, dismissing the petition as “insignificant” and accusing the group of being “anti-progress.”
Frustration brewed, but Mia and her team pressed on. They held rallies, organized peaceful protests, and lobbied city officials. Yet, the biggest challenge came when the city council set a hearing to decide the park’s fate. They needed solid evidence that the park’s value was that important. Mia had to stop it somehow.
Soon, the developers countered with a new proposal, claiming they would improve the park, adding amenities and recreational facilities to “enhance the public’s enjoyment.” It was a clever lie, designed to sway the public. Some of Mia’s supporters began to waver, and even Joe and Casia were torn.
“What if they’re right?” Joe asked. “What if this could actually make the park better?”
Mia found herself at a crossroads. Should she continue to fight, risking the support they had built, or accept a compromise that might not be as harmful as the original plan? It was a difficult decision. One evening, as she wandered through the park’s familiar paths, she realized that no amount of development could “improve” the untouched beauty of the place. The park’s value wasn’t just in what it offered—it was in what it was.
With renewed resolve, Mia called an emergency meeting. “We can’t compromise,” she told her friends. “If we let them build even a little, it’s the beginning of the end.”
In the final days before the hearing, the team doubled down on their efforts. They produced videos highlighting the park’s significance to the community, gathered expert testimonials about the environmental damage the construction would cause, and even held a 24-hour vigil in the park, inviting people to experience firsthand what they stood to lose.
Finally, the decision came. Mia’s heart pummelled relentlessly against her chest like the thundering hooves of one thousand wild stallions. The decision was close, but in the end, the council voted to block the development. Cheers erupted in the room, but Mia’s eyes filled with tears of relief. They had saved Central Park—for now.
As Mia and her friends stood under the trees that evening, watching the sunset cast a golden glow over the park, she knew their battle was far from over. But for the moment, they had won, and the park remained untouched, unspoiled—a reminder that sometimes, the greatest challenge is simply standing your ground.
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Mia was doing her usual stroll around the park on Sundays, when she saw the head title of the newspaper, she was bubbling with anger. ‘Constructing a new park’ she was simply mad, being one of the park’s fans, she hated it when it had to be changed. Just a few moments later, she was standing next to Bethesda Fountain wondering, how do people have the nerve to knock you down?
Then, she saw 3 characters straight out of her nightmares. They were developers. She had absolutely loathed the way they waddle around with their suspenders barely being able to hold their huge pot-bellies. The way they shone their yellowed teeth with greed and how they drooled. Their quiet ‘whispers’ drifted toward her. ‘Prime real estate’, ‘massive capital gains’ ‘mortgages’.
The next day after school, she found Josh and Anna 2 of her best friends to protest and change the decision. We need someone to join our side and someone to help me to put up ads. Josh instantly went to make people join sides. Slowly, work became easier to manage and more and more people arrived. About 50 people came, but that still wasn’t enough to stop the entire New York government. Then, she thought of it, a petition.
She had to have 100 people sign it to even consider bringing it to the government. The first 75 was okay, but once it got down to the last 25, it was getting harder. people said no and there was no one else in favour. Everyone seemed to not like the idea and all hope was lost.
The last day had tapped her shoulder, and with her entire class signing the sheet, she was on 99. She decided to give the petition to the government hoping a miracle would happen. When she got to the government they saw that she worked hard for what she wanted, so they decided to sign it once themselves, and it was complete, the park wasn’t going to be changed.
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The Great Central Park Challenge
Mia’s jaw touched the ground when she saw the headline written in bold, ‘Urban development needed for Central Park’. It was unfathomable. How could they do this? Her mind was a tornado or aggregating thoughts about the new plan. The next moment, she was standing in the centre of Central Park thinking, ‘If you want to destroy the park, you will have to go through me first.’ But, she knew deep in her heart that one person wasn’t going to stop the piggy, beady eyed developers drooling for money and building right on top of the park.
She knew she had to be innovative to stop the hand rubbing builders. She soon posted a comment on social media about not wanting the park to change. After a day, it soon became viral on the internet. And there were tons of people supporting her. But in the next few days, she would know that a lot of people opposed her as well.
The next day, she awoke to hear shouting and chanting in the street. It was a flash mob. She could make out the words, ‘when do we want urban development’ and a reply ‘NOW!’ After that surprise, she gathered a lot of her supporters and marched down the same street with a comeback. When that finished, the urban supporters went home.
After that easy win the path was still fraught with challenges. At the library, they learned the developers had deeper pockets than expected. Mia felt a wave of doubt wash over her—could they truly make a difference?
Mia now tried to write countless emails to the mayor, saying that she did not want the park to change. Her followers began to do the exact same thing and soon the mayor was getting bombarded with messages. Unable to take the pressure, he agreed to not have urban development in the park. Mia quietly whispered to herself ‘mission accomplished.’
After that she could go to the park and enjoy it without worrying about having the park destroyed. Many other citizens were also really excited for it. But then, the evil developers came back.
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Mia sat at her kitchen table, the morning sun streaming through the window as she sipped her coffee and scrolled through her phone. Her heart sank when she saw the headline: “New Development Proposal Threatens Central Park.” She felt a knot in her stomach—this park wasn’t just a green space; it was a sanctuary, a place of joy and community.
Determined to take action, Mia quickly gathered her friends: Lucas, a passionate photographer; Jenna, a skilled organizer; and Raj, an environmental science major. They met at their usual spot by the park’s iconic Bethesda Fountain, brainstorming ways to rally support.
“We need to spread the word,” Jenna suggested, pulling out her notebook. “A social media campaign could help us mobilize the community.”
Lucas nodded, already snapping photos of the park’s beauty to share online. “Let’s capture why this place matters to us,” he said, grinning.
As they worked tirelessly over the next few days, they faced multiple challenges. The first was the indifference from some community members. Many believed that development would bring jobs and improvements, and convincing them to care about preserving the park was an uphill battle.
Then, a major obstacle arose: the city council meeting where the proposal would be discussed. Mia and her friends decided to attend, armed with their photos and a petition they’d gathered signatures for. The night of the meeting was tense, and the room was packed. When it was Mia’s turn to speak, her hands trembled as she faced the crowd.
“Central Park is not just a place; it’s part of who we are,” she began, her voice shaky but growing stronger. “It’s where we celebrate, grieve, and connect. If we lose it, we lose a piece of our community.”
But as she spoke, she noticed a familiar face in the crowd: her former best friend, Claire, now a lobbyist for the development company. Claire’s expression was impassive, and a wave of memories hit Mia, reminding her of their shared dreams in this very park. In that moment, Mia faced a difficult decision. Should she confront Claire and risk escalating the situation, or remain focused on the cause?
Taking a deep breath, Mia chose the latter. She finished her speech and returned to her friends, who had been cheering her on. The meeting ended with the council deciding to delay the vote, granting Mia and her team a little more time to galvanize support.
Over the next few weeks, they organized a peaceful protest, filled with music, art, and heartfelt speeches. They painted banners, made signs, and distributed flyers. The park buzzed with energy, as more and more people showed up to stand together.
With every gathering, Mia felt their determination grow stronger. They had transformed from a small group of friends into a vibrant coalition of community members, all united in their love for Central Park.
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Mia walked into the Great Central Park. Plump men caught her eye. Plump men with bulging potbellied that needed suspenders. As soon as Mia locked eyes on them, she knew something was wrong. The look on their flakey, worn down faces. Their cackles of wicked laughter. She had overheard them. Part of the park was going to become a development facility. She could not let it happen.
“We’re here!” Jake and Dan chorused as they walked through to restaurant’s double door.
Shortly after, Hayley arrived with Leon and Cal. Every time Mia heard the jingle of the opening bell, she locked her eyes on the doorway, hoping her friends were there. Soon all of them were together.
“I can make protests signs!” Exclaimed Jake.
I’ll do the online adds.” Continued Leon. “My dad works at a tv add company!”
And so the roles were set. Each and every one of them had a part in the protest, whether is was the development stage, or the protest stage. When everything was prepared, they gathered up together at the same restaurant as before. All the items were with them as well. We were ready for the big moment. It was time for them to start their march of faith. Holding the signs, the friends strode along the streets, gathering followers that agree with their idea. By the time they had arrived at the Great Central Park, they had gathered a crowd of about two hundred people. The business men turned around in surprise. They looked worse than before. Some of them having jaundices teeth, others with golden ones and puffy eyebrows.
“We are here to take our park as land for people, not buildings.” Mia shouted
Without a comment, the men waddled, and waddled, and waddled until Mia couldn’t see the, across the horizon anymore. They would not come back.
In the end, Mia’s mission was a complete success. From that day on, the government had prohibited any company to build facilities and factories or any building within the park gates.
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HOMEWORK
Writing Homework : Continue the story of “The Great Central Park Challenge,” starting from the moment Mia reads the news about the development proposal. Describe her efforts to save the park, the challenges she faces, and how she works with her friends to make a difference. Include at least one major obstacle they must overcome and a moment where Mia must make a difficult decision. Use at least 5 words from the vocabulary list in your writing.
Answer these 3 interview questions:
1. Weakness (ACTIONS)/strength
2. What things do you like most at school
3. What do you see yourself doing in 6 years
300 words total
WRITING HOMEWORK:
Mia’s sneakers pounded the pavement as she raced through the winding paths of Central Park, the early morning mist still clinging to the trees, her mind reeling from the news headline she’d just read on her phone: “City Council Considers Proposal to Develop 10% of Central Park for Commercial Use.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I looked around at the beautiful park and then turned to look at my friends. “Can you believe this!” My friends were just as shocked as I was to hear this. “We must do something about it.” Zack said. We all nodded in agreement and soon later we started to work on a plan.
A few hours later, my friends and I went to my house and started brainstorming ideas. “How about we start a protest?” Said Leila.
“Maybe we can try and go to city hall and state our case?” I suggested.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea, but I don’t think they’ll will listen to us, were only 12.” Zack replied. We all just sat there in silence until Leila said……… “How about we gather a large group of people to start a protest and then if we succeed then we can state our case?”
“Yes! I love that idea!” I replied. Before everyone left, we agreed that tomorrow we would meet up at Central Park to start gathering people.
That night, I was awake for a while. I couldn’t sleep. That’s when I received an email. It said….
Central Park will be closed until further notice, due to commercial screenings. We encourage people to come and watch from outside the barriers and we remind everyone to spread the word!
I couldn’t believe it. Even though it was late, I had to start thinking. That’s when I hopped out of bed and slowly, I crept down the stairs and out the door. I ran to Bethesda Fountain, it was my best place to think. At the fountain I saw two suited developers talking about the development of Central Park. They kept talking about “prime real estate” and “economic benefits.” My disbelief turned to determination. I wouldn’t let this happen without a fight.
The next day, me and my friends started to come up with our plan. Over the few days we had already accomplished so much. We organized a protest and flash mobs in Times Square, started a viral challenge at Bethesda Fountain.
Except, Leila said that she overheard the developers and said that they had even more backing then expected. Still, we were determined to win this battle. Although I was starting to have some doubt. Could we really make a difference? Or would we just make fun of ourselves?
All my doubts had changed when that night, at Bethesda fountain. I saw hundreds of citizens crowding outside city hall holding signs saying, “No more commercials!” and “Save the park!”. I looked to all my friends. “Wow, we did all this.” I spoke.
Suddenly, all the ministers came out of City Hall and said, “What is the meaning of this!”
“You must stop, Central Park isn’t just a park, It’s the lungs of our city, the place where memories are made, where nature and urban life coexist. “ I said. “If you keep this up, then we will have no more park, no more happy memories and most importantly, no ecosystem.” I looked around me and started chanting, “Save Central Park, save Central Park!”
Suddenly, everyone around me started chanting as well. The roar of support from thousands of New Yorkers made me feel like I really made a difference.
Interview questions:
1. Weakness (ACTIONS)/strength?
One of my weaknesses is that I can be quite disorganized. Although I feel like I’ve really improved because every day, my teacher askes my class to write down all our co – curricular’s in our diaries. It has helped me become more organized and I think I have improved in organization. Another weakness is that I have a small fear of public speaking. When we have to do speeches at school for class, I can get nervous sometimes. That’s why, for the past 3 terms I have done public speaking as a co – curricular and it has helped improve writing speeches and presenting them as well.
Some of my strengths is that I am a leader. If anyone needs someone to help lead them then I would always be happy to help. I am creative and I love learning new things. I will always be happy to volunteer if someone needs help. For example, I do soccer about 4 of 5 times a week and if the coach needs someone to go in defence, then I would be happy to help. If they need someone to have to play with the other team then I would be happy to help even if I would rather play with my own team.
2. What things do you like most at school?
I love most things at school but the things that I love doing the most is art, maths and PE. I love doing art because I get to be as creative as I want and there’s no right or wrong when it comes to art. I love maths as well because I love the satisfactory of when you solve a problem, and your answer is correct. It makes it even better when you know that it’s a really hard problem to solve. I do many sports each week and I love the feeling of being active and when in a sport like for example, netball or soccer. I love the feeling of when the ball goes in the net ( or goal ), and you score a goal or if one of your teammates score. It feels great, especially if you win. Except the thing I love the most is probably lunch. You may be thinking, “Lunch isn’t a subject.”. Well, that is correct, except my lunchtimes feel like a subject, but a really fun one. I do soccer on our school oval every lunch at it’s even more fun because I love soccer. It is my favourite sport, and I do it a lot.
3. What do you see yourself doing in 6 years?
What I really want to be when I grow up is a Matilda on the girl’s Aussie soccer team. I know that it is really hard which is why I have other passions. I love art and designing which is why I also would love to be a fashion designer or an interior architect. Although that would be for when I’m older. In 6 years, I see myself selling things with my own brand. I am already an entrepreneur because I have my own brand: “Designs by Belle” and I sell handmade bracelets, keychains and picture frames. Every few weeks I aim to set up a stall. I make everything by myself and with a little help from my mum. I design everything by myself and everything is an original.
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Mia meandered into Great Central Park. She had heard deafeningly shouts and sinister cackles right outside her peaceful flat. She had caught sight of plump men with colossal outfits and bits of body poking out by the sides. Mia leaned in closer and heard speak of despicable actions. “Tear the park down… New business … Multi millionaires…” they murmured. Mia knew she couldn’t let this happen. Central Park was an important memory for many kids. It had stood there for more than 100 years and she couldn’t let a bunch of covetous piggy business men wreck it down for their own selfish needs.
Mia invited her oldest friend over and together they brainstormed several ways to stop the drooling-for-money businessmen. Freya, an impulsive but intelligent girl, had a solution that would be quite the uphill climb. “We could start a campaign. We spread the word to society and you could tell us all about Central Park!” exclaimed Freya, quite impressed with her own idea. Soon, they stuck sheets and posters of the campaign everywhere. It felt so quick when the day came.
Mia woke up to the rising sun and peered out the window. Oversized men waddled carrying big sheets of plans. Without a word, Mia got changed and dashed out the door. People and locals were waiting for her. ‘
I can do this, I can do this!” she said.Mia marched onto an unfinished stage and spoke in a clear voice
” Central Park has stood in this exact spot for more than 100 years. It is a place for recreation and has mesmerising plants and flowers. I hope you understand why it is so precious to me and all the locals. We must stop the development of a new supermarket and keep it like it is!”
The crowd interpreted the sudden information and started cheering and chanting
“Mia, Mia, Mia!”
Central park was back to normal.The joy spread in the wind. coming from strong, beautiful aroma of the flowers. The businessmen had been sent away and it was all because of Mia. Everything was back to normal again.
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Mia’s sneakers pounded the gravel roads as she raced through the winding paths of Central Park, the early morning mist still clinging to the trees, her mind racing and her heart pounding from the news headline she’d just read on her phone: “City Council Considers Proposal to Develop 20% of Central Park for Commercial development.”
As she raced through the pristine lakes and trees of the park, she heard a boy say in an innocent voice “Mommy, if the park gets changed, what will happen to the trees? Will they die?”. Mia wanted to yell that it wasn’t just the trees, it was her second home! She had to save the park.
Back home, she lay sprawled on her bed, her phone tightly held in her hand. Over an hour, she made calls to her friends to meet at Tom’s Restaurant and discuss saving the park. “I’ll cover social media” reassured Jamie. “I’ll ask my artist sister to design a poster,” suggested Maddie. All her friends supported this idea.
Inside the cafe, Jamie was furiously typing to his 700,000 subscribers. Their discussion was interrupted by uproarious laughter.
“This kid knows nothing about economics and money,” a plump man with a furious bush for a beard and a suit that was struggling to hold his pose teased.
“Bet she’s never heard of it in her life,” another person, built the same in height and girth laughed.
“We’re going to convert the whole park to commercial use after the 20%,” they simultaneously answered.
Jamie responded furiously. “I asked my subscribers to sign my petition, and you interrupted my video. People can see how corrupt you are.”
“You and what people?” they asked.
Jamie whipped out his phone, and the two men turned pale. 700,000 people as fans. After that, the two people left hurriedly.
Mia’s voice tightened as she addressed the City Council on the day of the vote. A sea of people moved in front of her. Fighting back her anxiety, she started her speech: ” Central Park is essential to our city, not only because of its environment but because of its sentiment to New York and everybody surrounding it.”
“The sentiment is nothing compared to how much economic boost this change would do! The money New York Park will generate is more than the twenty percent would do.” They exclaimed with exaggerated hand gestures.
Instead of the cheers, the two people thought they would get, an angry voice of thousands of people yelled a simultaneous boo of disapproval.
As the ferocious uproar sounded inside the stadium. The two developers almost slumped into their chairs.
It was a landslide in Mia’s favor, and after the announcement, she huddled with her friends. “Thank you,” She whispered.
“It’s what we should do Mia，” Sidra replied.
She shared the moment of rejoicing with her friends, they had saved the heart of New York.
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Mia stood in stunned silence, paralyzed with trepidation as she watched the two suited developers talking amongst themselves. Their heartless smirks tore through Mia’s soul as she stared miserably amidst the bustling crowd. The suited developers were bald with sinister beady little eyes, their teeth were yellowed with hints of dark spots. Their skin was flaky and seemed brittle as ancient parchment. They were spewing out words that poisoned the otherwise untrammelled skies with their deceit and hypocrisy spreading an evil hue around them. False promises drifted out, “Unprecedented profits… unfathomable capital gains… the stunning capital appreciation.”
Later that day, Mia stumbled upon an article detailing the development proposal for Central Park. Her heart sank. The park was a haven, a sanctuary of green amidst the concrete jungle—a place where children played, joggers ran, and families picnicked. The thought of it being replaced by soulless skyscrapers was unbearable. Determined to save Central Park, Mia sprang into action. She gathered her friends, including Ava, a passionate environmentalist; Zack, a tech-savvy genius; and Leila, a gifted orator. Together, they formed the “Save Our Park” committee. Their first task was to raise awareness. They created a website, organised rallies, and distributed flyers, painting a vivid picture of what the community stood to lose. Challenges arose swiftly. The developers launched a counter-campaign, flooding social media with misleading ads, promising that the new development would bring jobs and boost the local economy.
But, just as the crowd began to show signs of support, the developers unveiled a surprise. They had secretly obtained endorsements from influential local businesses, swaying public opinion in their favour. Disheartened but not defeated, Mia and her friends devised a new plan. They would gather signatures for a petition to bring the issue to a public vote.
Outside a wild, chaotic cacophony of violent brainwashed groups protested outside, they were chanting songs of oblivious factors to stop the building of towering skyscrapers in Central Park. But this wasn’t enough. People oppressed this urgent call with another mob of crazed people protesting against the mob. Mia had to stop this.
Every day after school and work, they canvassed the neighbourhood, explaining the long-term consequences of losing the park.
Challenges arose swiftly. The developers launched a counter-campaign, flooding social media with misleading ads, promising that the new development would bring jobs and boost the local economy. Many residents, enticed by these promises, began to waver in their support for the park. The group decided to host a town hall meeting to present their case. Leila’s powerful speech highlighted the environmental impact and the irreplaceable loss of community space. However, just as the crowd began to show signs of support, the developers unveiled a surprise. They had secretly obtained endorsements from influential local businesses, swaying public opinion in their favour.
Disheartened but not defeated, Mia and her friends devised a new plan. They would gather signatures for a petition to bring the issue to a public vote. Outside, a wild, chaotic cacophony of violent, brainwashed groups protested, chanting songs against the building of towering skyscrapers in Central Park. But this wasn’t enough. Another mob of crazed people protested against the initial mob. Mia had to stop this. Every day after school and work, they canvassed the neighbourhood, explaining the long-term consequences of losing the park. Slowly but surely, signatures piled up. The major obstacle came when they discovered that one of their most trusted allies had been bribed by the developers. This betrayal threatened to discredit their entire campaign. It was then that Zack suggested using an online platform to gather digital signatures, aiming to bypass the compromised paper petitions. They worked tirelessly through the night, converting all their data and reaching out to supporters online. By morning, they had exceeded their goal. As the day of the vote approached, Mia faced a difficult decision. The developers offered a compromise: they would preserve a small portion of the park if Mia and her friends would cease their campaign. It was tempting, but Mia knew it was a ploy to weaken their resolve. After a heated discussion with her team, they decided to reject the offer and continue fighting for the entire park. On the day of the vote, the community came.
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The Great Central Park Challenge
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The Great Central Park Challenge
Mia spluttered as she read the news on her phone. “Part of the Great Central Park will be used for commercial buildings.” Mia couldn’t believe her eyes. She needed to do something to save this 150 year old park. However, she needed a friend to help her. Unfortunately, both of her friends were too busy to take part in saving the park. The park was huge, holding ponds, skate parks, slides and a large patch of soft grass for relaxing. However, the developers needed to get permission from the local council. She needed to convince the council to disallow the commercial building to be built. Luckily, Mia knew that the council would ask the residents to approve the building being built. Mia thought of a lot of ideas that would work.
“Social media, knocking on doors and giving letters.” Mia wrote on a piece of paper. Mia was leaning on a tree and when she looked up, she had a glance of the developers. She heard muttering of “ real estate and boosting the economy” The pair of developers were plump, with yellow teeth. They had beady eyes and their smirks made Mia’s heart sink. She knew that her plan would need to succeed. Mia wrote a lot of ideas but the one that stood out to her was social media. There were thousands of people who was into social media so she had a feeling that a lot of people would help her. Soon enough, she was able to make an appointment with the council.
When Mia got to the room to state her point, the council laughed. He was probably surprised to why a 13 year old came. The developers also came, smirking at her. They seemed overconfident that the council would disagree with the little girl. Mia then starting rambling about the points to why putting a commercial building would be incredibly detrimental to the park. “ Heritage sites, a tranquil area for stressed people and the memories of many will be lost.” Mia then asked the council, “ Ever thought about the people who went to the Great Central Park when they were youths? It would be incredibly rude to just take a part out of people’s memories.”
The council then stated that the commercial building will be disallowed. The smirks from the developers dropped and turned into angry and frustrated faces. Mia jumped in joy when the council said the commercial building will be stopped. She was elated that she had just saved a 150 year old park. When Mia was strolling back home, she noticed that 1 million people had noticed her video and agreed with Mia to save the park.
The swans in the pond were healthy, no part of the park was harmed or taken out. Mia was now known as the park saver.
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Mia’s sneakers pounded the pavement as she raced through the winding paths of Central Park, the early morning mist still clinging to the trees, her mind reeling from the news headline she’d just read on her phone: “City Council Considers Proposal to Develop 20% of Central Park for Commercial Use.
Blood pounding in her ears, she skidded to a stop outside Central Park, stunned as a group of developers greedily discussed the money they could make, spittle flying from their mouths. Their pot bellies stained against the fragile suspenders, creaking with the weight of such a large stomach as their plump thick necks jiggled, their triple chins flapping in the wind. Their sinister pig-eyes raked over the innocent green expanse around them. Their mouths shot poisonous words, tainting the environment around them, flaky yellow skin crusting off as their yellowed teeth gnashed together. Their breath reeked of the smell of cigarettes, the smoky air thickening around them as their twig like arm waved around, dark circles under their eyes deepening. As the sun slowly sank below the horizon and the developers waddled away, Mia silently vowed to care for this park, no matter what. The park had been here for over 150 years, and she wasn’t going to let them destroy it.
The bell in Toms Noms jingled as the trio made their way way inside, plonking themselves into a seat. ‘I can handle social media,’ said Zack, already typing furiously on his phone. ‘My cousin works at the Guggenheim,’ added Leila. ‘Maybe we can get some artist support?’ Mia grinned. This might just work.” As they exited, they suddenly heard a loud chanting. Their work had been cut for them. Mobs of people swarmed as they furiously intoned about jobs and progress. Mia’s heart fell. It seemed impossible.
Hurrying to Times Square, a shock was waiting for them. All the tourists parted as a cheery group of green-clad dancers pranced through, singing joyous songs about life and nature. Fueled by the determination and hope in their eyes, they clambered upon the Rock. “At the Top of the Rock, Mia and her friends lined up for the CentralParkChallenge. ‘Show us your favourite park memory!’ Zack called out, his drone camera hovering to capture the Manhattan skyline – and the green oasis at its centre. A stern voice boomed from the radio. “These kids don’t understand what we are going through, it intoned as Mia fought back tears, biting her lip. They had gone so far and she wasn’t going to give up now.
Moments later, she was spectating the match when she heard her team name called out. The roar of the crowd at Yankee Stadium was deafening, but Mia could hardly believe her ears. ‘And now,’ the announcer boomed, ‘let’s hear it for the Central Park Challenge team! These young New Yorkers are fighting to keep our city green!’ Silently, she hurriedly stood up onto the podium and spoke. Mia’s voice shook as she addressed the City Council. ‘Central Park isn’t just trees and grass,’ she said. ‘It’s the lungs of our city, the place where memories are made, where nature and urban life coexist.
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‘Come, quick!’ Mia’s brother shouted from the living room. When she arrived, she gasped in bewilderment. The solemn looking news reporter just proclaimed that the government had determined the construction of a commercial zone within the beloved Central Park. Mia desperately needed to report this to her parents, who were both environmentalists.
When her parents heard the news, they frowned disappointment. For them, Central Park was their home. We would spend most of our weekends there just capering around the park. With the establishment of the commercial zone, finding things to do on the weekend would be much more difficult. Mia’s goal was to ensure that this commercial zone was not constructed.
To help find a solution to this idea, Mia herded together her collection of miscellaneous friends to help her. They would each get their allocated roles, namely, writing a persuasive text for the government, researching more about the development, and constructing a survey for the local residents about this project.
’Good job guys, we’ve done it. All we need to do now is to combine our information and send it off.’
After Mia and her group of friends combined the information, they made the submission to the government. Their submission was a mixture of survey results and ideas for other alternatives.
That night, Mia and her friends felt proud of their hard work and had an early night, hoping for the best for the next day.
The day after they finished, something mind – blowing appeared in their letter box. The letter said:
Dear Mia,
We have been informed about your redevelopment proposal. After all of your hard work and dedication, we have agreed…
to reject your proposal and make the WHOLE park a commercial zone. Thank you for your suggestions, we really appreciate it.
Yours Sincerely,
The Nice Government
Once again, Mia gasped in exasperated bewilderment.
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Mia gazed in fearful disbelief, staring at the bald developers as they hissed out words of deceit, poisoning the otherwise untrammelled skies with their evil. Their malicious eyes seethed with greed, their potbellies barely restricted by their Gainsborough suspenders. Their great, corpulent triple chins enveloped their plump, flakey neck as they radiated words of avarice and self-benefit. False promises drifted out, “Unprecedented profit margin… an unfathomable J-curve in revenue… the stunning capital appreciation…abysmal disbursements.”
She shut her eyes, not being able to bear any more lies. She thought of the world as it would become—towering buildings encroaching on the verdant fields, the monotonous drilling bleeding out children’s laughter. The innocent animals are forced to scavenge the streets in desperate spurts of hunger. No, she thought, No greedy millionaire is going to destroy the park – not on my watch!
The next afternoon, Mia sat nervously, alone in Tom’s Restaurant. Suddenly, the familiar ringing of the front bell filled the air as Jerry and Layla strolled in. Jerry, adorned in a flannel T-shirt and oversized sweatpants, looked up from his phone – his glasses slightly ajar. Meanwhile, Layla confidently trudged in with a stack of signs and a packet of markers and pens. They hastily got to work, with Jerry effortlessly covering the media – launching a @SaveThePark petition, requesting that supporters share a favourite memory of their park. Layla designed activist signs and protests whilst Mia contacted local authorities. Soon afterwards, there had already been thousands of responses from people fighting for their beloved green park, fighting so that the entrepreneurs don’t exploit what has been theirs for a hundred years.
Yet still, the developers refused to budge, dismissing it as mere ‘anti-progress’ and disregarding it as a ‘minor setback’. Despite the boiling anger and frustration, they still continued relentlessly; holding large protests and peaceful riots, rallying strikes and soliciting officials. But their true battle was still waiting to be fought.
The time truly came as the city council finally decided to make the ultimate move on the park’s fate – whether it stays the way it is, or is altered ‘for the better’ by the lucrative entrepreneurs. The council need realistic evidence to make it’s decision, and once it’s made, there’s no going back.
Without hesitation, the developers proposed their side of the claim, illustrating how they will alter the park for the better. They spoke about how the money would help fuel our society and how the implementation of recreational facilities can ‘enhance the park’s performance and enjoyability.’ Mia’s group wavered. “What if they can actually make it better?” Layla whispered.
Mia was torn between two alternatives, to stick to the original plan and lose public credibility, or accept a risky compromise that could be more appealing than the original plan. One day, as she peacefully strolled through the fields of the park, she noticed a natural uniqueness of it. She realised that no artificial development could ever improve the beauty that lay in the park. She realised the park was enjoyable and beautiful because of it’s natural wonders and history. She realised that this beauty doesn’t lay in it’s future, but in what it is.
She returned to her friends with rejuvenated energy and morale.
“No we can’t compromise,” Mia said, “Even if we let them take a small chunk, who knows how much more they will want? After all, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”
In the final days before the ultimate jurisdiction, they worked tirelessly, concocting videos highlighting the beauty and natural history of the park, emphasizing that it’s nature and not artificiality that makes the park so precious. They gathered expert advice on the effects of climate change and pollution, as well as unearthing the true motive behind the developers. They even held a gathering so that people could witness what they were fighting for.
As they gripped the edges of their seat, the council prepared to announce their final decision. And after a deafening silence and excruciating wait, it was finally revealed. The city park cannot be altered – by any means. The supporters erupted into applause and excitement as cathartic tears of relief streamed down Mia’s face. They’d done it. They saved Central Park!
That evening, they sat in the flowering fields of Central Park, watching as the sun dipped under the horizon – their faces illuminated by a warm, apricot glow. Maybe, they thought, it’s better to fight a losing side than join the wrong.
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Redeeming the Luxurious Park
Weary Mia rose up from her slumber, as the sun ascended from the bottom of earth. Unlike usual, a sorrowful frown was stretched across its face. Mia unlocked her phone to view flabbergasting news. It read ‘New development plan for towering skyscrapers poses a threat to the Central park.’ Mia’s jaw loosened and toppled down. Infuriation engulfed Mia. Thoughts of loathe for the idea ran through her mind as fast as a cheetah. Bold Mia knew she had to rescue the poor park from demolition.
Mia was determined to save the astonishing park with some of her resolute friends. Her friends were William that could capture every aspect in any shot, Greg was an affluent person that could buy a billboard and also a friend named Sarah with a channel on social media. Mia informed her inquisitive friends on the gruelling problem. Jolts of distress went up their spines.
Greg immediately got to work and purchased a colossal billboard where anyone could view it. An ecstatic smirk stretched across his face. He commanded that the picture of the billboard to be changed to one about saving the beloved central park. The next second, the endangered park immaterialised onto the screen. Eyes drifted and glued onto the vivid billboard as it flourished with vibrant colours. As he had accomplished his job, his glasses shimmered and his polished shoes gleamed.
Meanwhile, William was taking exemplary photos of the greenery of the park, the society relishing in the tabernacle, stacked with affection and memories of exhilaration. The play equipment glistened and glowed as bright as a star. The nature nourished and thrived, but if not rescued, could become ragged and destroyed. The only way to remember it would be by the ashes of its remnants. William sent his photos to Sarah and she was in awe when she stared at the photos.
She forged an inspiring and dazzling video, as Mia narrated the video. Both of them prayed rapidly that the video would be a success and the society would aid them in protecting the central park. When uploaded, the views and likes skyrocketed. A sense of fulfilment swarmed around their heart.
THUD,BASH,CLATTER! The air felt eerie, as fear grew in Mia and Sarah’s stomach. They looked out of the window to see a flash mob of crowds, with billboards stating to put an end to this ridiculous plan. Mia, Sarah, Greg and William saw the victory they had accomplished. The plan to eradicate the central park had ended. The jolly, scorching sun shone at the miraculous heroes of the central park. The relieved park gave them a wink of thankfulness.
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1. Weakness (ACTIONS)/Strength
One of my weaknesses is organisation, as I sometimes misplace belongings. I sometimes forget where I put my stuff and don’t remember where it was and then I go around my house trying to find it. I have been able to solve this weakness by exactly remembering where I put it and repeating it in my mind.
2. What things do you like most at school
Things that I like most about our school are group projects. It requires collaboration from large groups. For example at school, we’re doing the First Lego League competition and we have to compete in groups of eight to nine. Group projects allow me to socialise and interact with others in the group and know more about them.
3. What do you see yourself doing in 6 years
I see myself becoming a swimming champion in six years with a lot of dedication. I am really passionate about swimming and hope to become an Australian swimmer. Being a swimmer really points out to me so I believe I will pursue it in six years.
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The Great Central Park Challenge
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Continue the story of “The Great Central Park Challenge,” starting from the moment Mia reads the news about the development proposal. Describe her efforts to save the park, the challenges she faces, and how she works with her friends to make a difference. Include at least one major obstacle they must overcome and a moment where Mia must make a difficult decision. Use at least 5 words from the vocabulary list in your writing.
The Great Central Park Challenge:
Sprawled across today’s news headline was “Reimagining Central Park, developing the Great Central Park for commercial use”, accompanied by pictures of gargantuan bulldozers and images of gleaming silver skyscrapers that stretched longingly towards the heavens. Untrammelled anger and perplexion erupted from Mia’s mind, jolting through her blood in galvanic surges. The Great Central Park was not only an iconic green landmark, but the lifeblood of New York City. She sprinted towards the Bethesda Fountain, her untamed, mahogany hair flapping in the mid-autumn breeze. Mia crouched behind the magnificent fountain, the graceful water cascading gently across the rippling sapphire surface. Just then, a group of stout developers waddled into view. Mia stood paralysed as she eavesdropped. Their corpulent, purpled frames were embellished with flaky skin, suspenders clinging desperately to enormous pot-bellies. Their pudgy yellowed eyes, draped with ruby veins, scanned the innocent emerald empyrean with hunger, drool dripping of merciless smirks. Gainsboro grey cigarettes protruded from their mouths, billowing asphalt smoke into the firmament and poisoning the naive foliage. Together, they yelled violently at each other about “Triple A investments” and “unprecedented profit rates”, each hissed word dropping dollops of saliva onto the pavement. The Great Central Park was in danger, so it was Mia’s job to save it.
Mia’s features were etched with inexorable perseverance as she entered Tom’s Restaurant, the emblematic crimson letters illuminating the surrounding onyx that crawled across the horizon. “Okay, team. We are here to preserve the Great Central Park. Any ideas?” “I can deal with social media.” suggested Zack, already texting furiously on his phone. His pale, bony complexion was draped in a charcoal flannel-shirt and navy sweatpants, his AR Ray-Ban glasses reflecting thick arctic blue that camouflaged his eyes. “My brother works at the Guggenheim. We can both give you some artistic support.” said Leila, her Irish-Boston accent brimming with anticipation. Her plain white shirt and tattered jeans were splattered in kaleidoscopic paint stains, distinguishing the cinnabar scarf tied around her neck. Freckles lined her face, her auburn hair knotted into a messy bun. Just as the team began sprouting ideas, thunderous footsteps and blaring voices pierced through the chatter. Hordes of pro-development protestors stormed the streets unrestrained, thousands of opposing signs held aloft by middle-aged, unemployed people, chanting impudently through the streets. They had bigger competition than they thought.
Hundreds of cameras were fixed onto the green figures as they pranced around Times Square in choreographed routine, beads of sweat gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. Each figure was like an emerald marionette dancer, encased within the grasp of unwavering determination and support for the preservation of one of the last green spaces in the urban city of New York. As they dispersed, a smile stretched across Mia’s face as understanding spread across the crowd. The afternoon news report flashed across Mia’s phone. “These kids don’t understand economics”, sneers an obese developer. Fury and frustration coursed through her veins, poisoning the blood and ensnaring the mind. “I know plenty – like how sometimes, money isn’t the most important thing.” she said through clenched teeth. However, as the next few days passed, their supporters began to waver. Even with the aid of the Fifth Avenue Boutique and several other businesses that scattered across New York, the developers were winning back the audience. It became increasingly difficult to gain followers. The population’s interest started drifting away from the Great Central Park. By the end of the year, there might not even be a Great Central Park left to enjoy. They had to do something – something big.
The spectators cheered and roared deafeningly, their screams ricocheting off the stadium walls. The emerald grassy field, striped in white, stretched across the mammoth coliseum. A magnified voice boomed across the Yankee stadium. ‘And now, ‘ the announcer thundered, ‘let’s hear it for the Central Park Challenge team! The young New Yorkers are fighting to keep our city green! The unexpected shout-out and encouragement from millions of supporters reinvigorated Mia’s spirits, their meaningful words echoing through her heart and mind. They couldn’t give up now. The Great Central Park needed them. Mia’s enstatite brown eyes smouldered with a familiar, flaming determination.
The team was gathered at the New York Public Library, scanning the urban planning documents intently. Their ideas were scattered across the pages, mixed with the paperwork. Each new plan could work, but would it be enough? “We could write a petition?” offered Leila, her voice amplified as it reverberated across the Bavarian cream walls. Something clicked in Mia’s mind. “Sounds amazing.” replied Mia, smiling for the first time in days.
An impeccable coat of cornsilk blanketed the walls of the New York City Hall. Nervousness palpitated Mia’s heart as the president’s hand hovered above the innumerable signatures. “The Great Central Park is not a place to be destroyed, but a place to be nurtured and cherished. It was a pedigree gift from our ancestors, passed through the generations.” The weight of tension pushed down on her shoulders, creating beads of sweat that trickled off her feverish skin. The fate of the Great Central Park, one of the last green spaces in New York, would be determined by this singular moment.
Several months later …
Mia, Zack and Leila stood side by side at the Gapstow Bridge, leaning on the anachronistic brickwork wrapped in jade vines, appreciating the foliage around them. Kaleidoscopic flora blanketed the green haven as spring seized it, tainting the firmament in swirling azure and sapphire. Faint shouts of joy coursed through the air, piercing the tranquil silence. Along the alabaster walkway stood the newly refurbished playground – funded by a compromise that had saved the park and satisfied the need for development. She smiled. Sometimes, change could be good.
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1. Weakness (ACTIONS)/Strength
One of my weaknesses is organisation, as I sometimes misplace belongings. I sometimes forget where I put my stuff and don’t remember where it was and then I go around my house trying to find it. I have been able to solve this weakness by exactly remembering where I put it and repeating it in my mind.
One of my strengths is creative thinking. I am amazing at solving questions that require thinking outside of the box and using creative methods to solve equations or questions.
2. What things do you like most at school
Things that I like most about our school are group projects. It requires collaboration from large groups. For example at school, we’re doing the First Lego League competition and we have to compete in groups of eight to nine. Group projects allow me to socialise and interact with others in the group and know more about them.
3. What do you see yourself doing in 6 years
I see myself becoming a swimming champion in six years with a lot of dedication. I am really passionate about swimming and hope to become an Australian swimmer. Being a swimmer really points out to me so I believe I will pursue it in the six years.
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Mia stood in absolute, stunned silence, near the majestic Bethesda Fountain, as she sneakily but warily eavesdropped on a small bunch of onesie suited green eyed developers who gestured enthusiastically at the lush green expanse around them. The wealthy men stood, triple chins obscuring their necks as another reek of burnt ash swept across the atmosphere. The cause of this was because, the men were smoking obscene amounts of unhealthy, toxic cigarettes. Their words lingered like a sharp sting in the air: “unprecedented profits… unfathomable capital gains…” Mia’s jaw dropped to the floor and her heart nearly skipped a beat. No this could not be happening.
Ten percent of the whole Central Park was going to be cast away for commercial use. As a rightful citizen and a young teenager she felt the urge to leave the topic unsettled. She would not let the developers win the battle this time. Running back to her house as fast as her puny, scrawny legs could carry her, she was huffing and puffing when she finally arrived. In an instant, she was upstairs already dialling her friends numbers shaking in anticipation and readiness to serve right for the nature lovers of the community. While she waited for her friends to arrive she researched a bit more about the excavation happening at the park. Apparently, if you collected a petition with one hundred and fifty votes, the excavation would be cancelled and the majority would rule. There was just one huge problem with that. The excavation was this afternoon.
After briefly filling in her friends with the gossip and news, they were ready to vow their absolute best for the sake of the community. To their luck, Jim’s aunt was the head of the Sydney Art Museum and she totally approved without a hint of reluctance and she thought it was an amazing idea because, as an artist thy should be one with nature. One by one artists chatting away exuberantly came to sign our petition with ginormous smiles across the face and we even earned a few pat on the backs and words of praise. We decided to finish up at lunch time to count the votes and enjoy some tantalising take-away fast-food.
149 votes! Just one more vote, how difficult could it be was what Mia thought but for the next three hours life bullied us. Thirty more minutes until the excavation! Oh no! Mia was hit by a wave of frustration and treipidation, fearing the unknown. Then she remembered, that they forgot to let Jim’s aunt sign it. Racing back furiously to the library Mia was greeted abruptly by his aunt! “I knew you guys would come back,” she said with a broad smile tipped across her face. Signing it swiftly she pulled us all in for a group hug as we all stared at here in awe. “Off you go darlings, you have a place to be,” she shooed us off with the flick of her hand. Again, we raced like headless chickens back to Central Park just at three thirty on the dot. The developers were breath-taken at our underlying effort and decided to call of the construction. We stood there arms in the air standing triumphantly at our clean victory. We had done it! We had saved the natural environment of our city.
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Mia stood in pin dropped silence, near the majestic Bethesda Fountain, as she surreptitiously eavesdropped on a small bunch staring at the bald developers as they hissed out words of deceit, poisoning the otherwise untrammelled skies with their evil. Their malicious eyes seethed with greed, their potbellies were making them look like sumo wrestlers their. The opulent men enthusiastically looked at the lush green expanse around them. The wealthy men stood, as another a wind of burnt ash swept across the atmosphere. The cause of this was because, the men were smoking obscene amounts of unhealthy, toxic cigarettes. Their words lingered like a opener of enormity: “unprecedented profits… unfathomable capital gains… “unprecedented profits… unfathomable capital gains…” Mia’s jaw dropped to the floor and her heart had skipped a beat. No this could not be happening. Ten percent of the whole Central Park was going to be cast away for commercial use. As a rightful citizen and a young minor she felt the urge to leave the topic unsettled. She would not let the developers win the battle. Running back to her house as fast as her puny, slender legs could carry her, she was panting by the time she got to her house when she finally arrived. Impulsively, she decided to dial her friends numbers she just felt like she had to end thier parade to serve right for the nature lovers of the community. While she waited for her friends to arrive she researched a bit more about the excavation happening at the park. Apparently, if you collected one hundred and fifty votes, the excavation would be cancelled and the majority would rule. There was just one huge problem with that. The excavation was this afternoon. After briefly filling in her friends with the gossip and news, they were ready to vow their absolute best for the sake of the community. To their covincidence, Amy’s mum is the minister of environment and she totally agreed to help them without the faintest sign of reluctence and she thought it was an amazing idea because, as a huge fan of environment needs to be one with nature. One by one environmetalists chatting away came to sign with ginormous smiles across the face and we even earned a few pat on the backs and words of praise. We decided to finish up at lunch time to count the votes and enjoy some tantalising take-away fast-food. 146votes! Just one more vote, how difficult could it be was what Mia thought but for the next three hours life bullied us. Thirty more minutes until the excavation! Oh no! Mia was hit by a wave of frustration and treipidation, fearing the unknown. Then she remembered, that they forgot to let Amy’s mum and them selves sign it. Racing back furiously to the libray Mia was greeted abruptly by her mum“I knew you guys would come back,” she said with a broad smile tipped across her face. Signing it swiftly she pulled us all in for a group hug as we all stared at here in awe. “Off you go, go make me proud, you have a place to be,” she shooed us off with the flick of her hand. Again, we raced like dogs back to Central Park just at two minutes on the dot. The developers were breath-taken at our underlying effort and decided to call of the construction. We stood there arms in the air standing triumphantly at our clean victory. We had done it! We had saved the natural environment of our city.
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