Week 3 Writing Homework
Writing Prompt: First sleep-over at a friend’s house—show excitement and worry without naming the emotions. (400 words)
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Liam’s bag had been packed since the night before, even though the sleepover wasn’t until Saturday. Now it sat by the front door like a loyal pet waiting to be taken along. He had packed his pajamas, toothbrush, and the comic book he and Josh always laughed at during break time. At the last minute, he tucked his old teddy between his jumpers, just in case, but made sure it stayed hidden under everything else.
That morning, Liam kept peeking out the window, counting how many cars passed until it was finally time. When Mum called, “Shoes on! Let’s go,” his fingers fumbled with the laces, and he had to start over twice. The car ride wasn’t long, but the trees outside blurred together as he stared ahead, imagining Josh’s house: Would the living room be big? What if the dinner was something weird? What if everyone fell asleep and he was the only one still awake?
Josh’s house had a bright red door and flower pots with smiling sunflowers. His mum opened the door before they even knocked, holding a tray with cookies that smelled like melted chocolate and something warm and buttery. Liam gave a small wave and tried not to wipe his hands on his jeans.
In Josh’s room, posters of superheroes covered the walls, and there was a beanbag that looked like a cloud. They built a fort with chairs and blankets, using torches as secret lamps. They played video games and shouted at the screen like pirates. Liam’s voice started to sound braver the longer they played.
But later, after the lights went out and the house grew quiet, the noises changed. The hum of the fridge downstairs, the creaks in the hallway, even Josh’s steady breathing, they were sounds Liam didn’t know. The ceiling above looked different from the one he stared at every night. He pulled the blanket up to his chin and slipped one hand into the side pocket of his bag until his fingers found a soft ear, the teddy. His other hand stayed still outside the covers, just in case Josh woke up.
Thoughts ran around in his head like marbles: What time was it? Would Mum still be awake? Should he have said no to staying the night? But then he remembered the cookies and the fort and how Josh had said, “It’s awesome you’re sleeping over. I’ve never had a sleepover friend before.”
Liam didn’t answer out loud then, but now, lying in the quiet dark, he squeezed the teddy once and let his eyes close a little. Maybe, if he just stayed still, sleep would come on its own. Maybe tomorrow, they could build a fort even taller.
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3 – Y5 – Varoon
The golden, twinkling invitation was pinned on the fridge, a magnet shaped like a bunch of grapes pinning it to the surface. I ran my fingers along the bumps of the fruits, feeling the smooth texture beneath my fingertips. The shiny paper sparkled in the light, words glimmering. I read it once, twice, three times, before I could feel the inside of my palms become slick with sweat. I rubbed them together, my head cloudy. My socks padded onto the pale brown oak floor. I gripped my overnight bag tighter. I glanced at it, my brows creasing down. The red felt dinosaur – the T-Rex – roared furiously, its claws slashing at the air. I remembered the moment I had bought it, when I was so proud of getting my first bag. I smiled slightly, shakily, my cheeks still white. Pinching the cold, metal zipper with two fingers, I pulled it and wriggled my fingers around. There were the neat folds of clothes, the small plastic container with my toothbrush, toothpaste… and of course, my little floss pick. I raised my fist to the door, then lowered it. My mind raced with indecision, swirling through the possibilities. You COULD just not go and go home right now, or maybe be rude and act like you don’t care, it’ll help with being brave, my brain yammered. Finally, I drew in a huge breath, raised my hand to the wooden door, and rapped on it with my pale knuckles three times.
“Good boy,” sighed my mother affectionately, patting my head and kissing me on the cheek.
“And, it should be Bobby,” said Alfred to his mother as he reached out to open the door. “Hey, bro!” he grinned, holding his hand out.
“H-h-hi, Alfred,” I replied, smiling weakly. I high-fived him, our hands thwapping with a resounding ‘clap!’.
“Now, lovely Alfred, and his lovelier mother, I expect Bobby to be a good little boy while at your house, and please feel free to tell me if he does otherwise,” said my mother, stroking my head and squeezing my hand.
“Oh, he’ll be absolutely delightful, as always,” laughed Alfred’s mother.
“Well then, I better get going!” chuckled my mother. “Farewell, farewell!”
As we entered Alfred’s house, I clapped excitedly, feeling my hands slide off each other from the sweat. I yammered to him, telling him all about my weekend. We flung dice around and ripped out his video gaming console from the charging station. We giggled while cracking jokes and building ridiculous things.
But all too soon, it was nighttime.
I crawled into my crimson sleeping bag, teeth cleaned and pajamas on. I ran my fingers along the furry surface of my sleeve, warm and comforting. My mind flicked back to all the things I didn’t have… my Spinosaurus plushie, prehistoric blanket, my own pillow, red and blue dinosaurs parading across it. I could hear the slow dripping of the tap. Drip. Drip. Groan. Gone. No more dripping. I felt adrenaline dart through my body. There was someone who had just turned off the tap. My eyes flickered rapidly, and I thrust the sleeping bag over my head. Whimpering, I counted the ticks of the clock. One. Two. Three. GONG!! I crept out, startled. Could it be midnight? The sudden realisation leapt at me. My head was foggy, as if mist had slithered into my brain. My eyes were a completely different story. They were open, wide, awake. I could hear Alfred and his parents snoring… well, at least his mother. Sighing, the color returned to my cheeks. It was just his dad. I have to sleep, muttered my brain.
And that was the last thing I remembered from that night.
Tom’s heart pounded like a drum. His finger hovered over the unread message Tyler sent him this morning. Tom’s finger unconsciously touched the screen, opening the message to the group chat. His eyes slowly scanned the words. Then the words hit him. The message said: Hey Tom! Do you want to come over to my house this weekend? Inform your mum about this! From your pal, Tyler.
Pride swelled up in Tom’s mind. He is becoming a big kid! He eagerly answered back with a yes. He leapt up and scampered to his mother like a mouse when it spotted cheese. Soon Tom’s mother received Tyler’s address and put the date on the calendar with a smiley face sticker. The day arrived sooner than Tom thought it would. Suddenly a wave of anxiety washed over him as he prepared. He used hair gel to secure the singular strands of hair that were not in place. Tom borrowed his mother’s moisturizer and Vaseline and fixed his crackled lips and flakey skin. He started to practice conversations with Tyler’s parents and lines that might make Tyler’s parents impressed. Tom’s mother was holding his sleepover bag in front of the car waiting for him like a prison guard. Tom sat in the car. Suddenly questions and scenarios swarmed him. What if he starts mumbling? What if Tyler’s parents don’t like him? What if he wets the bed? Tom could hear the jeering and the rumors spread about him if he did anything embarrassing. Tom’s heart skipped a beat as they pulled into Tyler’s driveway. Tyler was waving wildly while whooping like he just won the lottery. Tom watched as his mother’s car pulled out of the driveway and sped off. Tyler dragged him inside and they made a castle out of graham crackers, pranked Tyler’s parents with a whoopee cushion and played video games. Soon it was time for bed. Tom lay on a rock hard mattress and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. Tyler started to drift off to sleep but Tom was huddling in the thin blanket while listening to the dripping of a leaky tap downstairs. Tom flinched as he heard the creak of a door and the yawning of Tyler’s dad. As the whole house fell asleep, Tom lay awake. Staring at the window hoping that the sun would rise so he wouldn’t have to endure the pain of silence any longer. A ray of light pierced through the darkness. Tom awoke to his mother downstairs chatting with Tyler’s mother. Tom waved goodbye and ran to his mother’s car. Upon arrival at home Tom leapt onto his plush and familiar bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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3 – Y5 – Qiaoqiao
The first sleepover
Janet’s invitation had lain on the refrigerator for several days, a constant reminder of her upcoming sleepover party. Every time Kacey passed by, her fingers instinctively drummed against her leg, and a lump appeared in her throat as his stomach performed a series of peculiar flips. Her mother had already packed her overnight bag, which waited at the front door like a sentinel. Within its depths lay Kacey’s toothbrush, pyjamas, towel, swimmers, clothes and – tucked secretly in the midst of it all – her teddy bear that no one at school knew about.
“We’re leaving in five minutes,” called Kacey’s mother from her room. Frozen, Kacey stood in front of the mirror, hastily untieing and readjusting her hair, taking out and replacing her hair ties. Her desk was a mess, filled with different clips and brushes as she did her hair again and again. For the seventh time, she rehearsed her greeting to Janet’s parents, before reorganising her bag for the fifth time and practising how she was going to walk in, and sensibly set her shoes on the side. Then, she double checked her zipper on her bag for the third time, leaving damp prints on the fabric.
Outside, the afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the pavement, signalling the approach of evening – the first she would spend away from her house. Her bed. The car journey passed in a blur of houses and trees. Kacey’s leg bounced rhythmically against the seat while scenarios played through her mind: What if Janet’s other friends didn’t like her? What if she was still too babyish? What if they saw her teddy bear and laughed at her? What if she spilled something at dinner? What if she couldn’t fall asleep? And what if she fell asleep while they were chatting in the dark? Yet, alongside these thoughts ran others – of midnight snacks, of sharing secrets in whispers, of being treated like one of the big kids at last. As they pulled into Janet’s driveway, Kacey’s heart was racing at such a speed that she was certain it must be visible through her dress. She bade goodbye to her mum, and here she was. Despite the jumbly feeling in her stomach, Kacey felt ready. To face her first sleepover.
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3 – Y5 – Sophia Zhang
The golden, twinkling invitation was pinned on the fridge, a magnet shaped like a bunch of grapes pinning it to the surface. I ran my fingers along the bumps of the fruits, feeling the smooth texture beneath my fingertips. The shiny paper sparkled in the light, words glimmering. I read it once, twice, three times, before I could feel the inside of my palms become slick with sweat. I rubbed them together, my head cloudy. My socks padded onto the pale brown oak floor. I gripped my overnight bag tighter. I glanced at it, my brows creasing down. The red felt dinosaur – the T-Rex – roared furiously, its claws slashing at the air. I remembered the moment I had bought it, when I was so proud of getting my first bag. I smiled slightly, shakily, my cheeks still white. Pinching the cold, metal zipper with two fingers, I pulled it and wriggled my fingers around. There were the neat folds of clothes, the small plastic container with my toothbrush, toothpaste… and of course, my little floss pick. I raised my fist to the door, then lowered it. My mind raced with indecision, swirling through the possibilities. You COULD just not go and go home right now, or maybe be rude and act like you don’t care, it’ll help with being brave, my brain yammered. Finally, I drew in a huge breath, raised my hand to the wooden door, and rapped on it with my pale knuckles three times.
“Good boy,” sighed my mother affectionately, patting my head and kissing me on the cheek.
“And, it should be Bobby,” said Alfred to his mother as he reached out to open the door. “Hey, bro!” he grinned, holding his hand out.
“H-h-hi, Alfred,” I replied, smiling weakly. I high-fived him, our hands thwapping with a resounding ‘clap!’.
“Now, lovely Alfred, and his lovelier mother, I expect Bobby to be a good little boy while at your house, and please feel free to tell me if he does otherwise,” said my mother, stroking my head and squeezing my hand.
“Oh, he’ll be absolutely delightful, as always,” laughed Alfred’s mother.
“Well then, I better get going!” chuckled my mother. “Farewell, farewell!”
As we entered Alfred’s house, I clapped excitedly, feeling my hands slide off each other from the sweat. I yammered to him, telling him all about my weekend. We flung dice around and ripped out his video gaming console from the charging station. We giggled while cracking jokes and building ridiculous things.
But all too soon, it was nighttime.
I crawled into my crimson sleeping bag, teeth cleaned and pajamas on. I ran my fingers along the furry surface of my sleeve, warm and comforting. My mind flicked back to all the things I didn’t have… my Spinosaurus plushie, prehistoric blanket, my own pillow, red and blue dinosaurs parading across it. I could hear the slow dripping of the tap. Drip. Drip. Groan. Gone. No more dripping. I felt adrenaline dart through my body. There was someone who had just turned off the tap. My eyes flickered rapidly, and I thrust the sleeping bag over my head. Whimpering, I counted the ticks of the clock. One. Two. Three. GONG!! I crept out, startled. Could it be midnight? The sudden realisation leapt at me. My head was foggy, as if mist had slithered into my brain. My eyes were a completely different story. They were open, wide, awake. I could hear Alfred and his parents snoring… well, at least his mother. Sighing, the color returned to my cheeks. It was just his dad. I have to sleep, muttered my brain.
And that was the last thing I remembered from that night.
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3 – Y5 – Aria
“Listen to Victor’s Mum and do not go to the bathroom at night because you might interrupt them okay, Michael?” asked Mum as she gently patted foundation on her face.
Rancid and fruity.
My seatbelt felt even tighter than before, pressing against my chest onto the hard seats. I hate the feeling of my bag on my legs, but this time, I felt empty without it. Empty without the scent of familiar laundry pods, without the scent of my emergency cookies and without the scent of home. A sleepover with Victor was an event this week I waited for, but something told me I was not ready. What if Victor laughed about my pajamas… what if I can’t sleep… would his parents be nice to me… would they judge me?
“You have arrived at 78 Telegraph Road,” said Google Maps, as it flashed.
I grabbed onto my bag and meandered up the driveway whilst I held Mum’s hand. There was no one there to welcome me, just pairs of high heels and sports shoes parked outside the house. Before Mum knocked, a woman with chestnut hair greeted us with a warm yet fake smile. She must be Victor’s Mum. As my Mum spoke to her about my food allergies, my once soft straps of my bag pierced through my palm like shattered glass. I took my navy shoes off and stepped inside the house. Neither was there a fluffy, ‘welcome’ carpet on the floor — nor was there Spider-Man slippers — just the frosty and menacing floorboards that numbed my spine and neck. No goodbyes. No hugs. The door slammed as Mum left, the roar of the engine meant my first time away from her.
“Where’s Victor?” I gently asked and tried to avoid eye contact.
“Upstairs, but here are some rules in this house,” she replied
‘Rule 1: do not touch candles or chandeliers because you might get hurt. Rule 2: never touch fire unless I am supervising you. Rule 3: Play for 1 hour on the PC and take a break — it’s bad for your eyes. After half an hour reading about ‘Essential Etiquettes in the Smiths Family’, I was finally allowed to go upstairs to find Victor.
Aquamarine chandeliers hung from the roof as I heard Victor’s PC rumble.
“Hi Victor,” I said.
“Hi Michael, you want to see my room?” he said.
We played some games, watched funny videos, played Lego, soccer and over again.
Hours passed. Dinner was finished, but they were already put into the dishwasher. We directly went to bed, no dessert, at least none for me, no trivia and Monopoly. I slept on a soft mattress and pre washed bed sheets, a dim light seeped through the curtains whilst Victor snored. The harsh hum of the air conditioner kept me awake. Drip, drip, drip — the sink outside leaked and the murmur of neighbours was a belligerent reminder: I am not at home. Without the scent of laundry pods. Without the aroma of homemade cookies. Without the candy scent of my teddy bear.
Radiant lights in front of me got darker as a silhouette pushed open the mahogany door. As the doorknob moved, a thread of hospitable light crept through. A reoccurring silhouette of chestnut hair flickered under the beaming moon. The silhouette gently tucked my feet under the blanket and turned off the little lamp.
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3 – Y5 – Tiffany Gu
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Scholarly W3
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3-Tricia Yi
The Emotional Sleep-over Ride
Izuku’s bag moved slightly as if it had been waving good-bye to the house. Izuku made sure he had everything his other told to pack. He gave one last good-bye to the house and his mother and walked off. His house was not far from his friend, Bakugo’s house. While he was walking, a full out debate was happening in his mind. What if I do something embarrassing, Should I have not agreed to this but on the other hand, No I can do this and I shouldn’t be scared. It was whole a predicament. When he reached he touched the bell but then hesitated. He touched again but this time he had accumulated enough courage to press the button. After this he lost all his courage like gaining energy to run but then after the sprint you become worn out. Bakugo’s Mom greeted Izuku and told him to come in. She called Bakugo and then he did his special greeting. This greeting was not one of those cool claps patterns. It was a fierce upper-cut forming into a diamond hard slap on the back. When he arrived it was already 6:45 so we had to dinner. For dinner, It was Bakugo’s favourite dish. A marching line of salmon nigiri with a hot, spicy buldak ramen but I had to have carbonara buldak ramen because my spice tolerance was exponentially worse than Bakugo’s. After we ate the main course, we were treated with some soft, gooey cream mochi that tasted like it came from heaven. Once we ate are dinner, we went to bed but for some reason my mind didn’t turn off. It was still lurking on the thoughts of anxiety so I reached into my bag to get my favourite Olympic athlete, All Might. When clutched him onto my hand I felt more at home than before. Sooner than ever I went wide awake to deep slumber.
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3-JASH
Done my writing.
WK3 scholarship homework
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3-Vivaan
Lilly was packing her bag tomorrow was her big day it was her first sleepover. Lilly had mixed feelings about her sleepover she was nervous, excited and also worried. The next day Lilly was waiting there as quiet as an mouse tip-toeing around her house also with butterflies also in her tummy. Worries were swirling around her head: What if I can’t sleep? , What if I make a mess at dinner? Now Lilly was becoming more and more nervous, at this point she did’t want to go anymore .She double checked her bag making another list to tick off. Clothes , toothbrush, toothpaste , pillow and her favourite bear. Staring at her house for the last time until she comes back she her mum was getting ready to drop her off.
“Lilly, I’m ready to drop you off at Hannah’s house!” her mum yelled across the house.
“I will be waiting in the car.” Lilly gloomily replied
Hannah”s house was only 10 minutes away. During the way there Lilly didn’t talk she was looking at the Kookaburras, Cockatoos, Galahs singing happily she also saw the pesty mosquitoes chasing people .They arrived at Hannah’s house ,her mum made the best cookies ever which was as sweet as honey but this time when Lilly took a bite it was very bitter. Lilly said bye to her mum and went quickly with Hannah to pay with her toys. Hannah’s room was filled with cats all over her room her night light, her pillowcase and her mat, her walls was Pastel Yellow with Bright Yellow stars. After Lilly and Hannah had a drawing contest after they watched her TV then they quit a lego tower seeing whose would go the highest without falling. At dinner they had pizza and for desert they had Strawberry Sundae. They slept very late at 10pm last night but now Lilly was getting sleepy then she started getting her pillow, blanket and teddy bear ready.
Hannah turned her duck night light and went to sleep as quick as a cat chasing mice. An hour later Lilly still could not fall asleep and her stomach was rumbling she was thinking about her family, her room, her bed, her after dinner snack and her soft blanket. Now her head was filled with worries. Her eyes slowly closed and she slowly slept.
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3-Ariana Huang
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Sleepover (1)
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3-Kyle Hui
As my feet step onto their front porch, my heart bursts like a balloon. My brain filled with joy in predicting the amazing fun we will have – late night spooky stories, an amazing dinner, fun in the night, and a good sleep before going back home. Every step towards the front door was a memory – a memory of a time more amazing than winning the lottery. Opening one foot after the other – one moment closer to the moment I was dreaming of. When the door opens, it opens into a wonderland. The place me and my friend are going to have the best night ever – at my first sleepover. The night sky smiles at me, its stars lighting the path of our journey tonight. The moon looks at me, as if wishing the sun never replaced it to make the night last longer. But my hands could not keep still – they kept on tapping onto my lap while we were watching a movie, my throat betraying me and gulping all the time, and my palms sweaty. As soon as the excitement came, the mental fireman came, and it was extinguished. The nervousness flowed on like a waterfall, and I felt as if I might actually leave. But I could not, I was still having so much fun! Soon, darkness approached quicker, and it was nearly pitch-black outside. The inside lamps reflected dark, and the black from outside nearly seeped into the warm room. When time to sleep came by, I wondered what my parents were doing. Maybe watching a movie, starting to sleep, or eating the amazing dinner they usually cook. I imagine the warm spaghetti, or the crisping of their pizzas a billionaire would eat. I imagine myself eating those right now, my tastebuds exploding with happiness. That is heaven compared to the stale rice we had today night. The happiness gushes out of my head as I get pulled back into reality. The sleepover is not as good as I thought it would be. My friend is already snoring, fast asleep, while I am still sitting in my sleeping bag, miles away from finally resting. The thoughts escape my head, and the next second, I am nearly sleeping. Sadly, a dog’s howl outside yanks me awake. I barely sleep except for the last few hours towards the end, when the sun poked its head out. The moment I heard the engine of my parents’ car outside, ready to pick me up, I practically jump up, grab my stuff, and run out the door.
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3-AryanR
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Scholarship Writing Wk 3
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3-Melody
Sparking a Friendship
Riley gently unfolded the crusty paper, ignoring the musty smell. A candle nearby flickered invitingly, and soon she was curled up in a secluded corner of her parents’ attic. She flicked open her phone to text her friend a thank-you for dropping her here, then put it away.
Her eyes softened when she read the scrawly handwriting, 25-years-old.
Dear Diary,
I am going to my first sleepover! With Molly. I waited sooo long because Molly’s mum always plans years in advance. Let me tell you what happened!
So, I was the new kid, and Molly came up to me, and invited me to a sleepover! But I had to wait for TWO WHOLE WEEKS! Now the day is here. I’m going in an hour. Mum keeps telling me to ‘be polite’.
Now I have to decide whether to leave you here, or keep you with me. There was really no decision at all; you’re coming with me!
UPDATE: We’re at Molly’s house! While Molly’s in the bathroom, I’m updating. When I said to Molly’s mum, “Hello Mrs. Shwanger, I’m Riley. Thank you for having me!” like Mum told me to. But she just said, “Call me Penny.”
We’ve chosen our FAVOURITE movie to watch! And we’re going to toast marshmallows over the stove, and make s’mores.
Molly is filled with good ideas. She said we could melt the chocolate in the fridge, get strawberries, dip them in the chocolate, and have it with ICE CREAM! And I brought popcorn, but Molly says the salt makes her lips swell, so she made nachos for us.
UPDATE: We’ve finished the movie, and we’ve still got an hour. We played Roblox together, and I brought my speaker and my new- SQUEEEEE!- phone to play music. It was so cool. Now we’re going to play some board and card games, and then stargaze, and then go to bed after reading and stories.
UPDATE: It’s bedtime! Usually I don’t like going to bed, but the day was tiring. And I played my favourite podcast to get over my homesickness. And I cuddled Monica, my axolotl. I’m half-asleep already. Molly insisted on sleeping beside me, so we’re both on the floor, because Molly only has a single bed.
But that’s alright. I have a feeling that this could spark something beautiful.
Riley out!
Riley, the 35-year-old Riley, found tears in her eyes, but they were tears of happiness. Her mother called, “Careful with the candles, a spark could start a flame!”
A spark. A spark of friendship.
Riley’s phone buzzed. Her best friend was calling to ask whether she needed a ride back. With blurry eyes, she looked at the profile picture.
Molly Shwanger.
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3-Anurekha
scholarship writing
week 2 scholarship writing
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week 2 scholarship writing
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3-Tracy-lau
I took a step towards the door, gripping my mum’s hand tightly. I bit my nails releasing what I had agreed to do. I stepped inside the gigantic room. The ceilings were the perfect height for a standard sized netball ring to fit inside and you could still shoot. Brooklyn, my best friend suddenly came rushing towards me. I could see how excited she was to have me over for three nights straight. My mum and I walked following Brooklyn and her mum to their kitchen. My mum would be staying for a little bit but then she would leave after an hour or so.
Up in Brooklyn’s room we both ran around and played with dolls. Finally it was time for mum to leave. I could feel a knot in my stomach. I started to bite on my soft toy that I had brought with me. My mum said bye. I wouldn’t be seeing her for the next few days. I thought
“It’s now or never, should I leave with mum or should I stay.”. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to stay. I ran after mum and into the car. Mum said
“Sophie, Brooklyn is expecting you to stay at her house for a sleep over. You have made the commitment and told her that you would stay.”. “You are a resilient girl, I know you can do this.”. I knew mum was right. Brooklyn had been expecting me to come all week and when I got back to school from the holidays I would be able to tell my teacher about the sleep over. I thought about it. Maybe I just needed to give a sleepover a chance.
My mum and I walked back up the stone path towards Brooklyn’s house. Mum apologised for the inconvenience and then I walked up the spiral staircase to Brooklyn’s room. I apologised to her for running out of the house. My mum left without anything happening this time. Brooklyn and I went to the mini golf park and then to the arcade. Sleepovers were funner than I expected. Brooklyn and I were sleeping together in her room. Tired from the long day, I dozed off quickly.
Later that night I heard a noise. I saw that Brooklyn wasn’t next to me. I got scared and went to knock on the door of her parents room. Brooklyn’s mum answered the door. She gestured for me to come in and I told her that Brooklyn wasn’t next to me in her bed. She told me she had heard beeping sounds too so she thought that maybe Brooklyn was up. We both ran around checking all the rooms and we found Brooklyn in the kitchen munching on some snowflake ice lollies. Brooklyn looked at us wide-eyed and too surprised to say anything. Finally Brooklyn’s mum broke the silence, scolding Brooklyn. She also told Brooklyn to apologise to everyone for waking them up. She said
“Sorry everyone, I promise I won’t do it again.”.
“That’s OK Brooklyn.” I replied. The next morning when we were eating breakfast my mum came to check on me. I told her I would stay for the rest of the sleepover. In the end I learnt that it is always better to give things a try.
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3-Stefanie
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Felix SUN Week 3 Schoarship Writing
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3-zhuyingdorahotmail-com
This is my Week 3 Writing Homework.
Week 3 Writing
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3-Ce
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First Sleepover
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3-Chuhan Li
Finished.
Scholarly worsting week 3 term 3 year 5
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3-Zac Cui
Christine slid her shaky fingers across the letters on the invitation that seemed like it was going to fly. She stared down blankly, pointing her head where all her wrinkled up clothes were stuffed carelessly in her bag. Christine slouched her spine as she walked down the never ending hallway. Every step she took, her legs wanted to magnify backwards. She placed her sweaty hand on the door knob, hearing its evil heart beat. “Stay safe! I’ll miss you!” Mum jumped on the floorboards, avoiding the dark melancholy that filled up the room.
She waited for Christine to answer but there was only an eerie silence trapped in the house. Christine glared at her car as she squeezed in the crowded leather seat surrounding her bags. She counted all the blurry cars that drove past on the narrow road. Seen in a distance was a tall building racing higher than the clouds that had the number ‘28 Empire Drive’ Christing dug into her overloaded bag, finding for her invitation from Selina. “Found it!” She whispered under her breath, “28 Emp-” She paused for a moment like a statue. Each time the car traced closer to the house, Christine’s fingers danced on the leather seat creating a rhythm.
“We’re here.” Dad opened the car door for me as if I was about to be put on a gold throne. At the front door was Selina smiling on top of her well manicured grass, unable to keep still. Thoughts swirled in Christine’s mind, asking questions if she should go back home. Selina dragged Christine inside her house, showing off her expensive furniture. “Do you want to watch a movie while we eat dinner on the ‘high quality’ sofa?” She said so quickly that it sounded like jumbled words. Christine nodded while trying to smile but she couldn’t resist shaking a little.
She dawdled to the sofa while Selina zoomed, going faster than the speed of light. Their saliva dripped down from their mouth when dinner was ready. “Spaghetti bolonez, my number one favourite!” Christine thought as she took one big scoop and layered it on her mouth messily.
Shown on the clock was that only an hour passed. “I think (yawn) we should go to bed.” She managed to say in only one breath. They ran to their sleeping bags as their eyes were about to shut. “Good night” Selina spoke with a soft tone but as she turned to her side, Christine already sunk into dream world. An owl hooted while insects scurried in the background. The girls didn’t mind, they were snoring tumultuously that the parents were tossing and turning on their beds all night.
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3-Lihini
My hand trembled with a mixed feeling of excitement and nervousness as I reached for the golden invitation that lay motionless on the dead countertop. The silver lining caught sunlight in its lacing, beams spreading through the parchment paper.
‘Dear Lilith,’ I read aloud. ‘Would you like to come to my slumber party? We would love to have you there! Address : 30 Main Street Road, 6210.’ That note from my best-friend was the first sleepover I had ever been invited to. My heart pounded loudly in my chest – any moment now it would leap out, I was sure of it. My sport bag; filled with my linen pajamas, toiletries, and secretly, my teddy bear, had been laying there, packed from several nights before. I had a million thoughts doubts in my head. What if I spilt something? What if I got home sick? What if everyone laughs at my soft toy? What if…?
On the day of the slumber party, I nervously tapped my fingers on my jeans in a repetitive pattern. My creaky bed light reflected me, flickering on and off, the light casting a shadow on my face.
‘It’s time, sweetcakes,’ my mother said abruptly. My cheeks flushed a bright shade of red.
‘Mum! Don’t call me that!’ I protested, quickly grabbing my duffel bag, and following my mother to her Tesla.
She chuckled, and muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like; ‘children these days’, and we drove to my best-friend, Alessia,’s house. On the car ride there, I could vividly hear a ringing noise in my ear. The intrusive thoughts returned. What if I get nightmares? What if I can’t sleep? What if…?
When we reached Alessia’s house, I didn’t even notice my sweaty palms and the knot in my stomach.
‘Lily!’ I heard a familiar voice squeal excitedly. ‘You came!’ I suddenly felt warm arms wrap around me. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just awkwardly patted her back. When she pulled away, I could even see her beauty spot under her eye. This close proximity – I was not very used to with my friends. She pulled me inside her house before I could stop her. It was cozy in a way – but quite simple. There was a crackling fireplace. A coffee table. A warm smell of cookies. They were all the basic things in a household – but that was enough to remind me of my own house. The knot in my stomach tightened – ah, yes, the dreaded feeling of homesickness. This was going to be a long, long night.
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3-Jo Gao
My hand trembled with a mixed feeling of excitement and nervousness as I reached for the golden invitation that lay motionless on the dead countertop. The silver lining caught sunlight in its lacing, beams spreading through the parchment paper.
‘Dear Lilith,’ I read aloud. ‘Would you like to come to my slumber party? We would love to have you there! Address : 30 Main Street Road, 6210.’ That note from my best-friend was the first sleepover I had ever been invited to. My heart pounded loudly in my chest – any moment now it would leap out, I was sure of it. My sport bag; filled with my linen pajamas, toiletries, and secretly, my teddy bear, had been laying there, packed from several nights before. I had a million thoughts doubts in my head. What if I spilt something? What if I got home sick? What if everyone laughs at my soft toy? What if…?
On the day of the slumber party, I nervously tapped my fingers on my jeans in a repetitive pattern. My creaky bed light reflected me, flickering on and off, the light cas
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“Well, I guess this thing isn’t going to stay here any longer,” Mia said with a sigh. “Looks like it has outstayed its welcome.”
She traced the edge of the decorated square. The words beamed, but not as bright as when she had received it. When she ‘actually’ thought she would go.
“Oh hon. Just go! It’ll be a dream, a paradise where you can build pillow forts and tell scary stories,” she said with a dreamy face. “You know, back in the olden days, we had ‘Studyovers’ instead? It as a nightmare because my friend’s mum had the cane! She was my least favourite teacher!”
She stopped knowing that she had left Mia terrified. Walking over with an apologetic face, she squatted near the shivering figure and put a comforting hand on Mia’s shoulder.
“Life won’t always go your way. Best to just enjoy the feeling of this special privilege.”
Mia paused. It was true that it was a chance to enjoy a one-time-in-life experience, but there were many consequences.
“What if I get squashed by my friend at night?” she asked with a trembling voice.
“I’ll inflate you like a balloon!” her mum said enthusiastically.
“Oversleep?”
“Send an orchestra to wake you up!”
“Forget the time and do everything wrong and late and then die slowly and the whole world explodes?”
“Time Machine!!! I have one in the basement you know?” her mum said with a wink.
Mia chose to go, even if it was annoying, she had to agree that her mum was right.
As she grabbed the bag with a sweaty palm, Mia sighed again, knowing that she would mess up the fun.
Arriving at Connie doorstep was the scariest memory of her life, and ringing the doorbell was out of words.
“Is this the ‘special privilege I get’? I would rather stay at home.”
Mia’s thoughts were clouded with anxiety once she heard the first sound of a footstep.
As the doorknob turned and the door sung open, it revealed two smiling people.
Connie and her mum, both beaming like a flower.
“Hi Mia!” Connie said with a squeal.
“This sleepover is not going to be fun, but extraordinary. Get excited!”
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3-Tina Y
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Jenna’s backpack thumped against her side as she walked up the unfamiliar driveway. Inside, her pajamas were rolled tight beside her toothbrush and the comic book she’d read six times already—just in case there was a quiet moment. She glanced back at her mom’s car, still idling by the curb. The windows were up, but she could still picture her mom mouthing, “You’ve got this.”
The front door creaked open before she could knock. Mia grinned from the hallway, her socks mismatched, hair already in a high ponytail like they were halfway to bedtime. Behind her, the living room glowed warm with string lights and the scent of popcorn. Jenna stepped in, her shoes squeaking on the tile, and tried not to notice how big the house felt compared to hers.
“You brought it!” Mia squealed, grabbing the comic and holding it like treasure. “We can read it after the movie.”
They raced upstairs, giggling too loud, the house echoing their voices. Pillows were piled high in the corner, and sleeping bags stretched across the carpet like islands. Jenna knelt to smooth hers, fingers tracing the zipper a few times. Everything looked perfect. Still, her eyes wandered—to the hallway, the unfamiliar light switches, the closed doors.
Dinner was spaghetti. Mia’s dad told terrible jokes, and her mom handed out second helpings before anyone asked. Jenna smiled through it all, even when she couldn’t quite finish her plate. She tried to memorize where the bathroom was.
Later, as they lay side by side in the dark, the room buzzing with the leftovers of laughter, Jenna clutched her flashlight like a lifeline. Shadows moved differently here. The ceiling fan spun too fast. A dog barked outside, and someone—maybe Mia—let out a sleepy sigh.
Jenna turned toward the wall and counted the glow-in-the-dark stars taped above her head. She’d imagined this night so many times: snacks, secrets, maybe even whispered songs before sleep. And all of it was real—almost.
She reached into her sleeping bag pocket and pulled out the folded note her mom had tucked in. Just a heart, drawn in blue pen. No words. She pressed it to her chest, took a breath, and let the sounds of a not-quite-home house settle around her.
Somewhere between the creak of pipes and the rhythm of Mia’s breathing, her eyes finally began to close.