I am at the Royal Opera House in Cardiff. My wealthy cousin Victoria has brought me here to broaden my manners. The problem is, all it will do is broaden my imagination, which will cause me to daydream, which results in Victoria giving me a scolding for being ignorant. So it’s her fault I’m getting into trouble in the first place. I don’t tell her though, because it will get me into deeper trouble.
August 18th, 1996
As you can see, I’m not the best at paying attention. But what I saw that day has ruined my reputation of being ignorant. The woman who had just performed was walking off stage, red roses being thrown to her wake. A well organised choir entered through the stage left fire door, all dressed in white shirts, black trousers, and a purple bow-tie around each neck.
I couldn’t remember where I was for a couple of seconds, and when I came round they had started singing. I saw a boy. The rest of them were adults, yet there was a boy in the back row. Nobody had noticed him yet.
I went home soon after. I skimmed through my journal and endless encyclopaedias. Nothing. Next I went to the Opera House to see if they knew anything about it. They said to me that all the performers the night before were adults and that if I asked any more questions they would restrict me from ever coming again. I love opera, so I just walked away.
August 19th, 1996
I had all but given up hope. I had no more ideas. A piercing ring drilled into my ears. Doorbell. I opened the door and saw Victoria. I was about to close the door again when she put her high heeled foot in the door.
“The boy. I found the choir’s performing studio and there’s something you should know.”
She shouldn’t have been able to run in high heels but she did. We arrived at the studio and Victoria showed me inside. The boy was presented to me and I knew who he was immediately.
My long lost son.
This is one of my entries for the competition this term 🙂
This is my healthy eating blog.
Have you ever thought about what you’re eating for lunch ?
If you’re feeling hungry, it’s alright to go for 5 items in your lunch. However, try to have 3 or less if you are just having lunch.
Hungry person should have: Sandwich, crisps, fruit, yogurt, chocolate in their lunch.
Sandwiches; try to have salad of some sort and possibly brown bread. Cheese is also good for you, but try to avoid chocolate spread or jam sandwiches.
Sweet; try to add something fruity
Recently I found a new drink I believe lots of people will enjoy: soya milk. Soya milk has no dairy in it, so people who are lactose intolerant can enjoy milk in a different way. Also, at first it tastes like cream, then custard. Yum!
Soon, all year 7’s will be receiving a BBC microbit.
Look on the website for ideas…
Mine is to make a drawing board on the display screen.
What is yours?
Dad wolfed down the cereal bar then – like a greyhound – bolted down the path leading to his lab . I followed close behind , but I was sure I’d never be as fast as Dad .We ducked under low hanging willows and leaped over fallen branches , like we were about to die in the next thirty seconds . We finally reached … a dead end . Ooops . Dad had somehow swallowed his heart , yet mine was still in my mouth . He pressed a panel of the restricting fence , and the concrete suddenly swung downwards , somewhat like a trapdoor , leaving me gobsmacked and Dad with a smug smile on his face . ” OK , quickly jump down here and I’ll tell you what to do . ” So I leapt into this mysterious hole , wondering what I should do next . I was in the dark , mentally and literally . Then Dad flicked a switch , and I saw – um – well .
Hello Viewers ! You will be pleased to know that I am in the progress of writing my 500 words story and I can’t wait to show you . Hopefully I will get into the top 50 , but if not I’ll post it on a new blog . See you soon and keep reading !
From Emily 🙂
I ran back to the house , realising that if I was going to be caught up in a fight I would need to be prepared . I pulled on my Doc Martens , flinging my slippers on my bedroom floor . I grabbed some gloves and a cereal bar from the kitchen , then pushing past Megan I thought out what had happened at dinner . I saw two teenage boys with hoodies and BMX’s .Then I remembered something that made a cold shiver run all the way down my spine . There had been a young girl with them . She had pigtails , a ripped pink top , a too-big skirt and no shoes . Today it had been tipping it down , and she looked terrified . I looked back towards Megan to make sure she was still there . Thank goodness . Many puzzling questions were racing through my mind . Who was this girl ? How responsible were the boys for her ? Did the teenagers know that she could be ill ? Could Dad be with them somewhere ? I headed for the park , thinking that the teenagers might have been there . It took a while to walk , but I got there . I was shocked ! Dad had been strapped to one of the swings , duct tape round his mouth , hands and feet . I ran toward him , shouting his name over and over . He gave a puzzled glance towards me , then a wave of relief splashed over his expressions . I untied him , giving him the chance to have a breath of fresh air , then interrogating him with all my questions . ” Did you see that girl ?!” I yelled , trying to make myself heard over the forthcoming storm . ” YES ! I WAS SCARED OUT OF MY WITS WHEN I SAW HER , BUT I THINK WE SHOULD DEFINITELY HELP HER !”
Dad was soaked . I threw my coat over him , shielding him from the pounding rain . I handed him my cereal bar and he took it gladly .
“How was work today , Dad ?” said Megan . He didn’t answer . “Dad ?” she said again . I had a horrible feeling in my stomach . Something was wrong . Very wrong . At that moment there was a shout from outside . I didn’t catch the words , but I’d probably be glad I didn’t . All I know is that I heard Dad’s name at the end . We were having dinner . Dad jumped up from the table , spilling Bolognese all over his crisp white shirt . He was obviously very focused , otherwise he would have stripped off the shirt , wiped off the Bolognese and chucked it straight in the washing machine .
He ran to the front door , flinging it open . He then ran out to where he thought he had heard the shout . Megan and I started wiping up the Bolognese off the floor and table . “Meg , stay here and keep guard of the house . We don’t want anything being stolen do we ?” . She saluted me , and then went to put the saucy tissues in the bin . I ran out of the front door , scanning my surroundings for Dad . He wasn’t there . Nor anyone else . I looked back toward the house and Megan was standing in the open doorway , also searching the surrounding area for anyone dangerous .
My blog today is about BBC 500 Words !
So there are some amazing stories on BBC 500 Words , and I thought I’d blog about it .
I will be recommending my favourites , copying up the Gold, Silver, and Bronze winners and I am also going to enter this year and Part 2 will be about my experience .Enjoy !
My favourites out of the top 50 for 2015 ( 10-13 yrs ) are as follows …
Sleeping Beauty summary
So Beauty loved Facebook , and she was very popular , but a hacker – Malificent – saw her page and hacked her account . And that’s all I’m going to tell you … READ IT !
I like the fact that it is a modern twist on and old story …
The Forgotten Celery summary
Basically , the Forgotten Celery is the journey of a celery , until he’s eaten . There’s another story like this ; the Journey of a Sock .
I like the fact that it tells the story from a celery’s point of view …
And that’s my two favourites …
Gold winner …
I like the fact that it tells the future …
Silver winner …
I like the fact that it tells the story that pigeons are better than you would think.
Bronze winner …
I like the fact that it describes different memories in the water.
Thanks for reading and see you soon!
I’m in 7LG1 . Recently , we’ve been doing some amazing things in Science and Drama .
Science is really cool since we’ve been doing so many experiments . My favourite one happened today , and it looked really cool . So , what we did was we mixed blue food colouring , water (pure) , anti bubble mixture , and ethanol (essentially alcohol) . Then we heated it up to seventy-nine degrees Celsius and the ethanol started evaporating and condensing , so finally , it was pure ethanol .Then we set it on fire to check !
Hi guys, my name is Emily and I’m one of the new Y7 bloggers at St Laurence. I enjoy history and drama. I live in Wiltshire and I go to school at SLS . I recently turned 11, and I have a brother who turned 8 yesterday. Finally, I can’t believe I’m now an official blogger!!!