24 05 2011

Our first competition!

I invited the class to have a go at continuing the opening to a story in around 200-300 words. Hari and Lauren were the only ones to enter, but their stories were both superb, so I awarded both a prize. Instead of the original single prize of a £10 book token, I gave them both the chance to choose a brand new book each from a large selection of brilliant new reads.

The two winning stories should appear here very soon.


Hari’s prize-winning story

7 07 2011

An Unlikely Burial

Mesmerised, they stared at the waves.

Ragged, white curls of water threw themselves onto the beach. Then, in desperate attempts to avoid being hauled back into the ocean, they flung claws of hissing foam up the shingle. Each new wave managed to reach just a little further than its predecessor before it was sucked back into the churning mess behind.

“I don’t think we have very long left,” announced someone.

“A couple of minutes,” agreed another, not taking her eyes off the waves. Both still mesmerised by the curling waves, they were trying to not look down at the red patterned rug that lay on the damp sand.

“Is it deep enough? W…W…Will they find they body?” said one voice becoming slightly more nervous and turning to face towards the top of the beach. This now revealed a black 4X4 and in front of it a hole in the wet sand, with the bottom of the hole not in view. The 4X4 had its boot open and running alongside the hole was a disturbance in the sand, a disturbance the width of the rolled up rug that now lay in between the pair. The women also turned and stared down at what looked like an endless pit into eternity.

“Now, what we don’t want to do is panic; we’ve both got this far, it’s just the final step,” replied the woman also becoming slightly nervous. The sea breeze was blowing her hair into what looked like a spiralling hurricane, its next move unpredictable.

“Why did you do it Mother? Why did you have to kill him?” questioned the male of the pair, now bending down to pull the patterned rug tighter. “Won’t they notice that someone’s been digging here?”

“No they won’t. This is why we have dug the hole here: by the time the police get here the tide would have come in and washed away the digging and tyre marks,” answered the woman, slowly regaining her confidence.  She took a step forward gingerly as if trying to investigate the hole without alerting her accomplice.

Their plan was starting to take place as the breaking waves were only a few metres away from them now. The woman turned her head to face the shore trying to hide the fact that her nervousness was slowly creeping back.

“Must I do this Mother?” asked the man, sounding reluctant to complete the task that he knew he was faced with.

“Ohh, come on, they’ll be here soon, just do it,” said the woman, her anger and irritation that what she thought was an easy task had not been completed became more and more apparent as she spoke. A huge sigh came from the male as he started to bend down again and put his hands on the red rug. He pulled the rolled up rug back along the line it had come along, the sand, now damper then before, made the already strenuous process of pulling the weighed down rug into the hole even harder to complete. Eventually he reached the hole, behind him lay a trial of footprints in the damp and murky sand, these were the only evidence to show that moving the object had been a difficult task to fulfil.

By now the woman had strolled past the struggling man, only looking down on him and sighing in frustration as he struggled on the unstable surface. She went and sat in the driver seat of the 4X4 and watched as the man tipped the rolled up rug into the hole, the bottom of it now visible from the perch of the driver’s seat. She watched as he used the back of a shovel to push the old contents of the hole back into its original resting place, flattening it as he went.

Standing up in triumph, the man sighed. As he looked over at the woman in the driver’s seat, he started to pace towards the open boot. Looking into the rear view mirror, the woman saw the man throw the shovel into the boot and slam it shut with what seemed to be a little power withheld as the reality of what had happened slowly closed in on him. He climbed into the passenger seat avoiding any eye contacting with his mother and again became mesmerised by the curling and clawing waves. These waves were now touching the edge of filled in hole and the atmosphere suddenly lifted a little inside of the car as the feeling of light relief occurred. The woman, keeping to her plan, drove in a straight line towards the slipway at the far end of the beach, ensuring that she didn’t stray onto the sand that she knew would not be covered by the ever advancing curling waves. As the black 4X4 disappeared at the top of the beach, the last bit of evidence of the pair’s presence there was washed away into the clawing water.

Natioal Street Dance Competition

27 06 2011

by Rhian and Steph


We couldn’t wait to go on as we stood with our team at the side of the stage. We were so nervous and anxious that our hearts pounded rapidly. Now we were called out and we steadily positioned ourselves in our first Weormation. We stared out into the crowd and there we saw our mums and dad ssmiling back at us cheering us on. This was enough to boost our confidence.

The music started. We counted slowly…1…2…3…4. Now we  sharply looked up and, smiling at our parents still cheering uson, we danced my heart sout and showed the competition where they could go.

The judges stared in amazement and grinned as they sang and danced along with us. Finally the dance ended and as we waited for the applause we were shocked at the massive impact that occurred next. We were expecting a round of applause but we got much more than that. We were given a standing ovation and every head in the room wore a beaming smile – all apart from the opposition who seemed worried or gave us a calm “congratulations” as we excitedly walked off the stage.

Then we sat anxiously waiting for the final results. It started in 5th then 4th then 3rd and our name still wasn’t heard. Terror struck and we feared we hadn’t made the top 5. We sunk back in our seats, disappointment written on our faces. Next was 2nd place. We gazed around the room, staring hard at the other teams and slowly waited for the result. “In second place and going through to the national finals are…” We couldn’t compete with the other teams as we thought of how good their dance was compared.

The tension seemed to last forever until finally it was announced that 2nd place had gone to…US! The shock was such amazement that, without thinking, we raced on stage and medals were flung at us wildly. The cameras flashed uncontrollably in every direction. The 2nd place trophy was outstanding and shining gold and a small engravement was placed on a small plaque at the bottom – 2nd place in UDO 2011. The thrill of taking home the trophy was extraordinary.

So when the nationals come around – we’ll see who comes 1st then…

Who wrote all the pi?

27 06 2011

by Mr. Jones

Pi poems use the mathematical concept of pi (3.14159) as their structure, with each line being made up of a specific number of words following the sequence of numbers in pi.  For example, the first line must have 3 words, the second has 1, the third 4, etc, until the last line which has 9.

No reason. The poems don’t have to have anything to do with Maths at all. It just seems to produce some intersting poetry, which makes the writer think particularly about how the structure of the poem could be used to add extra meaning beyond just the words used.

Easy as pi.

We went into the Dell (the woodland area behind our school) and used it as inspiration for some pi poems. Here’s one of mine to start off with. There should be more from 8A1 to follow…


Corrugated metal hands
The stream into shape.
Victory for this man-made control.
But slowly, gradually, unhurriedly, inevitably, the water will win.

Joy-ful Music

20 06 2011

by Joy

So you think cornets aren’t cool? It’s a lot harder then you think to play one. Read this and find out!

Cornets are sooo cool. Read this now and see an amazing story.

I started my cornet in Year 3, getting an award a year later for the best improvement. By year 5 I was in 2 bands, (Flintshire Beginners and the school band). I then took my second and third exam, scoring merit on both, which is a fairly good pass. In year 6, I joined the Intermediate Flintshire Band doing concerts nearly every week.

Some time into Year 6 I joined the Northop Training Band but on the drums, (which I was also learning at the time). In Year 7 I took grade 4 and 5 theory exams getting passes in both and then I joined the Flintshire Senior Band. The band went to Prague and then France and then Italy, but the most important one was when we went to Scotland and I’ve had to do solos.

This year I won a competition in Llandudno in the Northop Training Band with the best soloist, percussion, and our band won.

Room 666 Part 1

19 06 2011

by Joy and Gemma

Silence. I had been waiting now for two silent minutes. It was my new room. I hated it. Webs clung from the damp window sills and the water from the slushy rain was dripping through the gaps in the ceiling. I tried again just to make sure. ‘Anyone….anyone here?’

I didn’t know what to expect at that time, but what came next I will never forget…

White shadows filled the room with dim light and voices filled the room with unheard fear. I jumped out of bed, trying to reach the small rotten door, but the shadows pushed me back, throwing me on the hard floor. My sore head was swirling with wild ideas on how to escape the deadly room. I knew there was only one thing I could do then….. the window. Though there was a 20 floor drop, I had to; I had no choice. It was like they were pushing me nearer and nearer. I jumped. Silence. The last thought I remember thinking was, ‘Will I escape at all…..or even will I escape alive?’

End of part 1

Plane Brilliant!

19 06 2011

by Leoni Gray

Saturday, 28th May 2011 was, in my opinion, a really anxious day yet one filled with excitement. CDT Reynolds and I started with an early morning. We had to be at the gates by 7:30am!

We travelled to Cosford RAF Station where we were going to fly the Grob Tutor T115 Military Trainer Aircraft. It took us roughly two hours to travel there.

When we arrived in Cosford, we were shown to our waiting room where they explained the dangers and things we needed to be aware about. I’d already flow before, so it was nothing new to me. After the presentation we immediately started sending groups of four out to start flying. CDT Reynolds and I were in the last group, so we got the opportunity to visit the RAF Museum that was next door. This was open to the public so we had to be on our best behaviour.

The Museum had four buildings all containing interesting yet different information, games, presentations and planes. The members of staff were lovely and friendly; they kindly explained things to us and gave us information. Afterwards, we went to the café and ordered some lunch. I ordered sausage and mash! I regretted it so much though; I felt anxious all day and with my belly full, so it only made it worse.

After that, we were called back to the waiting room to prepare to go flying; that’s when my excitement increased and my nerves kicked in even more.

We were told to take our hair out of our tight bun and take our hair nets out. We placed it into a loose and low ponytail, to keep it out of the way yet keep it comfortable. We then had to wear green overalls over our uniform, and put more comfortable footwear on. We then put a big helmet on, making it fitting and comfy for us. The helmet had a microphone on so we could communicate with the pilot. Then we had to wear a parachute. This was really heavy and all the layers were making me really warm!

We then had to sit and wait. The butterflies in my stomach swirled, making me worry and feel anxious. The previous groups’ aircrafts had landed. The security told me to follow them. I got to my feet. I was now even more afraid and apprehensive, yet still motivated with excitement.

I climbed into the aircraft, without any trouble and sat comfortable in my seat. My pilot was really nice and friendly, asking some questions out of interest and re-assuring me about the situation. He checked the safety precautions, while explaining what he was doing. He then taught me how to set off, I did as I was told and we ended up in the air! I was amazed! I was in the air! And I was the one who had controlled the aircraft to do that. When we were up in the air, we were peacefully and smoothly gliding through the air. We did a few rotations and turns, which were not bad. I was really relaxed through the process. The G-force wasn’t that bad either.

The pilot then asked me if I wanted to do acrobatics. My heart was racing, but before I could stop myself the word ‘yes’ came out of my mouth! He explained what acrobatics we could do. We started off going 90 degrees vertically upwards straight to the sky then fell to the side slowly and smoothly. The G-force did hurt my ears and began to get worse and worse the higher we got in the air, but it was ok; I could handle it.

The pilot asked if I wanted to do a backwards loop; I thought that the G-force wasn’t too bad the first time, and thought that I could handle these acrobatics. The pilot asked if I wanted to control this backwards loop. I answered yes because it seemed such a good opportunity. He explained and told me how to perform the manouevre. I slowly tilted my joystick towards me; it was really sensitive and followed out what ever direction I put into. Then we were upside down and I thought my head was going to explode! The G-force pressed violently towards my ear with the pain growing. We were finally the right way up; still the G-force was pounding in my ears.

We finished with a few turns and the pilot telling me where about we were heading to and travellin over. He re-explained the controls at the front of the aircraft, and then headed back to Cosford.

I landed the plane, with permission from the pilot. I said thank-you and went back in the waiting room. It had been such a successful, fun and exciting day, yet on the way home from I had a really bad migraine due to the G-force. When I got in I was so tired and felt ill, so I went straight to bed.

When I am older I want to join the RAF and be a pilot. I really hope that I get used to the G-force or it might affect what I’d like to do in the future, but we never know, I might change my mind.

Has Wimble”done” for Andy Murray?

19 06 2011

by Tom and Hari

After beating Jo Wilfred Tsonga to the ATP Queens Tennis Trophy, Andy Murray looks in good shape for the Wimbledon. And what a good time to be in good shape as it is Wimbledon’s 125th Anniversary this year.

Every year, we Brits pray that a fellow countryman can pick up the famous trophy. But every year they seem to disappoint our hopes. And every year we still ask the question “Will it be this year?”

Murray came close last year to making his first Wimbledon final, but he was beaten by Andy Roddick who went on to be beaten by Rafael Nadal in the final. This is ironic as Murray beat Roddick during Queens in straight sets. Is he on for a top finish this year?

Winning at Queens for the 2nd time in three years, Murray looks good on home turf. But every year, he still seems to disappoint. Is it the amount of pressure we put on Brits to win on home turf? Top tennis players like Nadal are not pressured on home turf; they are welcomed and cheered on to do their best. Are we the reason that Murray has never claimed a grand slam title?

We hope it’ll be different this year; Murray looks in the best form of his career. Murray is seeded 4th for Wimbledon; therefore there, in theory, are only three players that can beat him: Nadal, Djokovic and Federer. Are these the only obstacles to himwinning the Wimbledon title? Or is he his own biggest obstacle?