The book currently being read in the GC Book Club is Journey to the River Sea. If you want to read the book and participate in the online debate there are limited numbers of the books available to borrow from Miss Jardine.
Creative writing competition
Thank you to all those who took part in the creative writing competition this year; we have submitted some excellent pieces of writing, look out for the announcement of the winners on April 13th. We have included a few extracts from some of the entrants which you can read below.
Everything I need
A rocking horse, which had an amputated leg, hid in the dark shadows, as if in shame. I crept towards him my heels touching my toes, not wanting to make any noise. He stared at me sorrowfully, his round glass eyes boring a hole through me. His tangled, brown mane had tufts of hair falling out creating a circle around him. His body was covered in black spots which vaguely smelt of tobacco. The rocking horse was abandoned because it was ruined. I started to see things differently then. I hopped onto his back. I imagined him as a racing horse and together, we galloped into a faraway fantasy land, where I was the queen and he was my best friend. I didn’t mind a single bit if he was old or tattered. To me, the rocking horse was everything I ever needed.
Gyu Ri Kim, Year 6
Peter Jackson sat in a relaxed 90’s Café, staring emptily at an invisible point on the horizon. It wasn’t very big but the decorations were amazing: beautifully painted sunflowers and trees, but the main reason Peter had travelled so far to get to this particular Café was that beautiful painting of a deer that seemed to suck him into the Café like a moth to a flame. In fact, the deer was so beautiful that Peter could imagine seeing it huff and puff after an early morning run. For Peter the deer was everything. He couldn’t bear to even think about losing it.
Mor Arbiv, Year 6
The Hungarian Parliament
As I slowly stepped out of our white car, I was fascinated by the look of the Hungarian Parliament. It had beautiful towers, which tried to reach the sky. Under them, it had thousands of appealing columns, which reminded me of running my hand through a rough, cold rock. Appearing in the middle of the Parliament was a colossal dome. The vibrations of the cars ran through my body, as the deafening sound blocked my ears. I have never seen this gigantic a building in my whole life!
Hanna Harmati, Year 6
Four somberly dressed pall bearers came to lift the coffin from its case. With a sinking feeling in their hearts, the friends and relatives followed them. The crowd walked with their heads down thinking about all the memories each of them had of him. They stopped at a freshly dug hole. Ropes were tied around the coffin; slowly the men lowered it into the tidy, underground room.
The next day was a Friday. It was like every other Friday in school, but this one was the day of the funeral. Alli had dreaded the moment for weeks. Knowing that he was sick, but not knowing when it would come. Allison remembered what torture it was for her to stand in the hallways which smelled of disinfectant, not being allowed to see him. It was the only thing she wistfully hoped for: To see him once more.
Finally the coffin reached the ground down below. Not letting her eyes off of it, more tears came. The pall bearers shoveled dirt into the hole. Soon it was filled. Long after the coffin was covered, Allison still saw it. There, in front of her. She wanted to remember it because it was the last memory she had.
Alexandra Kristofovicova, Year 6