Matt Chanwai 8CH @ Southwell

Two broad, tall, lean men walked onto the Bath Arena with swords and shields in their hands. Two brave, courageous, daring fighters ready to duel. One of those soldiers wore orange, and bright armour. The other soldier wore all black armour with a cold, hard stare driving into his opponent. They walked to the middle and a gong ringed. The black soldier flashed his sword at the bright soldier and the bright soldier danced around the sword effortlessly. The bright soldier than struck his sword at the black soldier who clumsily fell over and landed on his back. The bright soldier than planted his sword on his opponent's chest. The crowd held their breath.

It was a dull, boring, uneventful Sunday and Jonathan was bored. It had been raining all morning and there was nothing to do. “Jonathan, since you’re bored, go take out the trash for the pickup truck!” shouted Jonathan’s mum. “But it’s raining!” Jonathan whimpered. “I don’t care.” she replied. With a sigh, Jonathan reluctantly went outside and put the rubbish out next to the letter post. Jonathan noticed something on the letter post. It was a big, red button. Jonathan wondered, should I press it? Curiosity got the better of Jonathan. He pressed it. At first, nothing happened, but then Jonathan went 10 times smaller. Everything surrounding him looked 10 times bigger. Jonathan was in trouble.

Nathan felt a cold, hard barrel touch his head from behind. “Now I’ve got you and there’s no way you can escape.” the mysterious voice said. Nathan slowly and carefully turned around. Nathan had been sent on a mission by M68 to assassinate someone. He also had his colleague Tim to help him, but had mysteriously disappeared when the stranger turned up. Suddenly Nathan grabbed the barrel of the gun, twisted it so hard that it bent and then sent a flying punch into the strangers stomach. The stranger though was faster and brought another gun from out behind. “Nice try.” said the stranger and he pointed the gun at his head. Nathan waited for the shot to kill him. It was over. BANG! But the bang wasn’t from the gun pointed at him. The stranger slumped and fell head first into the ground. Behind him, was standing Tim.

Samantha cowered in the dark, enclosed corner unwillingly facing her fear. Bullies. “What are you going to do Samatha? Call for your mommy.” her bullies teased. “I don’t want to do this the hard way.” Samantha replied trying to sound bold. “Pfff whatever.” replied the bully rudely. Suddenly Samantha leapt from her corner, swung a high roundhouse kick with no time for her nemesis to react and connected with her bullies jaw. Another bully swung their fist at her and she leapt back just in time and swung a uppercut into the other bullies mandible and the bully went out cold. However, she couldn’t believe what she had done, and was so shocked she ran past the bullies with open mouths gaping at her.

It was a beautiful sunny day and Harry and his friend, Bob decided to go to their hut in the nearby forest. They wanted to go for a explore around the forest, so they set off and came upon a bridge with daffodils. The daffodils were huge, big, pink, fluffy daffodils. Harry and Bob were very interested in these daffodils, but didn’t want to touch them in case they got hurt. But they decided to go back to the hut and get gloves and scissors to cut them. After they got the gloves they noticed that the daffodils had gone. Someone else was in the forest.

“What’s this?” I asked to my friend. “It looks like some green, spiky, plant.” he replied. It was a Monday and Cameron and Justin had decided to skip school and explore a lost park. They were running around and found a bush. It had some unknown, ball shaped like plant poking out of it. “Should we touch it?” Cameron asked. “I’m not, but you can go ahead.” Justin replied. “Here goes nothing.” said Cameron as he reached forward to touch it. He touched the plant but nothing happened. “Oh, nothing happens.” said Cameron Suddenly Cameron went into a seizure. He shook and vibrated non stop until he passed out. Justin froze in shock.

“Oh no, we have PE now.” I said to my friend. “This is going to be a nightmare.” he replied. PE was always a nightmare with Mr. Johnstone. He always was so mean to the students. “Alright kids, don’t just stand there, 20 laps now!” Mr Johnstone bellowed. It took them 30 minutes before they finished half of the laps and Mr Johnstone called them over. All of them were huffing and puffing in exhaustion. “Johnny, could you please go have a break. You’ve worked hard.” Mr Johnstone said. I thought that’s really strange. All of the class looked at him like he was a mad man. I was about to ask him to repeat what he said, but he interrupted. “Well, don’t just stand there.” he said. I went over and sat down. “What do you think you are doing, sitting there?” Mr Johnstone said in rage. “But I didn’t understand the instructions.” I pleaded. “Enough.” he replied “200 laps, and don’t stop until you’ve finished.” I must of been daydreaming.