Playing football

Yesterday Giselle, Deijahn and I played football at the school playground. First Giselle ran fast. She kicked the ball to Deijahn and Deijahn ran fast. She then kicked the ball to me. I ran fast and the ball went flying into the goal. 
By Brielle

The clown story

I knew I couldn’t trust that statue at the end of the hallway. It was on my nerves every minute of the day. It’s two eyes were following my every move and in the corner of my eye, I’m sure it moved once. The words ‘Watch out, I’m coming’ were stuck in my head. I heard someone or something whispering them while I lay awake at night. And now look what happened, I should of got rid of it a long time ago.

“Maisy, help me”, shouted my mum, I had to always help her with the washing, dishes and keeping the house tidy. Why couldn’t my big brother help me, he was always sitting on that touch screen device. Dad was 0n a tour around the world for his job. He left a week ago and that’s when the clown had arrived in the mail. I think dad ordered it but I hated it, it gave me the creeps and sent a shiver down my spine. Mum was having a baby so me and my weird brother had to be very helpful around the house. I done most of the chores. But that one week when I was cleaning the room at the end of the hall, I  noticed the clown.

“Maisy”, I heard my name being whispered. I thought it was just my brother trying to scare me, he knew I didn’t like the clown.But he was in his room which was on the other side of the lounge, not in the hallway. I walked out of the room and saw that the clown had disappeared. Then I walked into the lounge and found that my mum had gone. “Mum”, I called out, “Max”, even my brother wasn’t answering. Maybe he was just ignoring me or he didn’t hear me, ‘yeah right’. \ checked his room and, strangely, he wasn’t there. “Hello”, I was now feeling scared. And in the corner of my eye, there it was, the clown statue.  Everything went black.