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   Her name is Sophie.  She is a girl who steals from people. At the age of ten she started stealing in primary school, from people, from friends, from shops. The gang she hung around it was a bad influence. After school they always ended up in a shopping centre and Sophie and her friend stole things.   They thought it was fine stealing because there was no other way of getting new clothes and things.
   Now she is twelve and has started secondary school. She made new friends, in a new gang. She told them what she used to do in primary school and her new mates want to try it out too.  They need new clothes and things themselves. So after school they went to a shopping centre in town, and they stole things, whatever they wanted or dared take.  They kept on stealing non-stop for a month, a whole month.  One day they went to a shop called New Look.  They stole some shoes – nice shoes.  Except they forgot to peel off the label from the back.  The sensor went off while they were trying to get out. It beeped.
   Sophie, knowing the game, ran.  She managed to get out but her friends didn’t.  They got into trouble with the police.  A whole lot of trouble.
   Next day when Sophie goes to school, her friends are hanging out with the bad people. Her friends were telling on her with the bad people, the bad gang. They tell them what Sophie has done, how she got them into trouble with the police and ran.
   At the end of the day Sophie goes to her locker.  It’s where she keeps all her stuff.  Her mobile phone.  Her ipod her father gave her. Her school books, her jewellery.  Everything she has, and none of it stolen from shops or other people. She’s proud of that even if she don’t admit it to anyone.
   She opens her locket but it is empty.  All her stuff is gone.  Stolen.  Her former friends hang around, pretending not to look, sniggering.
   She hears someone singing.  ‘What goes round comes around…’   

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As part of our writing project, students interviewed each other in an attempt to examine the starting point of their writing.  Here is what Purnika had to say about herself:

Name and age: 
Purnika, 15 years of age.

What school do you go to:
Holy Cross School

Do you like your school?
I like my school because you can make a lot of friends there and there are many activities.

Do you have brothers/sisters?
2 brothers and 1 sister.

Do you have any pets?
No.

Favourite subjects at school?
Geography and PE.

Favourite tv programmes?
The suit of life; Disney programmes

Favourite food:
Pizza, rice and curry, Chinese, chocolate, cake.

Fave music:
Rnb; Hip hop; pop

Hobby:
Playing tennis

Favourite colours:
purple, black, blue

Favourite movies:
Pirates of the Carribean; Harry Potter; Star Wars; High School Musical; Jump In; Spiderman.

Favourite actors:
Hayden Christiensen; Corbin Bleu; Orlando Bloom; Johnny Depp.

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Failure

  “Yeah, you’re a really good musician but to get into this area of the music business you need to develop your voice”.
  That’s all I ever seem to get from record companies. My music is good but my voice could crack glass, not in a good way though. I love music, it’s my life. But how do you get into the music biz if you can’t hold a simple note?
  I trudged home in the rain. Completely discouraged. All my life my dream was to be a mega star. Look at me now a famous reject. I turned the corner into my road and walked 50 yards up to my house. I wasn’t ready to face mum, she doesn’t believe in my dream. My dad died fighting for the same dream I have. Mum just thinks I’m setting myself up for failure. I can’t let my dad down. Mum just expects me to be a doctor like Delilah, my sister. Oh perfect Delilah, mummy’s little angel. Well I might as well go home gonna have to face the Brady bunch sooner or later.
  As I was putting my key in the lock the door swung open. I jumped back, nearly fainting.
  “Dee, Dee, Denise! My favourite cousin”, cried Marquis as he leapt forward to hug me.
  I was over the moon he’s the only person I can talk to who listens since dad died. Everyone else just shuts me out.
  We ordered Chinese and updated each other on our lives and what was going on. He then told me that when he arrived mum and Delilah were at home but went to Nana’s for the weekend. I was so relieved to be able to prolong the private time I had with Marquis. After staying up late watching black and white films we decided we would call it a day. We made our way to our separate rooms, and planned to eat breakfast at the local diner.
  “Morning stinky toes,” I greeted Marquis as he exited the bathroom.
  “Uh,” said Marquis acting hurt, “I forgot how long you could sleep the diners probably serving lunch now”.
   When I finished dressing up my nostrils were tingled by the smell of food. I walked into the front room greeted by the sight of Marquis lazing on the sofa flicking through the channels.
  “Oh, I thought I smelt lasagne,” I informed Marquis.
  “You did, it’s cooling off,” replied Marquis calmly.
  I walked into the kitchen, I could almost taste the lasagne on my lips it looked so tantalising.
  “I knew you would like that, I remembered it was your favourite food”, said Marquis quietly.
  I jumped as I hadn’t felt another presence in the room, he was such a calm quiet person which is what everyone loves about him.
  Over lunch I explained to Marquis how my dream as a mega star was dead and that maybe I should just become a doctor like Delilah.
  “Zip it,” interrupted Marquis, “That’s defeatist talk, you’re a fighter, you just need to learn how to sing. I help you find a coach.”
  “Thank you, you’re the only person who believes in me right now because I don’t believe in myself,” I replied truthfully.

False Hope

  We set out looking at the purple pages. We found a basic singing coach and this singing specialist. I was nervous I hadn’t been taught music by anyone but my dad and I don’t take criticism easily. Marquis saw the look on my face and told me to relax as I made the phone calls. I spoke to the coaches who both were women. Susan who was the basic music coach, told me to come in first thing tomorrow morning. Whereas Martha the specialist told me to come over straight away and we’d go from there, her voice was harsh I knew I’d need to brace myself.
  “Take off your sweater and we’ll do some warm ups,” said Martha instructed without looking at me. I could tell this was going to be a long session.
  After 3 hours of hell and total criticism, Martha told me to put my sweater on and we would discuss the session. I didn’t like the sound of her words.
  “Denise, you seem to be a very talented musician,” said Martha in her strong accent, “But I insist you stick to being a producer, honestly…I’ve heard a dying horse make better…shall we call it…sounds”.
  “Well, I’m great full for your honesty. Sorry for wasting your time,” I said as I walked out of her studio. In truth I was crushed but I still had the basic musician to help me out. Anyway opera isn’t my style and that’s what she specializes in.
  “How was it darling cousin mine,” enquired Marquis.
  “Just great,” I replied sarcastically.
  “Don’t give up it’ll there’s always tomorrow,” he replied optimistically.
  I went to bed early that night, I didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not even Marquis, which was unusual. He left me alone so I could be with my thoughts he knows not when to push me and let me be.
  I awoke this morning ready for a new day, a fresh start. I walked into the kitchen to pour myself some crunchy nut. As I turned to return the milk something caught the corner of my eye, it was a note.

To Dede,
Gone to Tre and Taylor’s house
just felt like being with the guys.
I hope you don’t mind. Good luck
with today and don’t wait up for me
Marquis

  How sweet of him to ensure I don’t worry about him. Well I guess I’d better go and get ready for Susan.
  An hour later I’m in a small room inside a community centre. Susan a smiley round woman is sitting at the piano doing scales with me. This feels worse than yesterday and Susan’s sweet. Going back to basics feels weird. I haven’t spent time on scales and breathing from my diaphragm.
  “Now sing louder,” Susan instructed.
  “lalalalalALALAALAA!” I bellowed.
  “Well done, let’s try saying me instead of la,” requested Susan. That’s how the lesson continued swapping la for me, me for la. Susan also taught me how to control the breathes I took and how to sing from my diaphragm. I also found there was a special way to stand when singing, crazy right.
  “Denise I really enjoyed this day. Go home practise then rest your voice. Come and visit me anytime you need some help,” offered Susan.
  “Thanks you’ve been a real help,” I replied as I hugged her and hurried home to inform Marquis.

Blessings in Disguise

  It was 9:47pm when I finally arrived home. Marquis was on the phone to his girlfriend, so I decide to practise before I showed off my new found singing skills. I sung a few of the latest chart toppers until I heard the phone click into place and Marquis walk over to the sofa.
  “mememememememeeeMEEEEE!” I sung like a cherubim.
  “WOW!” exclaimed Marquis, “Today made a huge difference. Sing me one of your songs now, miss diva”.
  I popped my backing track into the CD player and walked to the centre of the living room. I got into the singing stance, took a deep breath and belted out the first line. Wow I sound like a chart topper. Then I sung the next line. Marquis’ grin began to fade away, my voice was returning to its usual self. I felt like Cinderella after the ball, slowly but surely turning back into a house girl. There was no hope I wasn’t going to make it as a singer with the voice of a warthog…grunt grunt. 
  “It’s ok, don’t give up the first line sound superb,” soothed Marquis, “But I think I found something for you,” started marquis.
  He explained while at Tre and Taylor’s, or shall I say T and T’s, they introduced a new format of singing to him. It was more like talking really fast to a nice upbeat tune.
  “Hello I said I want to sing not talk really fast, anyway Tre and Taylor are a pair of jokes…urgggh,” I yelled as I stormed into my room.
  How can Marquis even suggest I compromise singing for talking, it’s unethical. I wanna be able to sing like dad his voice was soothing and relaxing.
  “I made you some pancakes…sorry about last night. No hard feelings?” marquis says solemnly.
  I trudge out of my room and fork some pancakes into my mouth. I say nothing to Marquis, I feel like milking the situation. When I finished my pancakes and I make my way over to the bathroom. Just at that moment the phone rings.
  “Denise I need to see you at my office at the record label ASAP,” commanded Big Phil Street Beatz’s CEO, then I hear the dial tone. Big Phil only does that when it’s super urgent.
  I rushed into the shower while I was still brushing my teeth and the pancake remnants away. I run back out into my room and pull on my clothes. As I sprint out of the room Marquis others to give me a lift I offer it hastily. We arrive at Big Phil’s office 30 minutes after he called.
  “You took your time Dede. Well I’m not one to complain but is that all you could pull out of your wardrobe to wear for a CEO like me? Anyway I’d like you meet my nephews Tre and Taylor,” said Big Phil.
  The names rang in my head like an alarm. T and T entered through a side door.
  “Hey Dede, we heard about your singing probably so we thought we could teach you a new technique,” said Taylor beaming. I didn’t have a chose in the matter, I had to learn the technique or big Phil would get vex. Big Phil led us, Tre, Taylor, Marquis and I, to a sound proof room. My tummy was in knots I didn’t want to learn their stupid technique.
  “Alright Dede let’s start with a basic phrase: My name is Dede, 1.5 times 2 equals three,” instructed Tre as Big Phil left the room. I snorted as I heard the rhyme, how pathetic.
  “OK Dede, Big Phil has gone so we don’t need to pretend. Marquis told us you didn’t want our help but Big Phil ordered us to help you,” informed Tre truthfully. I might as well make an effort if he had the consideration to tell me the truth.
  We spent the next hour and a half talking really fast to different beats and tunes if I am honest with myself I kind of enjoyed it. It was a refreshing change. Suddenly, in the middle of a track, Big Phil barged in. He was clapping.
  “I love it, every bit of it…it’s so…so…funky fresh. I’m going to call it R.A.P. Radical Attempt at Poetry,” said Big Phil ecstatically.
  As they say the rest is history.

Happy Endings

The opening act had finished, I was going on. I walked down the stairs, my tummy was in knots even though this was the 14th time I’d done this. My knees knocked together they were like jelly. I could see the machine made smoke, the glitzy lights. I walked onto the stage there was an up roar from the sea of heads. I could sea at least 7,000 people in the arena. I began to rap, I could hardly hear myself. The crowd were chanting Queen Dede. I loved being queen of rap, it was even better than the dream I initially had. After the show I took photos and did signings. It was my 2 year anniversary of being in the music biz. I was in Tokyo with Tre and Taylor. Marquis was with me all of the journey, he loves his new travelling life. Mum is proud of me but hasn’t apologised for not believing in me. Delilah and I still hate each other but she loves showing me off now.

I just fed my pet turtle some lettuce.  His name is Squirt and he absolutely adores lettuce. If you give him a massive ball of it he would eat it all up in one day.
   Sitting down with Squirt, I watched the news on telly simply because it was the first thing to come on. The man reading the news always looks so serious, but one day he looked most serious when he said that turtles had started to go missing in London.  I gave Squirt a squeeze like someone was taking him away right now.
   When I went up to bed that night I told my mum what I had heard on the news about missing turtles.
   ‘I’m sure Squirt will be alright.’ Mum hugged me knowing I was scared. I was awake half the night listening for noises.  On the side of the bed I had a baseball bat, just for emergencies.
   ‘Lily!’  Mum came into my room with a cup of hot chocolate and a few marshmallows bobbing inside it. I new it was bad news because mum never gives me hot chocolate unless it was a special occasion.
   ‘What’s wrong?’ I cried with tears in my eyes, even though I didn’t now what had happened.
   ‘Squirt’s not in his cage,’ she whispered.
   ‘No!’  I yelled and ran downstairs sobbing. Suddenly I saw a small card on the kitchen table.  It said ‘animal burglar’ in blue ink. Grabbing it, I opened the door and ran down the street to the shop still in my pyjamas.
   ‘Bella! Bella!’
   I ran in without knocking or saying hello.  I didn’t need to knock because Bella is my best friend and her mum runs the shop down the road. Bella has a turtle too so I was wondering if it had been stolen also. Bella came downstairs from her room sobbing and I knew that the thief had struck here too.  We hugged each other, knowing what had happened to us.
   ‘We have to find this guy,’ said Bella. She suddenly wiped away her tears and grew a bit more confidence.  We both knew it was useless going down to the police station to report the crime. The police had bigger matters to attend to than looking for missing turtles, so we formed our own plan…..
   ‘Right, number 32,’ Bella was saying the next morning.  She ticked the number on her clipboard.  We were asking for everyone who had a turtle to bring it to my house so we could guard it while the thief was still at large.  My mum wasn’t too happy when she came home from work and realised what the situation was.
   ‘Give them all back,’ she said, bundling Bella and I out of the front door with the turtles in a box. ‘I have enough to do without having to protect other people’s turtles.’
   ‘Maybe that wasn’t a very good plan,’ giggled Bella as we trudge up and down our street reuniting the pets with their owners.
   We came back to my house and sat on the sofa. We both sighed. What other plan could we think of now? We needed one that actually worked. Seconds later I had it, and I spat it out at Bella.
   ‘We should catch the thief and become famous.’
   ‘We’d need to catch him red-handed because he’s a clever thief and he is used to getting in and out of people’s houses.’  Bella let my hopes down but then up again.  ‘So we’d need to set a trap that he would fall into.’  That made us both think for a while, then Bella hugged me.
   ‘I know a trap,’ she whispered.
   It was a clever plan.  Later that evening Bella stayed over at my house. The trap was ready.  When I go fishing I have a blue net, the same colour as the carpet downstairs. That is where we would catch the unsuspecting thief, literally.  Bella and I made a model of a small turtle out of polystyrene balls and an old toy helmet which we painted green to look like a turtle shell.  We placed that at the bottom of the stairs and  tuned the light down so low anyone would think it was a real animal.  We made sure it was visible from the window, tempting the turtle thief inside and into the net which he had laid out at the bottom of the stairs.  You couldn’t see that in the dark for sure. Then we hid in the kitchen and we waited for him to come.  But would he?  
   I have no idea what time we heard the lock on the door click. Someone was tiptoeing into the hallway.  Bella and I held each other’s hands tightly. 
   ‘Aaagh!’ We heard a yell and we both of us ran out into the hallway.
   The burglar was at the bottom of the stairs, tangled in the fishing net.  He was squirming and trying to get out.  I was speechless but Bella reached for the phone and dialled 999. The police came really quickly.  The burglar was still trying to untangle himself when they arrived and arrested him.
   ‘We did it,’ Bella and I yelled and hugged each other, for joy this time.  The next morning we heard from the police that all the missing turtles had been found in the burglar’s home and reunited with their owners. Luckily none of them had been injured. Squirt came home and I gave him the biggest ball of lettuce I could find in the shops.  From then on I made sure he slept in my bedroom.  There was no way I was going to have him go missing again.
   A few weeks passed and I went downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I like fixing my own breakfast so I don’t bother mum. When I opened the fridge nothing was in there, no food, no milk, no vegetables in the drawers at the bottom.  There was only a small white card, tucked where the eggs should have been.  I picked it up and slowly read it.
   FOOD BURGLAR!    

Sea turtles are extraordinarily adapted to life in the sea. Their stream-lined shape, large size and powerful flippers allow them to dive to great depths and travel long distances.

The only time turtles leave the sea is when the female needs to lay eggs in the sand. She must drag her weight to the beach, dig a hole, have about a hundred eggs and bury them. It probably takes about three hours to do this.

The next morning the mother is gone back into the sea and doe not come back to check on the eggs ever again. The female turtle buries her eggs to keep them warm so they can hatch.

It takes about two months for the eggs to hatch and when they finally do they go straight out into the sea to start a life. There will be a great adventure ahead of them!

The Apple IPhone has been talked about for months, and not just in the Mac community. When the most technological people have hard of this new addition to the Apple family, which claims to be five years ahead in mobile phone technologies. When the first pictures and carefully censored specifications to hid the faults were released, everyone went crazy. The first release was so hyped-up that people spent days queuing outside Apple stores in th US to get their hands on one of these gadgets. Once in their ahnds, the joy of being able to call their friends using an “IPhone” made them over look its subtle, annoying, and damn right awfall faults. However, someone who can look beyond a pretty glass face will see these faults loud and clear.

As a regular phone it is lacking The voice quality is poor and the speaker phone is too quiet. The vibrator is too soft and there is no voice-activated dialing. What I find so shocking is that it cannot send picture messages(MMS)! Did the guys at Apple forget to put in that little bit of code? Or did they forget just not bother? I feel that this is quite pathetic, as it is something that would have taken so little time to sort out. The battery life for talking is 8 hours, which is good, and the standby time is 250 hours. 

As an IPod, the user interface is fantastic, especially coverflow. The hard drive (which is actually a flash drive) is too small- only 4 or 8 GB. The headphone socket is too recessed, so only Apple headphones can be used, which is a bit cheeky. Also, the headphones are too small so they fall out of the users ears very easily. There is no Divx player (for some types of videos), which is a bit of a shame. The battery lasts for 24 hours listening to music, and 7 hours watching video.

As an internet surfer Safari (the web browser) is very good, but using regular GPRS is cripplingly slow. It takes 2 minutes to load Yahoo.com. This means it is only really usable on a WIFI or 3G connection. The security features are a major problem. It is easily hacked, which makes it redundant for business use.  This is a dreadful fault.

The user input needs work. The touch-screen keyboard is difficult to use with both hands, and beware anyone with fat fingers. Also, scrolling through large pages is slightly difficult.

The user interface is utterly fantastic. It has inherited the intuitive, easy to use and beautiful interface of all Apple devices.

The looks are gorgeous. The glossy screen, the black case and  the single home button ehance each other brilliantly.

The build quality is poor. It scratches easily, the screen breaks from the most minor knock, and the thing is encased in a flimsy tin which might fold in two if you sit on it. The battery is irremovable, which means when the battery eventually does loose the will to charge, you have to fork out to get it sent off to an Apple store to get it replaced by  them.

Instead of creating a whole new operating system for the IPhone to run, the guys at Apple make a stripped down version of Mac OSX to use. What they didn’t do is create a public SDK (something used to make software for a computer). This means that no one apart from Apple can write software for the IPhone. This means that the security cannot be improved, which is bad for business users. But even the most basic things are affected. Your stuck with the few bundled games and the charming 25 ring tones. Nothing more can be added. 

In conclusion, I think the Iphone should only be bought as a piece of eye-candy. The looks and the user interface are the only things Apple has done, had always done in the past, and always will in the future perfectly. The rest of it has had something missing. If Apple hadn’t rushed it to calm the eager public by leaving out bits, it would have been so much better. I think it is a real shame. I hope the Iphone Generation 2 will have a better out come. If I were you, I would wait until Apple sort out its several awful problems before thinking about buying.

Story, The Lucky Cruise Ship, 15 August 2007

Molly and her friends couldn’t wait to go camping in the forest. Molly wanted to make a real campfire and tell ghost stories round it, and sing campfire songs.

    ‘Molly, hurry up,’ her mum shouted from downstairs.

    ‘Coming,’ Molly called back. She was so excited and she couldn’t wait to put up her tent.

    ‘Wow,’ Molly gasped when she saw the forest.  The trees looked like they were leaning against each other, shutting out the sun.

    ‘Mollie,’ someone called.

    Mollie turned round and saw her friends, Bella, Ann and Ellie.  ‘Hi, guys.’

    She hugged them tightly.  ‘Let’s get our tents up.’

    …’Now what?’ said Bella.  They had set up their tents, and got the campfire going.  The sun had gone down and where the light from their campfire didn’t reach it was dark, really dark.

    ‘Time for scary stories,’ Anne exclaimed, and they sat round the fire, toasting marshmallows.

 Ellie started the story.  ‘Once…’  She insisted that it was true, but she was making it all up to scare her friends.  ‘Once there was a man who stayed in a hotel very close to hear, right on the edge of the forest.  He thought it was a good hotel until they gave him some food, which he was allergic to.  It made his feet swell up and he was furious, really angry.  He had told them he was allergic, had even written a note which they should have pinned up in the kitchen but they hadn’t taken any notice.

    The cook came out of the kitchen to have a word.  ‘We didn’t make any mistake, sir.  No food you are allergic to when into that stew.’

    ‘Then who put it there.’

    The man realised someone was out to get him.  Perhaps the scoundrel had run into the forest. 

    ‘But I’ll find him,’ said the man, ‘and when I do, I shall teach him a lesson he will never forget.’

    Off the man went, out of the hotel close to hear on his swollen feet.  Thump! Thump! Thump!  The cook and the people who ran the hotel, and all the other guests could hear his footsteps fading into the forest.  And that’s the last they ever saw of him.  People say he is still in the forest to this very day, looking for the person who had given him the wrong food….

    Everyone round the fire was speechless. It was all so scary. Ellie looked pleased with herself. She’d fooled them.  Everyone believed the story was true now.  Thump! Thump!  Thump!  It was very hard not to laugh.

    ‘Come on,’ Bella yawned at last.  ‘The fire’s nearly out.  Let’s go to bed.’

    Everyone got into their cosy sleeping bags, zipped their tents shut and went to sleep.  Ann woke up in the middle of the night.  She could hear something.

    Thump!  Thump! Thump!

    It was the man from the hotel, still looking for the person who had given him the wrong food. 

    ‘It can’t be,’ Ellie confessed.  ‘I made the whole thing up just to scare you guys. ‘

    But there was the sound again.  Who was making that noise then?

Thump! Thump! Thump……!

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Firstly, I am going to tell you about the best dog to get. It is a dog that does not need much walking and is not very big. This dog is a daschund.

What is a daschund? 

Well, a daschund is a small dog from Germany and it means “Long- badger”. They are mostly called sausage dogs because they are so long,  a bit like sausages! They have very long ears because in Germany they used to dig a lot so the long ears make no bugs crawl into them.

Daschunds’ backs

Daschunds have very long backs which need to be looked after. If they break their spine, they cannot survive. But don’t worry because there are some ways you can prevent this from happening. If you have stairs in your house you must carry them up it, and when you carry a daschund, always carry it horizontally. If you see or carry your daschund vertically it is very bad for its back.

Types of Daschund

There many types of Daschunds you can choose from. There is long haired, short- haired or wired hair. The colours you can get our black and tanned (brown) and tanned. Here are some pictures of what they look like.

Finally, I will sum it up for you. A daschund is a great pet to have but you need to look after it well.   

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By Purnika

You might think that pirates are long gone but they are not.  The pirates have returned to modern days. In the 16th and 17th centuries they often hung pirates for nothing.  Sometimes they even sent to the gallows people who were mistaken for pirates but were not. It was the law in some nations that

Piracy started to develop as soon as vessels which could sail on the open seas were built, especially ones that could sail at a distance from shore. Pirates might have been poor men but they were also smart, as shown by the fictional character Jack Sparrow who seems to have been modelled on some of the most famous pirates in history. Their heyday were in the 16th and 17th centuries, especially in the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico.  Here there were often battles between the English and the Spanish, who were bought after the gold and silver brought by slaves from the new world. 

Today there are indications that piracy is on the increase in some parts of the world! 

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