Transformation – Jaclyn Wang 7BAI
Swoosh, swoosh. There was fear in the air. Anyone could sense it. Swoosh, swoosh. The boat gave a heart-skipping lurch, making her grip the wooden sides. She huffed angrily, shifting a little to regain a comfortable position. Meanwhile, the other figure standing in the boat remained perfectly calm. ‘Full moon,’ he mused, pressing his lips into a thin line. She kept her mouth closed, but her curiosity soon took over. ‘Why here? In the middle of the Black Lake?! Are you crazy! We might get a cold, or a-’
‘I don’t want to hurt anybody. I thought that would’ve been obvious, Willow,’ he replied quietly, curling his hands into fists. Before she could reply, the transformation had begun. There was an ear-splitting shriek, creaking sounds of something enlarging, and right before her eyes, a werewolf stood where the boy had once been. Her first reaction was to dive into the water, until she realised. Oh, this is just Remus. Trying her best to remain calm, she shifted closer to the werewolf in the boat, showing her affability. But Remus did not reply. Instead, he turned around and snarled at her, baring his huge teeth. Willow almost screamed, but knew better. She kept her mouth shut, and sat there patiently, waiting for it to be over. And you can imagine how agonising it was to watch her best friend tearing himself to pieces.
Interzones Cross Country – Avala Ingram 7BAI
My feet were shaking as I walked over to my position. All around me girls were taking their marks on the field. I stared down at my shoes that were double knotted and tight. On your marks…Go!
We were off. Girls were pushing and elbowing each other as we took off across the field. An arm there, a leg here, I felt like I was being crushed. Already my lungs were burning and my legs were shaking. I hadn’t even made it one lap and I was already dying. I could hear girls calling to each other behind me, but I didn’t look back.
Turning my head I saw my mum and dad shouting and waving, smiling too. That pushed me forward. In front of me I saw other St Cuth’s girls, clearly visible by the white shirts we were wearing against the dark greens and blues of the other schools. We neared the muddy swamp I’d seen early and the mud squelched under my feet. Mud squirted up the backs of my legs but I took no notice. Soon we were running on a path that was uneven and stony.
The mud was now drying and sticking to the back of my legs. Picking up my pace I overtook the girl in front of me and continued down the path. I rounded the turn finishing my first lap. A girl with a green bib slashed me across my leg with a vivid, marking me. Even though it was only a pen sharp pain burst through my leg. I didn’t know whether it was real pain or just because I was so tired.
I sploshed through the muddy bank, my feet creating deep dents in the grass. The churned up mud was making it harder to run. My dad was just round the corner with my mum. As soon as he saw me he called to me. A little way away from him were some St Cuth’s girls cheering me on. Encouraged by this I put more effort into my run and really leaped forward.
By now my legs were screaming in pain with every step and my throat was rubbed raw. With every step, a burst of pain seared up my leg. I could hear my heart beating somewhere in my chest. Around me some of the girls were walking. I was so tired I almost considered walking, the idea seemed so sweet. I almost slowed down enough to stop but I caught myself just in time.
“No” I told myself, “I must keep going.” Rounding the end of my second lap I slowed down, breathing hard. This was the last lap. “Come on” I told myself, “you can do it.” I squelched through the mud and one thought entered my mind. At least this is the last time you need to do this Avala.
Year 8 Winner – Rome Afualo 8VUJ
My name is Rome and I am a writer.
A dreamer who delights in words.
Writing them willfully and giving description to her imagination. Life to people who only exist in her mind,
Names to places that have no geography, mystery to those Whom read.
Words that flow together like soulmates.
Looping together like dandelion seeds, Caught in a cool summer breeze.
Be one with my mind and my fingers, beautiful words.
Oh how I love to create with you!
My name is Rome and I am a writer.
An excerpt from The Door – Rome Afualo 8VUJ
It’s hard to get what you need when you’re living in the life of Hale Seed. It’s boiling outside and I can feel the scorching sun gain in temperature here. I’m exhausted with only a book, Lottie, and our bags. We’re excited, but worried, near collapse, hungry, and thirsty. Food and water were limited, necessities aren’t provided, and wants are definitely out of the picture. “How much longer?” Lottie asks. “I don’t know!” I answered a bit too moodily. We swiveled relentlessly through the tunnels. We’ve been walking for about 1 hour since the last door now, until we finally came to a stop facing a big steel door with a keypad with 10 numbers on it. I dialled in these numbers, 28947. “Lottie, second half?” I asked. “ 00263.” I punched it in, and we then heard gears rattling from inside the door. A big roar of movement coming from this unused door. I’m so relieved to finally be here. A feeling of accomplishment rushed over me. “We’re here.” I whispered to Lottie.
Our parents were always prepared for the unexpected, and I guess we were lucky to have parents like that, because little did we know that the SeLo would spread around the whole world. Our parents were obviously ready, and thankfully they were both doctors and together they came up with an antidote that would make you immune to SeLo for an hour. They overdosed Lottie and I, and they only took one shot each. They went out to try and help others with their antidote, but unfortunately the antidote would’ve surely worn off. That’s all I remember until, Lottie and I woke up. We were left with a note in a secret place we were always told to check if they weren’t there. This is what the note read:
Girls I need to get out of here quickly, but I need to tell you something, do you remember our special number song? Yes well, Hale your part is the first part of a passcode on a metal door I will soon explain. Lottie, your part is the second half. 10 numbers altogether don’t forget this. Second of all, if you go into the basement type Hattiethecat into my computer and then open the only folder on my desktop and that will explain the rest, cause I really need to go now. I love you both, and don’t forget us. I packed you both a bag with all the food I can stuff in them. Hattie’s food is in Lottie’s bag. Most importantly, look after each other! I think that is it. Until I see you two rascals again I want you to be strong and brave, don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. I love you two. I love you two. I love you with all my heart. Stay strong my ponies. I love you.
Mum and Dad
A teardrop rolled its way down my cheek onto our wood panelled floor. I instantly knew what has happened……