I was in the classroom, writing a 100WC. It was very hot and I was sitting right next to the window. The sun was making me brainless. I couldn’t think about what to write. I’m sitting next to the window because I have been naughty and it’s the naughty corner. Everyone laughs at you when you sit there. I was still thinking about what to write.
“Hmmm, so, what will I write on this page?”
I know! I wrote that down, but……I accidentally ripped the page, oopsy, what am I going to do? I am definitely in trouble now.
In lockdown my mum said I have to clean my room so I did cause I mean she’s my mum so I have to, I found a book in my closet it had a lock n it which tells me to open it but tells everyone else to throw it away I had remembered that I bought a mini locker and it came with keys so I grabbed the keys from my mini locker and opened it it said “do not write on this paged” but I’m a Curious person so, what will I write on this page… My mum walked past my room and said I was getting distracted so I got back to work…..
Hmm so, what will I write on this page “Hmm maybe a dinosaur talking noo”
Well there once was rubber and had big teeth and it was a flower!
That could walk? “The rubber had taken all my other rubbers and made a giant rubber I never found my other rubbers tho ,well back to the story then.”
The rubber had taken all my food and was gobbling it all up. Ok back to the story oh wait that rubber was me and I’ve used all the rubbers and had eaten all the food oh well…
Long story short I..
I walked into a cold and eerie place. The ceilings were leaking and mould choked the walls. The floor was damp. There were books for Africa. I was in Buttonville´s disgusting public library!!
I carefully placed my feet on the ground every step, trying to avoid the wet carpet making my shoes soggy. Suddenly in aisle seven, I saw this strange book with a ripped brown cover. The strange part was it had nothing on it, not a title or the author’s name, absolutely nothing. I picked it up and opened the book but there were no words either. I dug through my bag to try and find a pencil. I didn’t know what to do with this book so I decided to write in it …so, what will I write on this page…
I rush to the laboratory, like a tiger after it’s prey. I leap to the doorknob rustling to find my keys. I open the door with a creak, and bounce inside. I run after the hydrogen peroxide and the magnesium sulfate, and quickly pour them together, equations bustling through my head. I turn around and see Principle Rita.
“I’ve got you now” Principle Rita exclaimed.
This is not how the story will end, so, what will I write on this page. I quickly pour the concoction onto the principle, creating a good enough diversion as I jump out the window.