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‘Black Panther’ Review By Jack K

Black Panther is a 2018 American superhero film based on the Marvel Comic character, created by Stan lee and drawn by Jack Kirby, of the same name. The story is based on the Wakandan Empire. After the death of his father, T’Challa
(the newly appointed King) returns home to the African nation of Wakanda to take his rightful place as king. When a powerful enemy suddenly reappears, T’Challa’s role as king and as Black Panther gets tested when he’s drawn into a conflict that puts the fate of Wakanda and the rest of the world at risk. Faced with treachery and danger, the young king must rally his allies and release the full power of
Black Panther to defeat his foes and secure the safety of his people.

Now, the Black Panther is known all over the globe and has been
manufactured into toys, clothes and collectibles! These products have been
manufactured by some massive companies such as Funko and LEGO.

A must see! I recommend to anybody who enjoy thrilling adventure and
quest films!

The Atlas to Anywhere – By Eva D


Horace Harlem flipped open the newest Agatha Christie in the interestingly boring Murlay Field Library for the sixth time that day. He would go out with his mates. If he had any. The librarian, Ms Roberts, trundled past with her ancient old trolley, dust gathering on her hundred year old baggy dress, with an endless supply of Fox’s Arctic Mints in the pockets. She had inch thick glasses with a rat’s nest for hair, tied up in an unintelligible, frizzy bun. Horace was a fair but short young lad, with light blonde hair plastered onto his head, with ocean blue eyes and a sad smile. He grinned as Ms Roberts approached him with the trolley,

“Aah, young Horace, reading Agatha Christie for the sixth time today, I see,” she said with a grin. “Here is something that may interest you. The latest atlas, only published in 1925, this year.” She handed him a copy of Cinderella from 1893.

“Ms Roberts, this is Cinderella.”

She inspected the cover, her face an inch away from the book.

“Nope, this is it.” she said with a confident smirk. Horace picked up the book and slammed it on the table, opening it up and inspecting the pages. By gosh she was right. The book was full of pictures of the world, but in incredible detail. He looked at the cover again, just to be sure that he wouldn’t have to take a visit to uncle Barry’s opticians again. The cover had changed. This time it had changed. It read “The Atlas To Anywhere” in gold lettering, with a golden figure of a spinning globe imbedded in the immaculate front cover, that appeared to actually be turning.

“Ms Roberts…”

The old bat was having an intellectual conversation with a plant pot about her cat. He decided not to interrupt her. He turned his attention back to the book. He turned to the “Asia” page. He always yearned to visit Hong Kong. He touched the spot labelled “Hong Kong”, and felt a sudden lurch in his seat…

Horace was being squashed into darkness, feeling like he was in a small box that had walls closing in on all sides; constricting him like a python. Then there was a flash of light, and he was in the middle of a strange city, surrounded by signs with strange symbols, and people  rushing in and out of shops, speaking a strange language. Then the realisation hit him like a bus. He was in Hong Kong. He was beyond shock. Was it the Atlas? Witchcraft? Hold on a minute… The Atlas. Questions ran through Horace’s head at a million miles an hour. How did the atlas get him here? Why is the atlas doing this to him? How did he end up in Hong Kong? Was he ill? Unconscious? DEAD? He took a step forward and stood on something hard. The atlas. He picked it up and inspected the pages. Not a rip or a tear anywhere.

Boy, what are you doing here” said a foreign voice behind him, speaking a strange language. Horace turned and saw a short chinese man in long robes, clutching a bag of rice and other groceries.

“I won’t ask again, what is your business here.”

Horace clutched the atlas and slowly walked away from this strange man, and led himself into an old alleyway, surrounded by empty beer bottles. He crouched down behind some strangely marked crates and opened the book. He inspected the pages once again. What was this book made of? Something clicked in his head. When he touched the mark labelled Hong Kong, it transported him there. So that means… He flicked to the page marked “England” and scanned the page for his hometown Murlay Field. There it is. He touched his town’s spot and felt the same lurching, then constricting sensation that he had felt before, followed by the sudden sense of relief as he found himself back in the old library, and it was almost as if nothing had changed, apar form the fact Ms.Roberts was sweeping the windows and polishing the floor. She turned to face him.

“You enjoyed your adventure in China, I presume,” she said with a smile, “Such nice people, are the Chinese.”

“What – How?” Ms Roberts cut him off.

“Look, it appears to be closing time. Off you go.” she remarked, popping another ancient Fox’s Arctic Mint into her mouth. Horace didn’t ask any questions. He grabbed the book and scuttled out of the ancient library. He heard a thunder clap and the rattle of rain against the floor. Great. Rain. As he approached the gates of his grand stately home, he got bombarded by the resident bullies in town. They were the middle class kids, unlike Horace, who was rather well off, living in the esteemed Harlem Manor.

“ARE Y’ ALL RIGHT, TOFF?” shouted the head bully, Donald Edwards.

“Go away Donald,” said Horace through gritted teeth “I’ll pull my vicious hound on you.”


All of Donald’s cronies started to laugh and close in on Horace. Horace skirted out the way  and ran up his driveway, closing the gate behind him. “IT’S A PEKINGESE!” shouted Horace, bubbling with anger as he saw the thugs give up and trudge down to the sweet shop in defeat.

Horace hid the Atlas in his waistcoat as he sneaked past the labyrinth of rooms in his home and turned the corner to his room. Only a few turns to go until he was in the safety his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and tried to hide under the safety of his bed, only to find his 4 year old sister Florence having a tea party with Mr. Teddison, Tom Tinker and Mickey mouse. Horace sighed, as this happened often. He pried Florence of his bed frame and carried her to the playroom, where he found his mother rocking his other two sisters, Fern and Faye on the new rocking horse. Faye, Fern and Florence are identical triplets, all very different in personality. Florence is the soft, gentle, sensitive sweetheart, always wearing pink frocks and pink ribbons. She had made a hideout underneath Horace’s bed for an escape plan when she didn’t want to play.  Fern was the one who tended to keep to herself, not really interacting with her other two sisters, but she was very smart for a four year old. She was always wearing purple. Finally, there was Faye. She was a ball of energy, bossing about her sisters and leading them around the house and leading them into the kitchen to invade the cupboards for sweets. She constantly wore blue.

“Horace, my son, how are you!” said his mother, her long brown hair spilling over her shoulders as she took Florence’s hand and lead her over to the rocking chair and placed her on her lap. Of course, the other two ran over and started to climb all over her to prove a point. Before Hoace could lift a finger, his Mother asked him “Horace, could you get the girls some lemon barley water?” Horace had to oblige. If he didn’t, the girls would go m e n t a l and tear up the house. Horace briskly left the playroom to fetch the girls’ lemon barley water, or as they called it, “spesull dooce”. ( translation; special juice ).  Why couldn’t mother just do it? Horace thought huffily. They were her kids, her responsibility. He entered the kitchen, begrudgingly made the drink, sprinted back to the playroom and slammed the cups down on an old table decorated with the remains of the first Charlie Chaplin plushie, who died in the hands of Fluffy the pekingese

Horace pressed his armchair against his bedroom door to prevent further toddler invasions and took the Atlas out from under the bed. He flipped it open and admired the moving pictures; wondering how such technology was implanted in such a thin piece of paper. He knew who would be able to figure out this strange find. His father. Horace heaved open the door, weaved past the trooping toddler trio and made his way to the study, The Atlas tucked neatly under his armpit. He flew down the corridor like a greyhound on caffeine. He kicked open the door to the study, making a previously sleeping Fluffy yelp in shock and immediately fall back asleep, and his father to drop the latest copy of The Daily Tree. His father was a well groomed, handsome man, with chocolate brown hair and a moustache. He usually wore brown slippers, brownish – grey trousers, a red bow tie and a pea green sweater vest, and he always had a pipe in one hand, a newspaper in the other and fluffy at his feet. Horace’s father spoke;

“Hello son, how are you toda-”

“DAD LOOK AT MY BOOK!” Horace thumped the book into his father’s lap and winded him, but the book had changed. It was, once again, a copy of Cinderella from 1893. Horace’s father laughed and ruffled Horace’s hair.

“My boy, you are a wonder.”


“You really need to do something with your life, like actually getting friends.”

This statement cut Horace like a knife. He silently took his book and slumped off to his room, anger bubbling up inside of him. He wanted, no needed to escape this house. He couldn’t sneak out on his own without being caught. Unless… Horace opened the Atlas,now in its true form and put his finger on a random page.

Everything once again turned black and constricting, until he found himself in another strange location. He felt himself get hotter in the baking sun, and he was surrounded by bustling people speaking another odd language, spanish, maybe? He looked down and realised a horrible truth. The atlas was gone. He went into full panic mode, frantically getting on his hands and knees. He saw further up the street a colourful parade, with colourful headdresses, floats and a huge crowd following. He finally realised where he was. Rio de janeiro, Brazil. He didn’t have time to admire the beautiful parade and lush surroundings. He had to find the Atlas. He looked around frantically, left, right, up, down. He saw a man running towards the parade, Atlas in hand. The little thief. He picked himself up and shot off like a pea in a peashooter, sprinting down the cobbled paths and following the thief down the winding roads, the bright colours and the loud music getting further and further away, eventually becoming a muffled voice in an ocean of silence. He was lead to a rough part of the city called a Favela, a rough neighborhood which is basically huts stacked on top of eachother. He slithered past children, adults and dogs, following this man. The man tripped and dropped the atlas, so Horace picked it up and fumbled with the pages. He found his town and smacked the pace his town was. He felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck, and he started falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling

He awoke in the hospital, his body aching all over and his neck in a collar. His family were standing over him, his mother close to tears and Florence was sitting on his stomach, the other two looking at her in jealousy . “What happened?”

“My boy” his father said, giving him a massive hug to end all hugs. Horace saw through his father’s grasp an old woman. By jove. It was Ms Roberts. She scuttled in and whispered something to the parents. The parents nodded and walked out the room with the triplets, or at least tried to as they pried Florence off the bed frame. Ms Roberts stood beside him, the atlas in her hand. She quietly scuttled over and placed the atlas on his bed. She nodded and uttered four words that would stick with Horace the rest of his life:

“The atlas chose you…”

She blinked at him, put a final mint in her mouth, and disappeared in a tornado of pages and ink, leaving Horace gobsmacked and the atlas twinkling in his lap…


Chantry Chat

‘We have long awaited Amy’s next few chapter of On The Run, here they are.’

Chapter 3

When I walked into my new home, all the kids stared at me, maybe it was because I haven’t had a bath in a couple of months, or the fact I had a grubby cat in my arms. “Right, I’d like you to all meet… I’m sorry what was your name again?” the adoption lady asked.  I was completely dumbstruck. I had no name, except for beast. The only reason my brother was named was because when I was born there couldn’t be two beasts. “Umm…”  I thought long and hard about what I could be called. I remember me and Dan thinking of a good name for me when I grew up.  “My name is Calum, Calum Goodman.” I replied. That was my last name, so I was usually Beast Goodman. “Ok, Calum, I’d like you to meet Camilla, she is the owner of Keiki home for Kids.” “Lovely to meet you.” the frail, elderly women said in a soft tone, “Why don’t we get a cuppa, so I can get to know you?” We left Keiki home, with Camilla on her dainty mobility scooter. I was actually quite surprised when I found I couldn’t keep up with the scooter.  “How fast does this thing go?” I asked, panting. “I’m not sure, but it is quite fast!” Luckily the cafe was only around the corner. “Would you like something to eat Calum?” “Yes!” I replied instantly. I haven’t had anything for two or three days. “Ooh you’re eager.” she chuckled. We popped on the seats closest to the window. “I have one very important question for you, why does your adoption paper have no parent or guardian signature on it?” “I set myself up for adoption, you see my parents, well…” “It’s alright if you don’t want to tell me, darling.” she said in that same loving, soft tone. “No, I need to, I haven’t told anyone.” I encouraged myself. “My parents… abused me. They neglected me. I always felt as if my brother was the only person who loved me, and my Grandma.”
“My! No wonder you set yourself up for adoption!” Camilla squealed. “My family didn’t put the good into Goodman.” Camilla looked at me intently. “Is that your last name, by any chance?” Camilla questioned. We were then interrupted by a waitress.“I have the Chicken and Vegetable soup.” “Oh, that’s for me, thank you dear.” Camilla stated. “Then this must be yours.” The waitress placed a piping hot plate in front of me, a nice baguette filled with ham and cheese. “Watch out, the food will be hot!” the waitress warned, then walked off. I didn’t listen to a word she said, I scoffed that meal down like an animal. “Going back to our conversation…” I said, “My last name is Goodman.” “And what are your parents names.” The thoughts of my parents disturbed me. “Harry and Val. Why are you asking?” Camilla looked shocked. “Calum, my grandson!” she wailed, “Is that really you!” I was shell shocked. She was the Grandma I loved when I was young, I don’t know how I didn’t recognise her! When I was little, me and Dan loved going to Gran’s house. She wouldn’t swear and beat us. She’d give us food, and sometimes sweets! Camilla’s eyes welled up with an oceans worth of tears, and so did mine.

Chapter 4

We were back at Keiki home, greeted by Tide.“Hey girl, you look nice.” Her fur didn’t look dirty at all, not one speck of mud was on her and Tides fur wasn’t tatty with big lumps of hair. She actually felt smooth. “How did this happen?” “They obviously took very good care of Tide!” Grandma responded We walked into the home and everyone was all over Tide. She was the star of Keiki Home. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet my grandson, Calum.”  Now, everyone huddled around me, maybe it was that I had been holding a manky cat. I was shown to my dorm room by Grandma Camilla. The furniture looked all specially picked out. It was very modern with two single beds each side of the room with wardrobes at the bottom. “Who’s my roommate?” I asked. “You don’t have one yet.” Camilla replied, “But I am determined to find Daniel.” “Why did you go for Calum as your name?” she continued. “Me and Dan had always discussed running away, so we had to think of a name for me because Dan didn’t want to call me beast.” “Well, I best leave you to get comfy.” “Thank you, gran.” I said with a slight smile on my face. I placed my bags down and closed my curtains, blocking the dim winter sun. I’m glad that I found a place to live. I wouldn’t be able to bear another sub zero winter, no, not again. I lay on my bed and found myself drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 5

“Dude!” I heard someone shout. “Dude, wake up!” I opened my eyes and right in front of me was Dan. I ran and gave him a hug. “Hey, what was that for, did I do something bad?!” Dan said in a sarcastic tone. “Where are we?” I asked
Before my brother could even answer, I was in my own bedroom, I was back home! “What’s the matter?” “Why am I back home?” “You’ve always been home, I can’t even remember the last time we saw daylight!” Dan said. It suddenly dawned on me that I had been dreaming. “No!” I screeched. “SHUT UP BEAST!” I heard my dad’s voice scream. “So we never ran away?” I continued whispering. “I wish!” Dan exclaimed. Loud footsteps came to the door with a shadowy figure.
“I said shut it both of you!” Harry screamed. “I want you in the lounge immediately!” “Sir, yes, sir!” Dan giggled as if he was in the army. “NOW!” My Dad went over to my brother, but I had enough. I’m not treated like most kids are, and that is the one thing that made me so happy to run away, but my dream is all gone. I live in a nightmare. I just want my parents to love me. I got up and shouted louder than before; I’d never shouted at him before. Dan looked at me as if I was a different person.  My Dad went in for argument! “Run Dan!” I shouted. “You come as well!” We ran through the house to the front door, but the door wouldn’t budge open. “Get the keys!” When Dan span around, there was my mother. “What are you doing.” she asked. “Oh nothing, just, you know, checking the door is locked so we don’t get out.” Dan said as an excuse. “Wow, you beasts are finally learning.” my Mum said and then walked away. “Quickly get the keys.”  Dan grabbed the keys from under the mat. “We’re free!” Dan shouted. “Oh no you’re not!” I heard Harry say. “Go Dan! Leave without me!” “I can’t! I won’t leave you here to suffer!” “Please Dan, we both can’t leave, one of us will get caught, you go!” I pleaded. My brother knew exactly what to do, he grabbed the keys and his backpack whilst I held off my dad. I tried to go with Dan but then a piece of rope was slung across my neck. My parents always did that. “No!” Dan screamed as he ran away. “Go, I’ve already felt freedom.” I croaked. I could slowly feel myself wither away…



Chantry Chat

Welcome to Chantry Chat’s first story of the new school year- the first part of a series of narratives by Amy.

It is sure to keep you on the edge of your seat and hook you immediately!


               On the Run

Chapter 1

        You’d think every child in the world had something to lay their head on or have a certain role in life… I don’t fit any of those descriptions. I live in a alleyway with a stray cat called Tide. I am an orphan. Like every orphan, they want to find their family. I don’t. I’ve got Tide.

When I found Tide he was soaked from head to tail. He kept moving back and forth like he had something wrong with him. He just needed a wee. I called him Tide because the tide goes back and forth.

The alleyway is close to the beach so I mostly steal from the Fish and Chip shop bin.We both have stories of our past that haunt us. I remember my Family. They would spank me so hard my bottom could have been mistaken for an apple. My brother Dan was my best friend. We ran away together. We then got chased by the police and then ran in different directions, I haven’t seen him since.    

   Chapter 2

    Today, I am going to rummage through the bins for money. It would be a nice change for once, to buy fresh food! With Tide by my side, we sneaked to the bins and luckily no one saw us. We had been caught before and one man told us to shoo like we were filthy, no good rats. I rummaged through the bin but only find a portion of chips and mouldy ketchup. I felt a tail rub against me and it was Tide. She had something between her teeth. It was multiple notes and they were purple. I took them out her dirty jaw and I couldn’t believe my eyes… It was £20 notes and there were…1…3…6…9…15…18!!! That was £360! I was rich! I could have a bed, Tide could get proper cat food and maybe I could have a Mum or Dad!

That day I was straight to the adoption centre downtown.  The place was empty and the receptionist beckoned me over. She wore a purple sweater, black shining skirt and glasses.  “I would like to put myself up for adoption, please.” I said.  “ Ok that would be £20 with a guardians signature.”  I handed her my money. My mind went blank. I’m homeless and used to have parents.  She led me to a small cupboard filled with all sorts of clothes.  I picked a checkered shirt, black jeans and a plain white T-shirt.  “Right, you’re lucky, there is one place left at Keiki Home.” she said, “You’ll be sent there until somebody decides to adopt you.”  It was great, I was going to have a family. But I had forgotten my only friend.  “Can I bring my cat to the home?”  I couldn’t leave Tide. He was my best friend. “ Keiki’s Home is allowed small animals under half a metre.”  “Yes, Tide can come with!”   I couldn’t believe it! I was getting a home with- fingers crossed- someone nice. Tide was coming with and he was all I needed

Chapter 3 is yet to come!

Amy M – 7W

The Cursed Birthday


By Alexandra Shepherd, 6L


Our story begins the night before Milly’s 13th birthday. Nobody could have guessed what was about to happen to this helpless family…

Any girl and boy would be excited for their birthday. But not me, the truth is my birthday is cursed! Last year my brother snapped his leg. The year before that my mum went to hospital. And the year before that … well my dad passed away and it was all my fault, if i hadn’t been born on Friday the 13th none of this would have happened and my dad would still be here and my brother would have been ok and my mum wouldn’t have gone to hospital. I can tell something is going to happen tomorrow. I have affected everyone in my family except me so although this is my first diary entry it may very well be my last…



Dear Diary,

                  Its a minute before midnight a minute before the dreaded birthday starts. My family is all asleep except me. I’m terrified. sweat dripping from my face. MIDNIGHT. I close my eyes but all that happens is hear the pitter patter of rain starting. In the distance i hear the snore of my mum and brother this settles me but just incase i think i’ll go and sleep with mum just for tonight.


Milly went to her mums room gathered her blankets then slowly fell asleep on the floor of her mother’s bedroom. Milly’s house was a small flat down a small alleyway at the back of the town it only had 4 rooms one sitting room one kitchen one bedroom and one bathroom so they all slept in different parts of the house they used to live in a lovely big house in london as her dad had an amazing job but when her dad passed away the money went down and they were forced to live in this little flat. Milly had never liked the little flat but she never had the courage to complain; in fact since her father passed away Milly didn’t speak at all.



Dear diary,

Everyone is waking up now i can hear the footsteps of my mum coming probably to sing happy birthday not excited at all anything could happen.


In came millys mum she opens her mouth to sing happy birthday but then her phone rings she picks it up as she is taking her smile turns to a frown.

“We need to go, your Grandma is in trouble!” said Mum.

Then Mum turns away and walks out without even a little birthday hug.



Dear diary,

I cant put up with this anymore. it’s not fair on me, it’s not fair on my family! i’m running away and that’s final, i don’t want anyone else to get hurt especially not my grandma, so i’ll run away before things get to bad.


Milly’s decision was made she was running away she opened her bedroom window and slipped out. She was free she ran and ran down the street and into the woods. Milly was sure she was going the right way but but as soon as she turned the corner realised that actually maybe she hadn’t thought this through she sat down beside a tall, old but mysterious tree and began to write.



Dear Diary,

I’ve done it now i’ve really done it although i miss my mum and brother at least I know they will be safe but for me i’m not so sure.

Milly stood up brushed her self off and set off once again it was only just come morning but she was already very tired so she began to make a small shelter from a nearby tree. It took her about half an hour and when she was done she fell to the ground as she was so tired and slept for the rest of the day which was good because what was going to happen the next day was something she would never forget…


5:00 am

Dear diary

I have just woke up. I think i have been sleeping for about 21 hours that seems impossible its way colder than yesterday and i’m freezing in my pyjama shorts and top i really miss mummy and teddy my brother i’m going to get up soon and try to find some better shelter.

Milly once again stood up her legs numb from laying in a uncomfortable position and began to walk it was freezing now but she was still happy because her birthday was now officially over. However she is very confused and unaware of were she was her house was now destroyed (the house she made last night not her old proper house). She walked for quite a while, around lunch time until she came across this…



Dear Diary

I’ve been walking for hours my legs are killing so i have decided to sit down and write i’m outside this strange old building fairly big it looks creepy but if no one lives here then surely i can make it my own i’m going to go inside and claim this house my own.

She got up and walked towards the house…


Part Two – Mum

Hello I’m Milly’s mum. She always had it in her head that her birthday is cursed but i never thought she would run away everything happened for a reason her brother broke her leg on his bike. I went to hospital because i went to see my mum and her dad died of  well it’s not important . What is important is I don’t have any idea where milly is. Anyway let me tell you my side of the story.

It was around midnight when I heard milly wake up she must of had a nightmare is what I thought to myself so I decided to go back to sleep I woke up about 7:00 and went to see milly on her 13th birthday when I got the phone call  from her grandma it was quite a shock but she wasn’t hurt she had just flushed her shoe down the toilet.

When went back in to give her her birthday hug she was gone, out the window I presume I didn’t know what to do I called the police rapidly they came but said they could do nothing but search they said they would come back the next day so I  couldn’t do anything i had lost my baby girl on her 13th birthday.


Part 3 – Milly

Dear diary

I’m not quite sure what time it is all i know is i’m in the house now and it’s dark,very dark and i’m scared,very scared.

I’m going to go to sleep now because i’m tired again so see you when i wake up.

Milly fell asleep and although she thought she was alone maybe what she had first thought was quite what she imagined. That night at 3:00 am the terrors began to happen she awoke to someone tapping her on the shoulder. Slowly she opened one eye then another to discover an old rotting but clear and ghost. A loud scream began but suddenly stopped. She noticed the voice.

“Dad?” Milly questioned.

“Yes baby its me!” replied the ghost.

A tear slowly dripped down her cheek.

She went to hug her dad but found she couldn’t.

“It’s impossible you can’t hug a ghost you’re a mortal!” the ghost spoke softly.

“I want you Dad!”

Slowly the ghost magict up a mysterious stick.

“It’s your decision you can go back home to mum… or you can join me?”

“I don’t know Dad!”

“Well i’ll make the decision for you.”

And with that she fell to the floor dead.

“I’m glad you did that dad!” said a mysterious voice as Milly and her dad flew off into the night.

Dance 4 Life


Written by: Jason Sunil, Eve Bars, Alexandra Shepherd and Tom Clark.

Edited by: Mary Alexandru (Main Editor) , Finlay Davidson, Eva Dunphy, Izzy Ellerbrook, Ethan Coulson and Sienna Burt


Chapter One -The New Girl
Chapter Two – A Mystery
Chapter Three – Dance For Life
Chapter Four – The Decider
Chapter Five – Dance
Chapter Six – Robbery
Chapter Seven – Food Fight
Chapter Eight – Receptionist Rage

Chapter One – The New Girl

“It’s Friday!” screamed Harry. Harry was a 15 year old boy, who seemed to find everything in life extremely boring, except dancing. It was Friday, the day he went dancing. Harry had a standard family with a Mum, a Dad and a little brother called Billie-Jean. He lived in a standard house on a standard street in Northern London and lived an almost-standard life. Both of his parents were police officers. Every night they came home telling him and his sister about their amazing adventures they had that day.. After school – before his parents had a chance to speak to him – Harry went to Bellas dancing club and school. A street behind, Eve the Jazz dancer was doing the exact same – going to dance. Eve and Harry were best friends. During dance, a new dancer approached them, “Hi! My name is Tiana,” she said. She was wearing a bright pink hat and a bright pink dancing top.

After many weeks of watching her dance with her hat, Jason the Ballet dancer said to his friends:

“She always wears that bright pink hat! Someone ask why!”

Chapter Two – A Mystery

Many weeks passed by, and Tiana never removed her bright pink hat. Each of them had different ideas about why she had her hat on. Finally, Rita the Modern dancer came and she plucked up the courage to ask Tiana about why she wore her hat. But Tiana started sobbing.                                                                “I had treatment for my cancer, my hair isn’t growing yet and at my old school I got bullied by other children for my hair. My parents said if I start a new dance class it might get me more focused.” she cried. “ But I’m too scared to take it off because you might make fun of me!” Rita gave her a  warm hug and they both walked to the cafe to have food. Meanwhile, it was lunch break  and Ella the salsa dancer was just eating food thinking about love and boys. Ahhh, her crush. Charlie the ballroom dancer. Ella was really clumsy when she looked at the boy she had a crush on, even if she was at  the other side of the studio. She didn’t realise she was walking straight into the wall. 2 minutes later she was on the floor in front of a dark wall, with a graze on her knee that was vaguely bleeding. Everybody started laughing at her, but she also saw Charlie walking towards her and realised he was helping her up. He looked in her eyes and she looked into his; Ella said thank you and they both walked into different directions. Every girl was astonished.  How did Ella get her hands on the most handsome boy?

Chapter Three – Dance for Life

After break time, it was the best soloist competition. The dancers competing were Ella, Rita, Jason Kalum, Kayla, Ellena, Sarina,  Rito ,Tiana, Eve, Harry ,Ariana, Charlie ,Anna, Lyra, Tom and more but anyway, these are our main dancers in this story. It was hard and by hard I mean really hard but this was the right pick for the winners. Just the right pick . The studio head Mary announced the winners “And the winners are Rita ella jason and tiana!”

Dance For life was the biggest competition in the world! People all over the world take part in this amazing competition. Each year, around 68 dance studios compete to win, but they had a very hard decision to decide who would get the solo part. Now was the time to decide who would get the solo part for bella’s dance studio to compete with the other teams. They had a hard job to decide who would be the best to battle in the dance show.

Chapter Four – The Decider

The suspense in everyone was heating up as each and every person thought they were going to get the part, but finally after hours of waiting the head girl came in the the big reveal was about to happen. Every person waited and stood and stared in awe as they waited for the final answer. Mary the studio head finally came out with it,

“We have finally decided to give the solo part to Rita!,”

“Well done Rita!”

All of a sudden they heard a crying noise as the studio door slammed shut. Everyone looked around to figure out who had left crying they finally figured it out… Tiana. Rita was Tiana’s best friend. Why isn’t she happy for her? They finally realised that they had practised a duet and performed a duo but only decided on Rita. When they realised this, about 20 people ran out to comfort her. Tiana didn’t know that it wasn’t a solo and Rita wanted Tiana to be happy so she didn’t tell her.

Chapter Five – Dance For Life

It was time to dance. Rita was going to face 68 big great teams to qualify to the nationals they were doing the regionals dance for life competition to enter the nationals to enter the internationals. Suddenly Rita looked back and she saw the diamonds . The diamonds were the hardest to compete with. They laughed at her and Layla the soloist for her team said “Bye losers!” It was time. Layla went on stage her pretty illuminous dress was waving around her waist. The music came on only thirty four teams could compete after this Layla performed handsprings flips and lots of elegency. Twists and turns bends and more. The song finished. It was Rita’s turn but no one was there backstage to encourage Rita. “They must not like me anymore,” thought Rita. The music came on. Rita went to life as she done her routine backflips splits high kicks and more were included. She did her last spin and the music came out. And the second place winner is Rita said the judge, There was silence no one even peeped, nobody cheered. Now it was show time.

Chapter Six –  Suspicious Robbery

In Mary’s hotel room all the funds money and savings were in a case and the key to the box full of them was just on the bedside table. Mary was sleeping calmly. Suddenly a grenade full of smoke and fire burst. Mary flew off the bed and ran outside of the hotel room, not knowing what had happened. The fire brigade came in as they fought through the fire they saw that the money was gone . Mary was shocked… all that was in her head was,”OH NO NO NO!!!”.  Soon after the brave fire brigade stormed out and told Mary it’s all good. But was it… Mary carefully tiptoed in and immediately came around to investigate the robbery and soon realized that every single penny had been stolen. Now Mary was extremely suspicious, she picked up the box and saw a little note it said, ”YOU CAN’T CATCH ME! HAHAHA!”. Mary was steaming furious. She looked out the window and saw two people , unidentifiable as they had their faces covered. They had a ton loads of money and they drove away like a maniac. Without thinking she dialed 999. Mary also noticed the big crack in the window which someone had definitely jumped out of, but who stole her precious money?

 Chapter Seven – Food Fight

Meanwhile Eve and Harry were talking Eve was on Rita’s side while Harry was on Tiana’s side they were eating lunch. Harry said its Rita’s fault she lied to Tiana about what happened. “It’s not!” replied Eve. Eve was about to scream and smack Harry but instead she poured her open juice bottle right on Harry’s head. Harry squirted tomato sauce all over Eve. Suddenly Jason shouted at Harry. “What was that for?!” he said. He threw his pasta all over harry. Eve smirked. In the blink of an eye Rito (aka Rita’s little brother) smacked Jason with a LOT of pie. Suddenly a big food fight happened AND the lounge was covered in food. All dancers had their opinion and to make everyone listen they used food and by food I mean a lot of food. Suddenly Kallum threw his glass water bottle, which was as thick as an tank, on to the new tv. The tv fell down with a thud. Pictures fell, tables were destroyed. Then Sarina – the cheeky one – had a cunning idea she was on eves team rita ella sarina ellena and charlie pushed the big grand piano. The grand piano cost 60,000 pounds they pushed the piano so hard it pushed Harry’s team backwards and to the other side of the room but the piano was still moving. The piano flew and crashed through the double doors the piano which was covered in food flew down the stairs and it crashed threw the building and froze on the concrete. The piano stood still everybody stood still the cuts through the piano were massive. In a flash the cuts through the piano split up into little fragments . What would Maisie do thought the dancers .Maisie was the head of the hotel . But Maisie was on the floor unconscious .the piano must of hit her said ariana who was covered in chicken nuggets. Mary ran towards the big heap of mess. “WHAT HAVE YOU ALL DONE TELL ME NOW!” Everybody was as silent as the stars,”TELL ME OR THERE WILL BE LOTS, AND LOTS AND LOTS OF TROUBLE, IF YOU DON’T TELL ME I EXPECT YOU TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM IN FIVE DAYS! AND THAT’S THE END OF THE COMPETITION. YOU’RE IN REAL TROUBLE. BUT FIRST YOU’RE CLEARING THIS MESS.” She stomped out everybody froze then the sofa crashed with a thud. Everybody looked at each other they were not guilty of themselves, the two teams were merciless.

It was a new day. AS everybody cleared out the room ELena

talked to her parents. Elena’s parents abused her, so she didn’t like them and  they didn’t like her too . Ellena wanted better parents not like these. If somebody came to her house, her parents would act normal, but when they were gone, her parents hit her. She told everyone but they didn’t believe her. Elena had a plan. She was going to leave her house after the competition.

Chapter Eight – Receptionist Rage

Mary was going to go to the gym at the hotel which had a dance floor so she had to go down to the reception to sign everyone’s names and pay so they can practice at the gym in the Hotel. When she was at the reception she signed her names. She was about to pay but she realised that since she got her money stolen so, there was no way to pay, but she cleared out all of her pockets and only had a packet of chewing gum, car keys, her phone and 27c. It was $3.50pp so she definitely couldn’t pay she was begging to go for free but the receptionist, Ollie simply denied it. Ollie was getting extremely angry at Mary and said, “do you have apple pay?” Mary Hesitated and replied,”Yes” she was about to pay since her credit card still had money on it but it updated just before and said,”£0.00.” left.” Ollie was about to kick her out until, Ellena came and handed Ollie £30 to go to practice she said, ”Come on! We need to practice NOW!.” everyone came up and practiced suddenly when they got to practice Rita screamed… some other people upstairs were having a fight. Suddenly the 6000 pound grand piano thrashed, “BOOM THRASH BANG” inches away from Rita. Every single living thing fell silent… Mary and Rita literally fainted, but Mary woke up first and saw the the same robbers run away. “What were they doing?” though.

 Chapter Nine -The Group Dance

It was time for the group of four competition four people from each group had to compete to get the winners place to qualify for the next round. The people competing in bellas dance club were Kallum, Ariana, Sarina and finally, Lyra. There would only be 17 teams left who would win. How would they win. Do they even want to win.

The Warning

By Joe Jeffrey and Jonathan Shek

The Invasion

Chapter one

“Mark get UP!” Mark’s mum shouted. Mark never liked mornings especially Monday mornings. His mom’s name was Laura. She always talked to her friends and she was very smiley, fair haired and had blue eyes. She used to be married until her husband was shot down by a german anti aircraft gun. Laura never spoke about him. No one spoke about him. Mark lived in a average sized cottage in the countryside with his brother who was called charlie. Charlie normally had his best friend over who was called James. He and James often played with figurines of British and German soldiers. They also talked a lot about what would happen if the Germans invaded… When they Invade.

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The Mystery of Hell!

A group project story by Imogen Jackson and Coral Walmsley 8N

Chapter I: An Unexpected Discovery

Chapter II: Dinner Dilemma

Chapter III: New Found Love

Chapter IV: Captured

Chapter V: Reincarnation {Last Chapter}

Chapter I, An Unexpected Discovery

Moons ago there was a girl named Lisa. She was a devil that loved  watching people suffer and be hurt by her father named Lucifer. He was the king of Hell. Every year they had some fun by killing innocent people. It was time for the year to begin but one year she met a boy in the killing spree. He was a human and he was good but different he told her to stop and that she didn’t have to do this and that she could change.  She walked away but the boy was the last person to get killed so it was going to take a while; she had to think, first she thought that she could change and love…

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