“Slam!” went the door when Akeelah kicked the door close with the sole of her feet, venting all her anger on it. Her mother was just so unreasonable! She stamped in and threw down her bag with such great force that a loud “THUD” was heard and the sound of the books slamming together thudding on the carpeted floor. She plopped down on her chair with arms folded across her chest. Thinking of her mother, she glared angrily down at the keyboard as if her looks could kill. She tried to calm herself down by breathing slowly as her eyes crawled up the wall full of framed pictures until they came to rest on the picture of her handsome father. Immediately, her anger melted away. Lovingly, she recalled the happy times she and her father had and how he always supported her in whatever she does. “You will let me do it”. She said, sighing deeply and looked down at her hands. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind and her eyes lifted and sparkled as brightly as gems. She took a black ball-point pen and grasped the pen tightly, ready to forge her father’s signature on the consent form laid neatly on the table, without a cease. Just as the ink was about to leave a stain on the paper, she froze there for a few doubtful seconds, trembling like a leaf. Deep in her heart, she hated herself for doing this. But in another way, she had to. Just to enter the spelling Bee contest. Knowing her father’s signature well, she held her breath and closed her eyes and looked away. She knew if she delayed a second more, guilt will overcome her and she would change her mind. As the ink created an uneraseable stain on the paper, painfully, the pen flew across the paper gracefully. When Akeelah opened her eyes to look at it, she signed in relief that the forged signature was just right. She sat back in her chair and tucked the paper in her bag though she knew guilt would haunt her forever…

Author: Belinda<3

I paid my taxi fare to the driver and stepped out of the taxi. Stood before me was a school. I took a deep breath as I walked through the school gates and up to the class I was assigned to. I walked along the corridor and looked for the classroom.
Before I could even reach there, I could already hear shrieks and shouts. I thought race through my mind: Is that the class I am supposed to go? I hoped not. I walked and walked and passed many classrooms. Just as I passed the noisy one, I glanced up at the sign and realized that that was the classroom I was suppose to go. I stopped short. Reversing back and look at the sign again making sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. And that was the class.
I grasped the books tightly and went in. To my surprise they took no notice of my arrival and continued their shrieking. When I could no longer stand the noise, I walked to the centre of the class and shouted "QUIET!" Still nobody took any notice of me and continued the dreadful din.
I repeated that again and out came the same result. I gave up and gave a huge sigh as I plopped down on the roller chair. My first day in school as a teacher.


Author: Belinda<3

It was a glorious start-of-autumn day, with everything green and gold, hot and still. There was not a soul around, and very little sound except the lonely crunch of Cat's and Janet's feet as they hurried through the formal garden. Halfway through the orchard, Janet said, "If the garden we want looks like a ruined castle, we're going away from it now." Cat could have sworn they were heading straight for it, but, sure enough, when he stopped and looked around, the high sun-soaked old wall was right behind them. And now he came to think of it, he could not remember how he and Gwendolen had got to it before.

Title: Charmed life
Author :Diana Wynne Jones
Contributed :Belinda

The first great change came about when their parents took them out for a day trip down the river in a paddle steamer. They set out in great style, Gwendolen and her mother in white dresses with ribbons, Cat and his father in prickly blue serge Sunday suits. It was a hot day. The steamer was crammed with other people in holiday clothes, talking, laughing, eating whelks with thin slices of white bread and butter, while the paddle boat steam organ wheezed out popular tunes so that no one could hear themselves talk.

Title: Charmed Life
Author: Diana Wynne Jones
Contributed: Belinda

When she reached the curtains, Sophie hesitated. She longed to duck underneath them and lean out of the window to see what the world looked like now that the witching hour was at hand. She listened again. Everywhere it was deathly still. The longing to look out became so strong she coun't resist it. Quickly, she ducked under the curtains and leaned out of the window.

Title: The BFG
Author: Roald Dahl
Contributed: Belinda :D