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Another detention is just what I needed. The clock ticked rhythmically against the wall, tick, tock, tick, tock. Eyes staring devilishly into my soul hidden under a racing heart. “Isabella Jones. How many detentions have you had, including this one?” the principal asked. “Four detentions Ms Buck.” I answered proudly. “WRONG! You’ve had FIVE detentions not FOUR!” Ms Buck replied sternly. Bummer. I’ve always been terribly horrible at math and pretty much everything else. “And why have you been sent to detention today?” Ms Buck shouted. Her face filled with rage as she gripped tightly to her desk, her tight bun high in the air. “I was playing with fire. But it was an accident!” I insisted. First lie. Oh I know that you’re thinking something like, ‘This girl is so revolting!’ or ‘This girl is so dangerous!’. I promise I am nothing like that and have always been a good little girl. Second lie. Racing out of the office, I shoved past students as I ordered everyone to MOOOOOVE! Skiing around the corner I awaited my delicious lunch as I entered the canteen. BANG! As soon as the door opened I strolled into the kitchen waiting to make my move. Peering through a gap I spotted my ...

I glanced at a nearby bush as slowly its color began to fade away from its leaves. In the blink of an eye, it had turned a dull shade of gray. “Who’s doing this? And what do I have to do with it?” I grumbled. “An evil witch has been gathering ‘color draining balls’ that can get rid of any color it touches. Even Kippies. And Sparkle Land controls all the color on Earth. So if the color in Sparkle Land is gone, all the color on Earth would be gone too! I’d be pretty devastated if I were you.” Bella explained. Before I could answer her a strange figure appeared out of nowhere! Two pointy horns sprouted out of its head along its scaly skin bearing sharp claws on the tip of its fingers! Reaching into its bag it yanked out a smoking black ball and threw it at a tree. Immediately, it had turned a horrifying shade of black! I realised that those must have been the ‘color draining balls’ Bella was talking about. These balls could make lots of Kippies sad. I mean, I don’t care! Do I? “Um… Bella, who is that?” I asked. “That's the witch’s assistant, Morbumconnoritcallifrajour.” Bella replied. “What? How do you say it?” I whined. Bella repeated it exactly as it was. Bella motioned ...

Sorry, did I say “big mistake"? I meant a big dream come true! Bright neon colors splashed here and there as glitter showered over the entire place. Crooked trees hung over dazzling creatures with either a horn or a pair of wings. Birds singing a melodious song as the trees talked about… croissants??? As soon as I set foot the door magically disappeared as my surroundings on Earth changed into brave knights, beautiful maidens and much more! The most horrifying thing was when two long ears sprouted out of my head as fur white as snow wrapped around my body as I realized I was a- “BUNNY!?” I exclaimed. “Oh hello! Welcome to Sparkle Land, home to the Kippies.” a strange dog welcomed me. “WHERE AM I AND WHAT IS A KIPPIE!? TELL ME NOW!!” I ordered. “Well, there’s no need to be rude but you are in Sparkle Land. And a Kippie is every being who walks Sparkle Land and is an official Sparklen. To be official you must fill out a form at the Sparkle Palace with Queen Croissant.” the dog informed. There was something truly peculiar about that dog as I glanced behind it and I realized why. Out of his back was a pair of butterfly wings that perfectly matched his shiny blonde fur. “Hi ...

Another detention is just what I needed. The clock ticked rhythmically against the wall, tick, tock, tick, tock. Eyes staring devilishly into my soul hidden under a racing heart. “Isabella Jones. How many detentions have you had, including this one?” the principal asked. “Four detentions Ms Buck.” I answered proudly. “WRONG! You’ve had FIVE detentions not FOUR!” Ms Buck replied sternly. Bummer. I’ve always been terribly horrible at math and pretty much everything else but it never bothered me. “And why have you been sent to detention today?” Ms Buck shouted. Her face filled with rage as she gripped tightly to her desk, her tight bun high in the air. “I was playing with fire. But it was an accident!” I insisted. First lie. Oh I know that you’re thinking something like, ‘This girl is so revolting!’ or ‘This girl is so dangerous!’. I promise I am nothing like that and have always been a good little girl. Second lie. Racing out of the office, I shoved past students as I ordered everyone to MOOOOOVE! Skiing around the corner I awaited my delicious lunch as I entered the canteen. BANG! As soon as the door opened I strolled into the kitchen waiting to make my move. Peering ...

The cars zoomed past the neat bushes. Doors slammed shut as the wind pushed us towards the wooden gates. Just another day at Roseinton Avenue. My name is Spring and I’m about to tell you the story of my neighborhood. It all started on a fine spring (get it?) morning. My pet dog ,Pop, bounced all over my body as I rose from my bed. My hair appeared as if a tornado had a dance party inside my brown locks. I changed into my favorite Sunday wear as I gazed upon the horizon. Birds chirping a melodious song, clouds floating in the clear blue sky, flowers blossoming across every garden. My feet tapped on the concrete along the path as I made my way to my best friend's house, Winter. Noticing her roses and sunflowers beautifully planted across her lawn I carefully leaped over each and every one. As soon as I reached her door it flew right open revealing her face. Long black hair hung down her head as she offered me to come inside. Her room was perfectly organised as I sat down on one of her cushions. Just before I could comment on her new flowers a loud BOOM interrupted me. “What was that?!” I questioned. “I’m not sure, Spring. But it sounded like it was coming from your ...

The hours flew by as I climbed into my bed diving under my covers. BOOM! A blast exploded from my neighbours house. Peering through my bedroom window I discovered silence had reigned throughout the entire street. What was that?! Was it an explosion? A science experiment? I wondered in curiosity. A thought suddenly struck me like thunder. At school, we had a project to mix elements and record what we found out! Realising my silly mistake I drifted off to sleep, pillow closing into my head. DING-A-LING! My alarm clock screamed in my ears as I jumped out of bed ready for a brand new day! Deciding to go over to Winter's house, I dashed down the street as I noticed a peculiar event. The Packpun family had gone out for their daily run (as usual) and had worn their sports clothes (as usual) and were running in a straight line in unison!? That was not normal like every other family who went out for morning runs. The pattern continued nonstop,left ,right ,left ,right ,left ,right. Not a single hair out of line followed by shining clothes glittering in the burning sun. They were neater than Winter and she’s the neatest, most organised, cleanest person I had ever met in my whole ...

Racing into my home I peered over the fence as I discovered some relieving news. The smoke came from sausages and the sparks were the starting of a fire. It was just a normal backyard barbeque. Soon, Winter had caught up with me as she burst into my yard. I then discovered my new neighbor. Her short golden locks were hanging over her face, a bright purple dress shone in the sun. Guessing she’d decided to show her face, I asked my mum what her name was. Apparently, there was her mother (Mrs Packpun), her father (Mr Packpun) and her big sister (Rose Packpun). Which left her to be Daisy Packpun. “How lovely would it be if she could be your friend, girls?” cries Mum. “I hope they don’t disturb my silent reading. I’m just about to finish the last book of Harry Potter!” Winter worried. “Did you see their naked cat? It's as pale as a ghost!” I shouted. “Oh, stop worrying. I’m sure she’s a wonderful child who’s very lonely.” Mum commented. I gathered all of my courage as I made my way over with Winter. As soon as we knocked on the door, a lady with a long pink dress and silky beige hair appeared. We explained we wanted to welcome them and get to know what brings them to ...

The cars zoomed past the neat bushes. Doors slammed shut as the wind pushed us towards the wooden gates. Just another day at Roseinton Avenue. My name is Spring and I’m about to tell you the story of my neighborhood. It all started on a fine spring (get it?) morning. My pet dog ,Pop, bounced all over my body as I rose from my bed. My hair appeared as if a tornado had a dance party inside my brown locks. I changed into my favorite Sunday wear as I gazed upon the horizon. Birds chirping a melodious song, clouds floating in the clear blue sky, flowers blossoming across every garden. My feet tapped on the concrete along the path as I made my way to my best friend's house, Winter. Noticing her roses and sunflowers beautifully planted across her lawn I carefully leaped over each and every one. As soon as I reached her door it flew right open revealing her face. Long black hair hung down her head as she offered me to come inside. Her room was perfectly organised as I sat down on one of her cushions. Just before I could comment on her new flowers a loud BOOM interrupted me. “What was that?!” I questioned. “I’m not sure, Spring. But it sounded like it was coming from your ...

I peered down staircases as I opened door after door! Each room drew me closer to it every time. Their frames looked like they were brand new from the nearest antique store! “Did any of you know about this?” I asked in excitement. “Actually, we had no idea there was a place like this.” the ship replied calmly. In confusion, I stepped backward as rocks kicked my shoes. In alarm, I fell back towards one of the doors! WHAM! Pain spread throughout my throbbing head as I rubbed against the bumpy surface. The dusted door revealed a black room filled with darkness. And there stood an object in the middle of the room. Ruffled pages squirmed in my hands as I flicked through the contents. But beneath it all was a clean beige folder lying on the hard ground. I gently picked it up as I examined its surroundings. Taking a deep breath, I looked inside its papers. In an instant, I hopped onto the phantom ship. “Ghosty. I know you’re known as ‘the ghost guide’ but I’m gonna call you Ghosty. Okay, I know our last and final destination.” I ordered. Clutching the precious information in my grip, we entered the journey. I steered along the slippery hallway as we turned to the left and we ...

I peered through the corner as I captured a glimpse of silence. BANG! The doors slammed shut behind me. I lept in the air as I bounced off the roof. “Haha! You’re scared!” Ghoala snickered. “Yeah! We’ll just remain a mystery forever because you’re too scared to tell the tale!” Ghangaroo added showing off smirks at me. I hid my face under my hands as I steered away the ship. The ghost guide and the ship didn’t give a peep on the entire journey out. Suddenly, a memory flashed through my brain! To break the silence I decided to tell them what had happened earlier on. “I noticed Ghoala crashing a ring and Ghangaroo ripping a diary. Do you know anything about that?” I questioned. “I dunno. I just died last week.” he answered. “Are you serious!?” I cried. I quickly told the ship to pace around the library as I stopped steering the boat. I placed a foot forward as I lunged for a stool. I knew things were going to get rough as I stared into his transparent eyes. Growling, I leapt for him as I swooped right through his chest! In fury, I put all my might towards him as I fell face first. “Yeah. I’m a ghost so you can’t hurt me. Being a ghost means no touch, smell and worst of ...