UNUSUAL MONDAY

I’ll always remember that Monday. It all began when I was waked up by the doorbell. I opened the door and I found an anonymous letter. It was kind of unusual that somebody had written me a letter. I was in shock because it said that I had to be at school at six o’clock in the afternoon.

A short while later, I arrived at school in the morning, punctual as always. I felt terribly sad because my friends were avoiding me all the time and I had to have lunch alone. When I arrived at home, I realised that my mother wasn’t there. Soon after that, I phoned her, but she didn’t pick up the phone. Gradually, I connected that fact with the letter I received. In the end, I ran to school while my heart was beating fast. Suddenly lights were turned on and a crowd was singing “Happy Birthday”.

Pseudònim: Blue flower

A DOUBLE SURPRISE

I have woken up happier than I ever had before. Today is Saint Georges day and I’m anxious about receiving a rose from a girl in my class, that I liked for years. Yesterday, we were talking before we went to sleep and she told me that she had a surprise for me. Now, I’m in the school waiting to see her, time is passing slowly and this situation is getting on my nerves. She has finally arrived and is holding a rose in her hand. I’m going red and I have butterflies in my stomach. At the end, she arrives in front of me. ‘Hello! I have a surprise for you’ The moment I’ve been waiting for has arrived! ‘I made a cupcake for you!’ What a disappointment! The rose was not for me!

Pseudònim: AG

A HUGE MISTAKE

I can’t believe it. How can he possibly be here right now? It’s not possible, not after what happened yesterday. He’s here and he doesn’t even have bruises or scratches… if Wes is here, we made a huge mistake.

My best friend, Kathy, had been dating Wes for almost a year. They were happy together, or at least they seemed so, until Kathy told me that she wanted to break up with him because she had found out that he was hiding a secret. For weeks I’d been asking Kathy why so suddenly she believed that Wes wasn’t ho he said he was but she always answered that she wasn’t sure. Finally, yesterday she told me she had discovered his secret by checking his mobile phone. She had found a hidden folder in Wes’s cellphone’s gallery where she saw what she had been looking for: there were photos of the people who had been disappearing in our town. Wes wasn’t only a kidnapper but also a murderer. As soon as Kathy had told me this, we heard a noise coming from the door. We saw Wes standing there; he had heard our whole conversation. We got scared so we pushed him and ran downstairs to get to the car before he had a chance to harm us. We started the car and out of nowhere, Wes appeared in front of it. Kathy, who was driving, couldn’t stop; she ran him over. We didn’t get out of the car, Kathy drove until we arrived at my place where we slept as if nothing had happened.

But now, Wes was standing right in front of me and he didn’t seem hurt at all. I am overcome by fear; if Wes wasn’t dead or even injured, who we did run over?

Pseudònim: Hermione Potter

A SUMMER IN THE ALPS

Last summer I went with my friend on the Alps. It was the first time we had been on a trip together, and we were very excited. The first day we went to the mountain and while we were walking when my friend fell down. I was worried because I didn’t knew what I had to do. The time was passing quickly and my friend and I were scared because we could here lots of animals.

After three hours, a man that was walking saw us and helped my friend. He took us to the hospital. The doctor said that my friend had broken her leg, and she had to stay in the hotel. After this, we never went on a trip to the mountains again.

Pseudònim: AJ

The profession

In a very distant Kingdom there were many people who lived very satisfied. Over time the Kingdom became more violent and dangerous, with the multiple defeats, corruption and epidemics ther were getting worse. Even in a place like that there was a kind Kinght. The Knight belonged to the King. One might he heard a very loud noise in the street (since recently these noises were frequent). When the Knight arrived he saw a violent fight between two people. He worked out the problem by dialoguing and with some punch. A lot of people were watching and betting the fight, between people there was a pretty girl. Immediatly the Knight fell in love with her and they lived happily everafter.At first they don’t have too much money but then they married and have a son called George that eventually became a knight like their father. He will live a lot of exciting adventures.

Pseudònim: JL

THE WORST EXPERIENCE OF LARA

Lara saw something unusual on the grass and she went to take a closer look. It was a weird red box. She tried to open it but she couldn’t because she was utterly exhausted after running the marathon in her city. A short while later, she opened the box and Lara screamed loudly when she saw the bomb that was counting backwards.

Lara, as quick as a flash, called at the police station but they didn’t answer. Suddenly, aloud shot rang out and a crowd of people came towards her. Lara was absolutely terrified and nervous. She warned that there was a bomb but nobody took her seriously because many people were being shot by a terrorist.

Terrified, she took a deep breath and out of the blue, she started to run extremely quickly with the bomb being cautious that anyone knock the box and the bomb detonated. She went through all the city, avoiding the catastrophe. An of a sudden a guy stole her box. It was the terrorist!

Lara was so scared. The terrorist opened the box and put the counting of. In the end, Lara woke up in hospital safe and sound after being fainted.

Pseudònim: ES

NOT A FUNNY JOKE

One day, on exactly Friday 13th, I was going to my English class. 

When I started, our teacher made us write a story for a writing competition. I was super excited because I wanted to win the prize but I have to say that I wasn’t inspired.                                                                                                                           
After 30 minutes of writing, my teacher John said that he was going to look for some papers and that he would turn back in 5 minutes. However, we didn’t pay much attention at the time until we heard a shout. It was John!                                                           

The whole class went to look for John and when we found him, he was being eaten by a zombie! An apocalypse zombie! Someone shouted.                                                  

We tried to scare the zombie and when we saw its face we were surprised, it was Yolanda another teacher of ours who was pretending to be a zombie. 

After all, we had a great time but all the people were scared and I couldn’t finish my story.

Pseudònim: ES

An sports superstar

There is a basketball professional league called NBA in the United States. 

NBA have a basketball superstar, he’s name kyrie·lrving,He has very high basketball technology, because He has been working hard to play basketball since childhood and he had gift. 

He was a hero.because he always soot very good in crucial moment.He always leaded team won the game. He can always stand up at the crucial moment, he is the true leader.  

He has a championship ring. He is the top point guard.He at Boston play basketball,his some teammates want to be boss,there are always things that bother him.He just wants to lead the team to victory. 

He always was a hero in my heart. 

Pseudònim: JY

The bully

Maria was a new student in school. The first day Maria made a new friend but their friendship didn’t continue because Maria was very boring. After some days Maria made a new friend. Her name was Melissa. Maria always farted because she felt sick. All the children hated Maria. She cried after school. After one year she changed the school. She was very happy.

Pseudònim: Paoo

LA MUERTE COLGÓ EL HÁBITO

Soy oscura y huesuda. Vengo a verte en el segundo de los dos únicos días de tu vida que no tendrán veinticuatro horas. Mi hermana oronda y redonda te recibió el primer día.

Las dos escuchamos lloros, pero con distinta musicalidad: los suyos de júbilo, los míos de pena y terror, asediados por súplicas de prórrogas que desatiendo con desgana.

Hoy me declaro en huelga, cuelgo el hábito sin espacio a réplica.

Voy a hacerme un vestido con destellos de estrellas, hilado con suave algodón de nubes pomposas, haré girar los vuelos de mi falda a ritmos de cascabeles y violines. Seré pura vida. Daré al mundo una prole de bulliciosas almas que pondrán todo del revés.

A partir de ahora seré el amanecer y no el ocaso así que quién quiera morir o matar que se apañe, que la plaza está vacante.

Pseudònim: Carmelita