The two stories chosen were 'From a dog's point of view!' by Harry Quinn & 'Vanilla' by Hannah Foy.
You can read their stories below. Your book vouchers will be in the post early next week.
We will be uploading all of your stories to the blog in the coming weeks. Once again, a huge thank you from all of the teachers for so many brilliant entries!
From a
dog’s point of view!
By Harry
Quinn
John
looked bored. “father, can we get a dog,” he moaned. He begged and begged but he
couldn’t change his father’s mind. “John, we do not have enough space in this
house for a mangy dog” said his father. Then John continued begging for three
days, two hours and 41 minutes and finally his father reached breaking point
and said “fine…!”
As they entered the pet store, the old lady at the till said
“you’re so cute” as she gazed at John. This did not impress John. “ I’m 13
going on 21” said John bluntly. The lady was unimpressed and continued with her
work.
There were lots of animals there. They walked by cats,
budgies, canaries, turtles, fish, snakes and finally they came to the dog pen.
“What breed would you like” asked John’s father, trying to get it over
with. John immediately fixed on a cockapoo who was standing with his paws on the
fence. “€459.99, no way!” cried John’s father. “Wait a minute father, the 4 is
crossed out!; it’s actually €59.99”.
In the car the cockapoo
was sitting in the boot, looking out over the back seat. Soon the car stank of smelly
dog. “He needs a bath” cried John’s father. “I agree” John happily replied, but
John didn’t mind the smell because he had his own dog!
As the cockapoo walked
through the house, he did a few things! He slipped on a blanket, jumped onto
the table, knocked over the T.V., licked the freezer and got his tongue stuck
and finally did a bit of business on the kitchen floor.
“He’s not trained, he
needs a wash, what do we do?” sighed John. It was now 2 o’clock and the cockapoo
still didn’t have a name.”What do you think father?” asked John.”I don’t care
about the stupid dog's name, all I care about is making sure he stops eating my
tissues!” You could tell John’s father was not enjoying the whole thing.”
How about Ted?” John suggested. John’s father didn’t answer since he didn’t
care. ”Let’s give him a bath” said John “ Now where is the dog flea shampoo?”.
Getting Ted into the sink
was a real pain. Ted scuttled across the floor. When John finally grabbed Ted he
started to squeal. Ted shook a little then stopped, then shook again, then stopped.
Then Ted did a pee all over John.
John was disgusted but
got on with getting Ted into the sink. Then Ted did a number 2 all over John!
Even worse, after that
John slipped on one of the toys that he bought for Ted. Luckily, John fell on
his back. Ted walked away thinking to himself, this person deserves this for
trying to drown me in this pond. Ted picked up his toy and walked to the fire
place, while John shouted “TED!!!”
John’s father thought to
himself – John has learnt one thing today: NEVER WASH TED!
Vanilla by Hannah Foy
I
walk through the empty streets with wonder. I’ve never seen Andwick like this
before.
I
sit down on the bench, the rain water soaking my denim jeans. Cooper gazes at
me, I scratch his ear and he wags his tail in response. His copper fur wet from
the rain. Tia walks out of the news agency, she spots me and comes over. She
tightens her pony tail as she sits down, only to stand back up when she felt
the water seep through her black leggings.
I
giggle slightly, her face when she stood back up was priceless. She gives me a
stern look and crouches down to pat Cooper. All of a sudden Cooper starts to
pull at the lead, causing Tia to jump up. “What’s wrong buddy?” I say. Cooper
starts to bark rapidly and tug even harder. “What’s wrong with him Jamie?” Tia
said still a little startled.
Then
a purple light goes zooming past us. “Hey Jamie you saw that right?” Tia said hesitantly. “y-yeah, I saw that,” I
replied. I can’t explain the feeling that rushed through me. Tia and I tried to
calm ourselves, we brought Cooper home and went out to get a milkshake. The
cafe across the street from my house had them. It was a red brick building with
a huge window in the front, outside chairs scattered the area.
The
inside of the cafe had a rustic feeling to it, there were booths in the back
and the rest of the space was filled with chairs. Although today was empty. Mr.
Marchand was sitting behind the register. He was muttering something in French
that we couldn’t understand. I looked at him awkwardly.
Some
rustling came from the kitchen and Mr. Marchand looked up at us. “Girls, what
are you doing here?” he said concerned. Tia and I looked at each other in
confusion, “well, we were wondering if we could have a milkshake?” I said. A moment
later, Tia replied with. “Yeah, we saw something strange and we needed to calm
our nerves.” Mr. Marchand looked at us, “you girls shouldn't be here!” he
barked. We stood back. “What? Why?” Tia said worried. “We are being attacked!’
There
was a deafening noise. It sounded like an atomic bomb. Mr. Marchand looked at
us and said soundlessly,“ Run!”
I
looked at Tia as the ceiling started to collapse. We ran out, feeling so many
emotions. We were half way down the street when I said, “Tia wait! What about Cooper?”
She looked at me with tears and then said, “well, what are we waiting for?” She
started running to my house, me following close behind. She swung open the door
and Cooper ran out. I called for him and we all ran to the bridge. It was a big
brick bridge at the edge of town, me and Tia would always sit there and chat.
We
had reached the bridge, sitting down huddled up together. Another bomb had
erupted. It was getting late and it must have been past midnight by the time I
fell asleep…
I
woke up that morning, scared to open my eyes. It was over, the town was in
ruins and it was chaos all around, but at least it was over. I found out later
on that day that it had been an attack by unknown people. I knew people knew
more about it, but decided against asking since quite frankly I didn't want to
know. Tia was brought away to see her family. I had to live with my aunt &
uncle. Although they were very sympathetic and were understanding when I went
into one of my moods…
All
of this was a long time ago now. It’s been 10 years and I'm still stuck telling
this story. I'm an author now & I’m married to Mr. Marchand’s son, he had
been living with his mother at the time of the bomb. Tia didn't get married but
she did become a gold medal olympic champion in the long jump!
