to Becoming a Writer
Participating Student Folios
I am twelve years old and have a fifteen
year old brother. I also have a gorgeous Blue Heeler Cross named
Jess and a black, orange and white cat named Pepper. They are soooooo
CUTE!!! I love writing in any type and ! enjoy acting too! Please
read all my stories and tell me what you think!
On Saturday night, the world turned as
the famous actors and actresses of our time stepped onto the red
The night started with a fury of flashing
lights as they stepped onto the carpet. Massimo Wonky, nominated
for best supporting actor for his work in ‘The Assassins, was one
of the first to arrive. He was wearing a dazzling tuxedo.
But there was no argument about who was
given the ‘Best Dressed’ award. Natalie Hogan arrived onto the red
carpet from a stretch limousine, in a simple, but highly elegant
red ball gown made by the brand new famous dressmaker Alfonse Demoice.
On her right hand she had a small red handbag. The outfit blew thousands
of people away.
Natalie was accompanied by her friend Marcus
Williams. “Simple but sophisticated and simply stunning”, was what
the fashion critics had to say. “It would of cost a pretty penny.”
The dress price is thought to be around $2000.
Once inside, the event went off with a
bang as Nicole Kidman, an actress
who was best known for her work in “The Others” and “Moulin Rouge”
announced the best supporting actress to be Antonia Kidman, her
daughter aged 20, who starred in “The Way of War.” Other winners
were Tom McGuire and Penelope Holton, who both one other supporting
The main Oscar, the one everyone was waiting
for arrived when Kermit the Frog stood up and announced Natalie
Hogan to be the best actress. Amid a stream of tears Hogan said
“It was just an honor to be nominated,” and that she "couldn’t
have done this without the support of my friends, family and her
agent, who introduced her into the world of acting”.
Matthew Mare was nominated
as best actor for his work in “The First Winter,” accompanied by
his lovely wife, Maria Mare, who is expecting twins.
The School Yard Bully
by Natalie Hogan
She was known all around the schoolyard. She had
a mean face, one that would spit, punch, kick, anything. She was
feared by everyone. The strange thing was that the guys, and the
biggest and toughest of the school thought she was evil. She had
a long neck and large shoulders. She even had a moustache. Not a
large bushy one but it was noticeable. We all thought she looked
like a pit bull. That’s how she got her nick name; The Pit Bull
Bully or just The Pit Bull.
The Pit Bull was walking down the corridor, no,
not walking, strutting down it, like she was the best in the world,
throwing evil glances at anyone that would pass, preps or grade
sixes, it didn’t matter to her. Maybe she’d throw a punch if she
felt like it. People jumped out of her way when she passed. She
did not care for the teachers either. She’d swear, not do any work,
but now the teachers didn’t care anymore. They’d tried! God they
tried! But nothing could stop her. Our school was the only one she
had not been expelled from in all of Banyule. But anyways, I’m babbling,
and loosing track.
It was lunchtime, and she was, as I was saying
before, walking down the corridors to get her lunch. As she passed
me, she spat at me and it fell on my freshly unwrapped sandwich.
It was my favourite too. Ham and Lettuce with Mayonnaise. I don’t
know why, but I think she’s always had something against me. When
she came on the first day of term 2 in grade 4, she was allocated
to be my friend. I hate it when teachers allocate friends. People
can make their own decisions. I had my own friends. But I did it
anyway. I told my friends to be nice to her. They took one look
at her and decided they didn’t like her, and I couldn’t blame them.
But I pleaded with them, and they got down eventually.
At recess I said hello to her and introduced myself
and my friends. I was sooo nice to her. I let her have one of my
mum’s top secret recipe choc chip cookies with the gooey ooey choc
bites inside. That’s what I used to call them anyway. Now I just
call biscuits. She didn’t seem so bad after all. Then, one day,
she just dumped me. I don’t know why. And ever since them she has
been horrible to me. And it really upsets me.
Now I have had enough. She has been tormenting
me for two long years and now it’s time to stand up to her. I threw
my sandwich in the bin and strode up to her, stranding not half
a metre away from her sweaty repulsive face. I really noticed how
truly ugly she was at that point. I only then really knew why we
called her a pit ball. Tearing her lunch to bits like a dog, spitting
every so often and drawl coming down the side of her mouth, it was
horrible. But I didn’t care. I was going to tell her how I felt.
“Listen to me,” I said to her suddenly, and as
soon as I said that I saw that it was a mistake. I knew she wasn’t
used to be talked to that way, but I refused to stop. “Don’t you
ever spit on my sandwich again, or steal my food or lunch money,
or punch me in the stomach, or my friends, or act like you own the
world, or stop anyone else from enjoying their life just because
I was out of breath. I looked in her eyes for
a moment to see shock on her face. I then focused on a mole on her
forehead. I was terrified, I thought I was going to die, I was so
scared. “Don’t you EVER speak to me like that again, not EVER”
I started to breathe deeply, my heart was humming
it was going so fast and then, I looked up and she was gone.
The next day The Pit Bull Bully didn’t come to
school, or the next or the next. Maybe I had hit the truth. What
happened to her, I’ll never know. Some people called me a hero.
But I have a strange feeling that she’ll come back one day and on
that day, hell will surely come. Pit Bull’s never just leave, especially