Grade 7 - Mrs Mulder

01 February 2018


When I first got to Grade 4 I noticed a boy sitting alone on a bench during break.  He was eating his lunch and staring into space.

At first I thought he was very strange and anti-social.  On the third day he was still all by himself and he was looking very sad and lonely.  So I went to talk to him.

Through talking to him I found out that he was very keen on astronomy and knew a lot about it.  During the conversation I learnt several interesting new words like Aphelion, Apogee, Aerolite and Nebula.  It also gave me an opportunity to talk about my interests that nobody else was interested in.  He also learnt some new words like fly crank, slide bar, crossheads bogie, rack and pinion and say.

Mark and I became friends and often had lunch together chatting about our interests.  The important thing was that we were both interested in what each other had to say.

Mark started off, so I thought, a very eccentric boy and ended up a very interesting and kind boy.  Don’t judge people however convincing your first impressions are.

By Andrew Ward





I watched as a small family composed of two tiny, children and a Mother huddled tightly together in the deep, icy snow that blanketed the sidewalk.  They quaked as the biting, unbearable wind of winter swept over the street.  Their filthy, torn, ragged clothes bestowing no protection or warmth.  I viewed them through the spotless window of the fancy, costly restaurant I was in.  I turned from the ghastly image.

Later that evening I tossed and turned in my bed as if it were crafted from stone.  One half of me was debating with the other.  I could not shake the picture of the family from my mind.  The first half of me argued I should go back to help them.  The second half said it was not my problem.  I contemplated both arguments for a bit.  In the end the first half won.  What was I teaching my children if I only cared for what was mine?  In the world yes, people do impede others, but just by not helping the victims of that hurt you are hurting them.

I thrusted my body out of my consoling bed, rapped a thick heavy winter coat around myself and trekked into the blizzard.  With the cold came excruciating pain like a hundred knives stabbing into me at once.  I found the family.  They were hardly alive, the harsh climate had ruled over them with an iron fist.  Their faces completely drained of colour.  It was clear they had not seen merely a crumb of food for days, their faces lifeless like zombies dead yet alive.  I yanked my leather wallet from the depths of my pocket.  I snatched out every bit of money I could find took the mothers hand shoved the money onto her palm and forced her fingers over the object.  The donation did not affect me.  I had enough cash on my credit cards.  She stared at the money in her grasp as if she had never felt its plastic texture before.

A spun-out month passed and the memory of the scene had dispersed from my brain, until the Mother came back to thank me.  I could barely recognise her.  Her hair was washed, brushed and silky.  Skin lush with colour.  Face beaming in health and joy.  After praising me thanks she explained in detail how she had used the generous donation to rent a cosy apartment where their neighbour was kind hearted enough to offer her a low paying job in his growing company.  How she worked day and night till a point where she received a promotion a job that came with a large enough salary to afford a nicer home, her children’s’ education and more food than they could have ever dreamt of, all because of my random act of kindness.

That day I learnt that one action can change the world.

By Jessica Phillips









George sprints down Rue Vieille Du Temple Street.  He can hear the men running after him and he hears them shouting at him, telling him to go back to where he came from.  George chuckle as they shout at him.  He wants to tell them he can’t at the moment but he knows it’ll only make them angrier.  He turns left at an alley way only to find a dead end.  George turns around and sees the men holding bricks.  The men grinned and that was the last thing George saw before they knocked him out.

Alice and her mom are walking down Rue Vieille Du Temple Street while looking for a dress shop.  Alice hears her mom talking about the man who came from America, but she chooses to ignore her since she’s only telling her how big of a rat he is.  While walking Alice hears shouting coming from one of the shops.  As she walks by the shop, Alice sees the man her mom was talking about.  He was trying to buy some bread, but the shop owner responds to him by shouting at him to leave immediately.  Alice feels a wave of anger and she storms into the shop, she starts helping the man by shaming and yelling at the shop owner for his horrid behaviour.  Once she stops yelling, she feels embarrassed for yelling so loudly.  Alice nods at the man and as she begins to leave the shop, the man taps her shoulder.  Alice turns around and as she did the man thanked her for what she did.  Alice smiles and wishes him good luck on his “holidays” and she begins to walk back to her mother who is still shocked by her actions.

George is walking down a street when he sees smoke.  He immediately turns towards it.  George stops and sees a restaurant on fire.  He drops his groceries and instantly runs over to help everyone out.  George looked brave while running towards the door, but he was just as scared as everyone else.  He stops and hesitates before entering, but he puts on a brave face and runs inside.

Today is the man’s, now known as George, funeral.  George had saved exactly fifty-seven people from the burning restaurant and he died of severe burns after he escaped.  President Jules Grévy was the one who held the funeral and over ten-thousand people showed up to honour the man who risked his life to save the lives of the people who had treated him badly.  Alice and her mother showed up dresses up in all black and brought white lilies to decorate his grave.  As the funeral carries on, Alice can’t stop herself from crying.  She hardly knew George, yet he had made a huge impact on her just because of one thing he did. 

The next day Alice visits George’s grave.  She brought more lilies to decorate his grave.  While mourning him, Alice promises him that she’ll never let anyone get misjudged because of their race.  She then promises that when she’s older, she’ll write a story about him.

And this was her story she promised to write.

 By Emma Blevins


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