Narratives

Last term our writing focus was narratives. A narratives structure has to have an orientation, complication, series of events, a resolution and may include a moral. For our assessment we had to complete this and a few description goals to write our narratives. Here are some of the narratives from our class. We hope you enjoy them!

Startrekking

It was an early morning at San Francisco in the year 4025. The Starfleet academy had a new recruit. His name was Gerald. He wasn’t human though he was a caitian/cat person. He had to speak with captain McMillon for a bridge officer assignment.  He went to the assignment office. “Gerald you're with me” said Captain McMillon. “Where’s your starship?” Gerald Asked. “Look up.” Gerald looked up to see a giant white and black ship making the biggest shadow over the golden gate bridge. “So where are we going?” “The Risa sector.” “Sounds fun,” Gerald said being sarcastic. “Not really taking out Klingons,” McMillon said gruffly. They beamed up in a flash of blue and were on the ship. It was giant and full of people. "Let's go." A voice came from nowhere and said, “Warping in 5,4,3,2,1”. Gerald looked out of a window to see endless black and stars. The ship came to a halt. “What happened”? Gerald said confused. “Somethings not right.” The ship had lost power. Gerald got in an elevator and went to engineering. A giant pipe had steam coming out of a crack. Gerald took a bottle of what seemed to be super glue. He unscrewed the cap and tipped it over the crack. The glue set hard within seconds. Slowly the lights came on one by one and they started moving again. He walked happily back to the elevator and went back to the bridge. “Good job Gerald!” said Captain McMillon.  They zoomed off into the distance into the dark depths of space.

Ben Crick

The Tropical Beach!

A long, long time ago there was a little girl. The little girls name was Arya. Arya had a twin brother, Eragon. Eragon and Arya lived on a wonderful farm with their mum and dad. Their farm was just out of an old looking town called Carvahall.

Arya was a beautiful young girl. She had long light brown hair. Arya was tall for her age and liked going hunting with Eragon. Eragon was like Arya, tall for his age. He had sandy brown coloured hair, and also loved hunting with his sister, Arya.

One sunny day Eragon and I decided to go hunting. So we grabbed our hunting gear and set of into the forest. After about an hour of walking around, we spotted a group of deer. So we tried to shoot at them with our bows but we missed. The deer ran off, so Eragon and I followed them. We soon lost them, but we also realized that we were lost, we didn’t know where we were, all we knew was that we were somewhere in the forest.

 We decided to walk around and see if we could spot something to help us find our way home. Just when we were about to give up we spotted a golden path. We had never seen the path before. We decided to follow the path to see where it goes. After about half an hour of walking on the path we started to see sand. The path soon disappeared and turned into sand. We looked around and found ourselves on a tropical beach. Eragon and I had a bit of a look around. After about half an hour till an hour we decided to go home and tell our parents about the beach. We left scraps on the trees and arrows in the ground so we could find our way back. We managed to find our way home and when we did we told our parents about what had happened. At first our parents didn’t believe us. So Eragon and I decided that if our parents didn’t believe us, then we would just have to show them.

So the next day our family set off into the forest. We followed the scraps and arrows that we left behind. After about an hour and a half the path came into sight. We followed the golden path to the tropical beach. When we got there our parents said sorry for not believing us.

We spent the rest of the day at the beach. Over the day we went for a few swims and played a lot of games, like tag, volleyball and relay races. When it was staring to get dark we decided we should go home but we didn’t want to, but we did. Eragon and I and our parents got lost and didn’t know which way to go. Then it got dark and we couldn’t see where we were going, so we set up camp. Me and my mum and dad went to bed while Eragon took the first watch.

In the morning we woke up and found a pack of big wild animals surrounding us. The big wild animals were wolfs. Eragon and I quickly got our bows and fired at the wild animals. The wolfs got scared and ran away. Eragon and I helped our parents quickly pack up all our gear. Once we had done that we started walking. After about an hour our house and farm came into sight. We were all happy that the night was over and we were back home.

By Nikita.

Lisa

Once upon a time there was nice friendly little girl named Lisa. She lived in a little cottage next to the big city with her brother Tommy, her mother Rebecca and her father Smithy

One day Lisa and Rebecca were fighting. “ Ugh! “ Yelled Lisa “ Your so annoying! You don’t let me do anything I want! “ “PLEASE!” said Rebecca “ When I was your age I didn’t get anything I wanted “ Lisa rolls her eyes in fury. “ I didn’t even have a bed! I SLEEPT ON THE COUCH! “ “ Maybe that’s why you are always looking like a couch potato “ Said Lisa. “ You have no respect for me “ Rebecca said to Lisa as she is thinking in her head “ My mum is a pshyco“  “ I feed you, I buy cloths for you and I let you stay in my house. YOU HAVE A BED! Yet you NEVER EVER say thank you. You might as well just leave! “ said Rebecca thinking  “Oh no I might regret that”              

“ MAYBE I WILL! “ screams Lisa in shook. She grabs her purse and leaves the house and heads to the city. “ I knew I would regret that, “ sighs Rebecca.

The next day Rebecca set off to try and find her daughter Lisa. Meanwhile Lisa was really enjoying the big city of Los Angles. She loved all the people and really loved all the shops but when night came Lisa got really worried because she had nowhere to go. Yet on the other side of town was Rebecca. She was trying so hard to try and find Lisa.  She was worried that she would never see her again! Rebecca sees a little hotel and goes over there to get some sleep. “ when I get up in the morning I am heading straight to the middle of town” says Rebecca.

The next morning Lisa woke up in a garbage bin with a little boy. The bin was as smelly as a sweaty guy that hasn’t showered in weeks! Last night Lisa had a dream. It was about her mum they were happily walking together in the park where they lived. When she woke up she missed her mum very much. The little boy suddenly said to her “ HI! My name is Stewart.” “ Hello? “ said Lisa, dazed. “ I am Lisa. “ “ Hi Lisa “ said Stewart in a loud voice. “ What are you doing here in the city. You look like a country girl. “ “ Yeah that’s because I am. “ exclaims Lisa. “ Oh. Are you on a school trip and you got lost? “ Questions Stewart. “ Ha I wish but no me and my mum had as fight and I ran away and now I cant find my way back home. Man I regret that fight. “ Said Lisa with a big sigh of regret. “ I wish I could find my way home so I can apologise to my mum. “ “ Don’t worry Lisa! “ Said Stewart in a super hero voice. “ I will help you find your way back home! “ “ YOU WILL! “ Said Lisa with a hopeful voice. “ Yeah of course I will I know where everything is in this city. “ “ AWESOME! “ Said Lisa. So they set of to try and find there way back home!

Rebecca woke up to a very angry face staring right at her.        “ Who are you? “ Said the man in a tough, strong voice. “ I am Rebecca. I was just staying here for the night. Said Rebecca. “ Yeah well you need to go NOW!!!! “ Yells the man. “ Ok ok. Keep your skin on. I’ll go. “ So Rebecca set off to try and find Lisa again when her husband Smith called her. “ Where are you? I have been waiting all night for you. I have been waiting and waiting for ages! “ Smith yelled. “ I have been looking for your daughter Lisa! “ Yelled back Rebecca. “ Just leave it Rebecca. She will find her way back home eventually. She will be perfectly fine out there. “ Smith said. “ NO WAY! I AM NOT LEAVING MY DAUGHTER IN THE BIG CITY WERE SHE COULD BE SO EASYLY KILLED! NOW BYE BYE! “ Rebecca quickly hanged up the phone before Smith could say anything else. “ Exaggerate much “ Said Smith.

“ Why are you so sad. “ Stewart asked Lisa as they were walking beside a big river. “ I am really worried that I might not ever see my mother again! “ Cries Lisa. “ I’m sure we will find her soon! “ Say Stewart. “ Ok look “ Said Lisa “ You are nice and all but I think that you have no idea were you are going ok! For heavens sake we are walking beside a river! “ Yelled Lisa “ I’M SORRY OK “ Stewart said “ I just wanted to help “ “ Yeah well you didn’t! “  Lisa yelled “ Fine then. Do you like swimming? “ Stewart asked “  Swimm… “ But before Lisa could finish talking Stewart pushed Lisa into the water and Lisa can not swim! She started splashing around in the water like a splashy fish. “ Help! Help me! SOMEONE! “ Lisa scream like it was life or death. As Lisa is screaming for help Stewart starts to run away. Lisa know that she was going to die. Lisa starts to float down the river when her head hits a rock and she starts to drown! That’s when Rebecca sees her daughter drowning in the river she quickly jumps in and pulls Lisa out of the water. Rebecca preforms CPR and after ten minutes of CPR Lisa finally wakes up. “ Oh my god! “ Rebecca said so relieved “LISA! I am SO sorry about our big fight and how I told you to leave and my yelling and telling you that you are ungrateful and …” “ MUM! “ Lisa yelled. “ Mum it’s alright. You shouldn’t be the one that is sorry. It should be me. It is me. I am sorry that sometimes I am ungrateful and I am sorry that I never say thank you. I should really say that more often.  I am sorry about every thing.” “ Its totally fine “ Said Rebecca “ I am just so glad that you are back and that you are alive. “ “ I wouldn’t be if it weren’t for you! “ So Rebecca and Lisa walked home and had cupcakes and hot chocolate and they never fought again!

Samantha Jenkins

In the Barn

The moon shone down on me, a crystal lightbulb in the dark sky. Lying on the sand, I was thinking, hard. ‘Leila the loser banged around in my head like a bullet from a machine gun. On that night, on that coastal beach. I came, I saw, but I didn’t conquer.

The waves splashed up on the sand slowly, steadily. I lay and remembered what had happened in the last few days. Remembered what I would have to tell the police. Remembered over and over. Remembered the tragedy.

It started one sunny day with my best friend Ella. I walked to her cottage. My sturdy frame strong and my curly red hair was flowing in the wind. Ella lived in a white farmhouse in a small forest clearing. 

The birds were dancing in the oaks, celebrating the start of spring. Ella was at the stables grooming her white stallion Mystic 

“Hello Leila,” Ella called from Mystic’s stall. 

“Oh, Ella,” I cried. “I have just spotted an old abandoned barn. Come, we must explore it!”

“But Leila...,” Ella started though it was too late. I was saddling the black mare I usually used.

“C’mon Honey, me and Star are ready. Saddle up Mystic and away we go.”

So off we went down the bridle trails through the woods. Soon we came to an old apple orchard on the edge of Ella’s estate. There on the eastern corner was a red barn. Ella’s waist length smoky hair bounced on her shoulders as we rode across the uneven ground. We slowed to a walk once the barn was close enough to see all the cracks, lines and wearing off paint.

“Leila, let’s not. Please, let’s just turn around and say this never happened,” exclaimed Ella pulling Mystic to a halt. 

“It does look scary, but Ella, I can assure you it won’t be. No one could have spotted it from the road. I only saw it riding one day. And if they had seen it, that means they would be trespassing,” I told Ella though still a bit unsure myself. 

“Are you coming in,or not?,” I yelled tying Star to a nearby apple tree. 

“I suppose,” her soft voice mumbled.

We opened the doors slowly. Creak. Sunlight crept in from the boarded windows. There, sitting in the middle of the rotten hay, was a pistol. 

“Aggh!,” Ella screamed, though I quickly muffled her mouth. 

“Shh,” I muttered. Slowly I crept up to the gun. 

“Hold it,” a husky voice called from behind me. I turned to see a tall, tanned, muscular man staring at us. He wore a tattered red vest, a white T-shirt and ripped jeans. His worn face cracked into a wicked smile.

“I knew someone would be curious eventually. Lead me back to your house now. You can come back for the beasts later,” he demanded.

Quickly we scuttled to the trail leading to Ella’s house. 

“Let’s take the trail to the beach. From there you can go to mine and called the police.”

“No talking,” the voice said from behind us. So we hurried to the coast, the sun burning our skin.

“Quick go,” I yelled to Ella.

“Where’s she going,” the man said.

“Just, um... toilet,” I replied motioning to keep moving. “She’ll catch up.”

“She better,” the man said gruffly.

“So, who are you anyway,” I asked trying to be friendly.

“If you must know, I am Victor Montybello. Otherwise known as Vic. I am one of the greatest criminals around. And once I’m done with you squirts, you will have never known who I am!,” he cried and knocked me out cold.

By the time I woke up I was gagged and strapped to a birch tree next to the beach. Ella wasn’t beside me yet. We still had hope.

That evening the sun set over the ocean like a fireball dropping through the sky. I soon saw my captor come into view from the darkness. Ella was in his hands. I pretended to still be unconscious. When she was tied next to me I shook my head and my gag fell off. Ella did the same. 

“Have you called the cops?,” I asked.

“Yes,” she muttered almost silently.

And sure enough a few minutes later we heard wailing sirens and barks. Barks from my dog Bud. The next part came in a blur. The police untied us, took the criminal Vic, and tried to hoard him away. Though he had not done. With his last action he pulled the trigger of his gun. Crack! The bullet was a vicious creature that stole my dogs life.

I wept and wept. Soon it grew late. Everyone had gone. I was lying there, weeping for my Bud. That night I vowed to find the killer. That night, I came, I saw, but I didn’t conquer.

Sophie Hampson