Why does Sade feel guilty?

Sade felt terribly bad about lying when she arrived in London. The reasons for this are her family influence, and her guilt. Her family (expecially her father) is very opposed to lying and Sade feels extremely unsure about doing so because ever since she was an infant she was taught that lying is bad and she should always tell the truth...UNFINISHED

2nd paragrph of my short story

Just kill me quickly, I thought as I turned, with some effort, to see him slowly getting closer with a smug, triumphant smile on his face as if he could read my thoughts. "Now I have you, quite fast you are," he said, "So how should we go about this, hm?" he continued in a casual tone as if he were commenting on my clothing. "Please" I whispered, my voice cracking, "Not a chance" he chuckled as he pulled out a sharp knife with a long, thin blade. "where should we start?" he asked again,"oh, I know." and with a sly smile he started to slowly, carefully trace the outline of my lips with his knife, I could not yet feel the pain but I knew if I spoke a word, any small movement of my lips, he would intentionally "slip" and the blood would start to flow. Then it hit me! A plan. For it to work I would have to wait until he had finished with my lips,it will no doubt take all my effort not to cry out in pain but it was the only chance i had, the only way to preserve my life, and it was a chance I was willing to take.

1st paragraph of my short story

The wind whistled in my ear, past my face, the cold stung my fingers and sent a shiver up my spine, but I had to keep running. Blood was pouring from the pink, puckered scar on my forehead, my legs started shaking as even my hours of training couldn't prepare me for this long, hard run, forced to sprint away from my pursuer. I knew i couldn't go much longer, and just as the thought crossed my mind my knees buckled and i tumbled to the cold, hard ground. Oh no, I thought, He's got me, it's all over, my hours of running for nothing, I could hear his harsh breaths in the silent, frosty twilight, and his loud, steady footsteps, when my mind registered every step brought me closer to my death...

My sister Jodie - Jacqueline Wilson

I have read the book Mysister Jodie and I think it is one of the best books I have read in a while. The author, Jacqueline Wilson, has used a wide variety of despriptive words, similies and metaphores in each chapter. This story is about an 8 year old girl, Pearl, and her 13 year old sister, jodie, Having adventures at their new school melchester college. When they first found out about it Jodie was extremely dissapointed to be leaving her public school for a posh, new private school, but Pearl on the other hand couldn't be more eager to leave and get a proper education and have the children in her class respect her. The book explains their jorney through the first year of school, their new friends, the adventures, the old, mysterious headmaster and the big un expected tragety at the end. I very much enjoyed this book and I strongly reccomend it.

Fish

smelly, scaly, salty and yuck,
boogly eyes staring at you,
chewing it up slowly and spitting it out.

Trying hard to survive, sees bait and BAM...
it is cut open and eaten for dinner.
Swimming leasurly through the sea,
bird catches it and then it is trapped in a dark hole,
being eaten up by hungry chicks.
Fish

Lion

Lions feet are like soft and furry ug boots,
His fur like a beautiful, long yellow jacket,
His mane is like an orange, elegant, fluffy necklace,
His stance... crouched about to pounce!
Lion

HOLIDAY

H appy every single day
O h so much to get done
L isten to birds on a Wednesday hike
I can't wait until Christmas
D reading school next year
A great time for relaxing
Y ay!