Shark Attack                               by Emma Bowen      

I was woken up quite suddenly by the noise coming from downstairs, doors slamming and to top it all off my younger sister bellowing for her breakfast.

I got out of bed and went downstairs.

 As I turned to go into the kitchen I noticed the post piled on the floor obviously Mum hasn’t noticed as she rushed to get breakfast.

I picked up the post and had a quick look through to see if I had any mail, there was a lot of post that morning mainly bills but as I looked as I looked at the bottom letter it was a baby coloured envelope which was addressed to me.

I wondered what was in the envelope, so I dropped the bills and opened the letter it was a very colourful piece of paper with the words,

“CONGRATULATIONS KATIE YOU’VE WON THE SURFING COMPETITON FOR YOU AND A FRIEND”

I rushed into the kitchen frantically shouting and I was struggling to get Mums attention.

 She turned around sharply from the cooker and asked,

“Katie what’s wrong”. I just sowed her letter because at that point I was really to excited to tell her, as Mum was reading the letter I was jumping around with great excitement, it seemed to out my sister in a good mood because she was in stitches laughing at me.

I was so happy that I’d won who would have thought out of millions of surfers I would be the one to win. I had entered the competition just after Christmas, when Mum pointed it out in the newspaper; you had to design a poster advertising the new surf club In Sydney. As a competition prize you would have the chance to go to Sydney with a friend and surf while learning new sills fro a whole week. After I had calmed down and had stopped screaming Mum had spotted a problem as she always does  she pointed out about that I had won the competition for a friend and I, and that we would have to leave for Sydney tomorrow morning. Mum didn’t know that I had been planning for ages that if I won the competition Leah my best mate would be coming with me and there was also the fact that Leah was also into surfing, as presides it didn’t take me long to pack so the was no complications on the way.

Join now!

However the letter clearly stated that you had to be at Bristol airport by ten o’clock that following day, so Leah had to stay over mine that night.

It was Sunday morning and Leah and I was in the taxi on our way to the airport, Leah was being very quite a sign of nerves. I however was feeling very anxious and excited I had butterflies in my stomach. We had finally arrived at the airport; the letter had clearly stated that the manger of the surf club was meeting us at the airport. A tall very tanned man ...

This is a preview of the whole essay