Original Writing:
The Break In
"So we all know what were doing, yeah?" My heart was beating as loud as a sub-bass, and my hands shaking as if I had Parkinson's disease.
"Yeah" replied Ant, swiftly, who had gotten us into this mess in the first place.
"And don't forget to put your phone on silent with the vibration on" Steve added.
"I'll ring Nick and tell him were in" Andy whispered.
"Okay . . . Let's go" I ordered, whispering aloud.
And off we went. There were five of us, Ant, Andy, Nick, Steve and me, Pete.
Ant was the maddest one from us all. He would do anything - and I mean anything, just like how he got into this mess. He was short with the front of his hair pushed up as if he was in the film Grease. All he could think about was girls. Andy on the other hand was completely different from him, as he was the smartest one from us all. He had a tonk figure with a small head. His black hair was spiked up and had glasses on.
Nick, the tallest one, and was compared to Harry Potter, as he had his hair brushed to the side all scruffy and also had glasses on.
There was also Steve, who is the funniest one from us all. He was able to turn a bad situation into a funny one. He too was short, and his hair was brushed forward. Finally there was me. I was at the centre of the group, as I wasn't the tallest nor was I the shortest. I had short black hair brushed forward and I was known as the shy one, but tonight this was going to change as was I desperate for the picture to be back into safe hands.
Nick was on portal for us outside whilst the rest of us were inside on a mission to recover what was considered the worse thing anybody could ever do at their time at Copland High - To draw a cartoon drawing of our Deputy Head, Mrs Dunkley.
It all began when Mrs Dunkley came into our science class for a cover lesson on a Tuesday. As usual she had piles of work to get through herself as parents evening for our year was on the coming Friday and today was a Tuesday. We knew that she would be collecting our books to mark on that Friday morning before the big night as she did this every year. So she told us to go through our books or to get on with something until the bell rang and that's when it all went down-hill for the five of us. Steve, who was an A* student in art, drew a cartoon sketch of Mrs Dunkley riding a motor bike handing out detention slips. The picture was in great detail, as it showed her left hand on the motorbike handle and the right hand stretched, giving out the slips. The front of the bike was up in mid-air with the wheel turned to the side and with smoke blasting out from the back, screeching the floor. Her face looked evil, as she laughed her head off with innocent looking children watching on. And her hair was in a mess, all curled up with her mouth open as if she was roaring at them with her belly flab hanging out. It looked like her face was metamorphous changing into pig's features, with her swashed nose sniffing for children - Just like a hunter searching its prey.
The Break In
"So we all know what were doing, yeah?" My heart was beating as loud as a sub-bass, and my hands shaking as if I had Parkinson's disease.
"Yeah" replied Ant, swiftly, who had gotten us into this mess in the first place.
"And don't forget to put your phone on silent with the vibration on" Steve added.
"I'll ring Nick and tell him were in" Andy whispered.
"Okay . . . Let's go" I ordered, whispering aloud.
And off we went. There were five of us, Ant, Andy, Nick, Steve and me, Pete.
Ant was the maddest one from us all. He would do anything - and I mean anything, just like how he got into this mess. He was short with the front of his hair pushed up as if he was in the film Grease. All he could think about was girls. Andy on the other hand was completely different from him, as he was the smartest one from us all. He had a tonk figure with a small head. His black hair was spiked up and had glasses on.
Nick, the tallest one, and was compared to Harry Potter, as he had his hair brushed to the side all scruffy and also had glasses on.
There was also Steve, who is the funniest one from us all. He was able to turn a bad situation into a funny one. He too was short, and his hair was brushed forward. Finally there was me. I was at the centre of the group, as I wasn't the tallest nor was I the shortest. I had short black hair brushed forward and I was known as the shy one, but tonight this was going to change as was I desperate for the picture to be back into safe hands.
Nick was on portal for us outside whilst the rest of us were inside on a mission to recover what was considered the worse thing anybody could ever do at their time at Copland High - To draw a cartoon drawing of our Deputy Head, Mrs Dunkley.
It all began when Mrs Dunkley came into our science class for a cover lesson on a Tuesday. As usual she had piles of work to get through herself as parents evening for our year was on the coming Friday and today was a Tuesday. We knew that she would be collecting our books to mark on that Friday morning before the big night as she did this every year. So she told us to go through our books or to get on with something until the bell rang and that's when it all went down-hill for the five of us. Steve, who was an A* student in art, drew a cartoon sketch of Mrs Dunkley riding a motor bike handing out detention slips. The picture was in great detail, as it showed her left hand on the motorbike handle and the right hand stretched, giving out the slips. The front of the bike was up in mid-air with the wheel turned to the side and with smoke blasting out from the back, screeching the floor. Her face looked evil, as she laughed her head off with innocent looking children watching on. And her hair was in a mess, all curled up with her mouth open as if she was roaring at them with her belly flab hanging out. It looked like her face was metamorphous changing into pig's features, with her swashed nose sniffing for children - Just like a hunter searching its prey.
