Thursday 5 January 2012
"Wow! Look at this!" Miss Sharples grinned, "intensive creative writing!"
"Well I have been doing it for a few years," Ross said, before once again smashing his fingers down against the keyboard. It was actually quite distracting.
Everyone else was writing ratrher attentively, only stopping from time to time to scribble out mistakes, glance nervously at one anothers word count, or sing 'Granger Danger' in their heads.
Daisy seemed to have finished. She sat motionless and twiddling her thumbs.
"Why've you written my name?" Daisy asked, followed by a declaration of her complete work, which unfortunately does not leave enough time in this story for the imminant arrival of the spaceshipsd which are, obviously, at this moment, working there way towards St. Mary's College, whereby the 6 students will take up arms against the foe, sacraficing the teacher for the greatest good and protection of the planet.
"Well I have been doing it for a few years," Ross said, before once again smashing his fingers down against the keyboard. It was actually quite distracting.
Everyone else was writing ratrher attentively, only stopping from time to time to scribble out mistakes, glance nervously at one anothers word count, or sing 'Granger Danger' in their heads.
Daisy seemed to have finished. She sat motionless and twiddling her thumbs.
"Why've you written my name?" Daisy asked, followed by a declaration of her complete work, which unfortunately does not leave enough time in this story for the imminant arrival of the spaceshipsd which are, obviously, at this moment, working there way towards St. Mary's College, whereby the 6 students will take up arms against the foe, sacraficing the teacher for the greatest good and protection of the planet.
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