Dear diary,
Today I was told we are moving house for the new baby. When we started moving all of are things out I felt very upset that we were going to move out of the area. When everything was packed up, we started to drive to the house, my mum told me, “You will still be able to see your friends at school.”
My dad pulled up at the new house and it was a dump. I told my dad that it looks like it is going to fall down. He then replied, “Nothing is going to fall down.” Suddenly the sold sign fell!
We walked into the house and cobwebs were everywhere, dust was all over and it stunk. I HATED IT! I looked all around the house and I was hoping to find a nice room to be mine. As I wandered up the stairs, there was an attic type of room it was horrible. Out of nowhere a gigantic crow flew in the house. It sat on a rusty seat and looked around. When it flew out, I ran down stairs
I asked my mum and dad, “Why isn’t the toilet in the toilet.”
My dad said, "It’s because the old man who used used live here couldn’t walk very well." He then said, “The poor man died here.”
After a few minutes had passed I said “I want the room next to the toilet.”
Mum said, "We thought you would like the top room, because need the other room for the baby.”
I went up to my horrid room and jumped like crazy. When dad came up he told me to stop.
Friday 19 May 2017
Skellig Short Story by Kiefer
After climbing and climbing, the boy stood there on what looked like a man made tall stone structure. With the horde of starlings above him feathers fell over him as the starlings put on a little display. Paying no attention to the starlings, the boy stood on the edge of it.
He had been through a lot, he moved house, the house was terrible, someone died there, and terrible things happened to him in the house and it was all the baby’s fault. His parents didn’t make it, neither the stupid baby. And that all happened when he got home from school, and school was bad enough.
He believed if what he was told in that house was true, and if he had a purpose in life or not. He raised his arms in the air, getting ready to jump off the tall structure. Below the structure was a deep sea ,and the structure was pretty tall, along with the cliff he was jumping off, the cliff was even taller than the structure, the impact had to be hard.
With his nose bleeding and scratches and scars on his chin and eye brows, he hesitated, in his mind he was thinking, do I really want to do this, he got that thought out of his head when he remembered what happened. It was time to find out if he had a purpose in life. He raised his arms again, does he have a purpose in life? You’re about to find out…
Michael's Diary by Paris
Dear Diary,
I got home from school, when my mum and dad were packing all of my belongings into my suitcase. I didn’t know what was going on, but I went along with it. My dad said that we are moving house, and that I would make lots of new friends where we were going. He asked me to help put the suitcases into the van, as my mum was pregnant. This leads to if my dad wants anything he always asked me!
After that, we headed towards the motorway with all of our things crammed in the back of the van. On the way I was thinking about what the new house would look like; I was kind of hoping that it would be like a palace and nice and clean. We drove into a thin little road and I realised that beside the road there was a sign on saying Falconer Road.
I jumped out of the van, and then I saw the worst house I had ever seen in my whole entire world. My dad seemed quite impressed with the house, but my mum didn’t really look happy. It looked like it was about to fall down it was really crooked.
I got home from school, when my mum and dad were packing all of my belongings into my suitcase. I didn’t know what was going on, but I went along with it. My dad said that we are moving house, and that I would make lots of new friends where we were going. He asked me to help put the suitcases into the van, as my mum was pregnant. This leads to if my dad wants anything he always asked me!
After that, we headed towards the motorway with all of our things crammed in the back of the van. On the way I was thinking about what the new house would look like; I was kind of hoping that it would be like a palace and nice and clean. We drove into a thin little road and I realised that beside the road there was a sign on saying Falconer Road.
I jumped out of the van, and then I saw the worst house I had ever seen in my whole entire world. My dad seemed quite impressed with the house, but my mum didn’t really look happy. It looked like it was about to fall down it was really crooked.
Michael's Diary by Frankie
Dear Diary,
Today has been horrible, I woke up ready to move house, and I had my bags prepared. I walked into the kitchen to see mum outside on the balcony watching dad moving my things, I didn’t want to move from here because it was a perfect place, but I had no choice since the baby was on its way and we wouldn’t have any space for all of us.
I asked mum if she was coming to the moving van because it was time to go, and I might as well have looked like I wanted to go at least. We went down to the van and dad looked really happy about the house I had a little hope that it would be good.
Me, mum and dad got into the van and started driving towards the new house. I thought the house was going to be absolutely amazing, but I was wrong.
Today has been horrible, I woke up ready to move house, and I had my bags prepared. I walked into the kitchen to see mum outside on the balcony watching dad moving my things, I didn’t want to move from here because it was a perfect place, but I had no choice since the baby was on its way and we wouldn’t have any space for all of us.
I asked mum if she was coming to the moving van because it was time to go, and I might as well have looked like I wanted to go at least. We went down to the van and dad looked really happy about the house I had a little hope that it would be good.
Me, mum and dad got into the van and started driving towards the new house. I thought the house was going to be absolutely amazing, but I was wrong.
Michael's Diary by Molly
Dear Diary,
As a new day comes it’s time to move to my new home. My mum and dad have finished packing and now we make our journey to Falconer Road. The only reason that we have to move is because I will have a baby sibling soon and there’s no room left at my old house. I am already starting to hate my baby brother or sister. MY LIFE IS RUINED!
After about an hour (it felt like) we arrived. Here we were. I got out of the van and looked up it was the ugliest looking home I had ever seen! Then my dad said to me, “What do you think son?”
I hesitated and stayed quiet then said. “Um it looks like the whole thing will fall down.”
And guess what happened the ‘AUCTION’ sign fell down. I knew something would. I may have tried to blow it down! Told you ‘KIDS KNOW BEST!’
As we walked inside there was a chair lifter thing (that get elderly people upstairs). As mum gives Dad her special plant....
As a new day comes it’s time to move to my new home. My mum and dad have finished packing and now we make our journey to Falconer Road. The only reason that we have to move is because I will have a baby sibling soon and there’s no room left at my old house. I am already starting to hate my baby brother or sister. MY LIFE IS RUINED!
After about an hour (it felt like) we arrived. Here we were. I got out of the van and looked up it was the ugliest looking home I had ever seen! Then my dad said to me, “What do you think son?”
I hesitated and stayed quiet then said. “Um it looks like the whole thing will fall down.”
As we walked inside there was a chair lifter thing (that get elderly people upstairs). As mum gives Dad her special plant....
Thursday 18 May 2017
Michael's Diary by Lisa
Dear Diary,
I was just at home today, like I am every Saturday morning, when mum and dad told me that we are moving house. And even worse, TODAY! We are only moving house because apparently, “there won’t be enough room for all four of us.” And by ‘all four of us’ she means: Me, mum, dad and my new sibling. Yes, my mum is pregnant with a little sibling who is going to take all of my attention away from me!
So me and dad were moving things into our van so that we can take it all to the house, Dad seemed extremely excited but to be honest I’m not entirely sure why. We lived in a massive flat, and now he wants to move us to a stupid little cottage, with our stupid little baby. Mum keeps saying, “This will be better for us because remember your new family member!”
We got into our brand-new, bright blue van and started driving to the house. On the way I tried to look on the bright side, let me see: I’m moving away from ALL of my friends, I’m getting a stupid new sibling, this sibling is ruining my life and apparently, this place is in the middle of nowhere! There's absolutely nothing good that is going to come out of moving to this place!
We finally got there, (after like FOREVER, which just shows you how far away from everything, including my old house, it is) Dad got me and mum out the van before showing us his ‘new’ grotty house. It’s a dump!! I can’t live here! It’s so stupid that it looks like it is about to collapse! There is no way that any of us can survive in this place for a day and none of us have actually been in it yet, even the baby won’t survive and they are lucky because they can’t see it yet. I can’t believe this! The walls are rotting; the doors and windows are stained! NO WAY!
We went inside the house and it stunk! I went upstairs and looked around, the attic was awesome! It had dust, cobwebs and spider webs all over it! Including Spiders! YESSS!
I was just at home today, like I am every Saturday morning, when mum and dad told me that we are moving house. And even worse, TODAY! We are only moving house because apparently, “there won’t be enough room for all four of us.” And by ‘all four of us’ she means: Me, mum, dad and my new sibling. Yes, my mum is pregnant with a little sibling who is going to take all of my attention away from me!
So me and dad were moving things into our van so that we can take it all to the house, Dad seemed extremely excited but to be honest I’m not entirely sure why. We lived in a massive flat, and now he wants to move us to a stupid little cottage, with our stupid little baby. Mum keeps saying, “This will be better for us because remember your new family member!”
We got into our brand-new, bright blue van and started driving to the house. On the way I tried to look on the bright side, let me see: I’m moving away from ALL of my friends, I’m getting a stupid new sibling, this sibling is ruining my life and apparently, this place is in the middle of nowhere! There's absolutely nothing good that is going to come out of moving to this place!
We finally got there, (after like FOREVER, which just shows you how far away from everything, including my old house, it is) Dad got me and mum out the van before showing us his ‘new’ grotty house. It’s a dump!! I can’t live here! It’s so stupid that it looks like it is about to collapse! There is no way that any of us can survive in this place for a day and none of us have actually been in it yet, even the baby won’t survive and they are lucky because they can’t see it yet. I can’t believe this! The walls are rotting; the doors and windows are stained! NO WAY!
We went inside the house and it stunk! I went upstairs and looked around, the attic was awesome! It had dust, cobwebs and spider webs all over it! Including Spiders! YESSS!
Skellig (opening) by Mia
Running as fast and far from Hard Grove School as he could, Henry took a trip to the ground, Right before him stood two men. They pulled him up so he was stood on his feet but they weren’t helping him. One by one they threw punches until Henry’s nose started to bleed. The two men pushed Henry over and rapidly ran.
Henry picked himself up, his face was a small wreck and he had a scratch on his chin soon to become a graze and dry blood in the space between his left nostril and top lip. He ran again until he came to this unusual cliff. Henry stood there thinking what to do.
As he stood there, he thought about his life. No one cared for him, well at least that’s what he thought. In his head his thoughts kept on changing from whether to jump up to stay in his wretched life.
Henry picked himself up, his face was a small wreck and he had a scratch on his chin soon to become a graze and dry blood in the space between his left nostril and top lip. He ran again until he came to this unusual cliff. Henry stood there thinking what to do.
As he stood there, he thought about his life. No one cared for him, well at least that’s what he thought. In his head his thoughts kept on changing from whether to jump up to stay in his wretched life.
Michael's diary by William
Dear diary,
Today I was told that we are moving out of the flat. When I was at school I was worried that I wouldn’t see my friends. When I got home my mum told me that I had to help them move all of the furniture and toys. When we finished moving stuff in the van I got in and sat in the middle and put my hood up and just looked down.
When we arrived my dad was so happy but when I saw the house me and my mum were not impressed. It looked like it was going to fall down - I think the vines are still keeping it up. I was going to say it was the baby’s fault but I held that in and looked sad. When I went in, I went straight up to the top there was a window but it was broken and a bird flew in. It was going crazy it made me jump. It looked at me then flew out.
I went down stairs and my dad told me something I asked if I could have the room next to the bathroom he said no. So I went upstairs and sat on my bed and wrote this diary.
Today I was told that we are moving out of the flat. When I was at school I was worried that I wouldn’t see my friends. When I got home my mum told me that I had to help them move all of the furniture and toys. When we finished moving stuff in the van I got in and sat in the middle and put my hood up and just looked down.
When we arrived my dad was so happy but when I saw the house me and my mum were not impressed. It looked like it was going to fall down - I think the vines are still keeping it up. I was going to say it was the baby’s fault but I held that in and looked sad. When I went in, I went straight up to the top there was a window but it was broken and a bird flew in. It was going crazy it made me jump. It looked at me then flew out.
I went down stairs and my dad told me something I asked if I could have the room next to the bathroom he said no. So I went upstairs and sat on my bed and wrote this diary.
Skellig (opening) by Sophie
My life is a misery; I thought I was just having a bad time at school, but no. Mum and dad keep arguing all the time and then shouting at me, it’s unbelievable. I hate getting out of the house and going to school early but I couldn’t stand another second with my parents.
I was trying to walk to school as slowly as possible because I knew the bullies would be waiting for me. Suddenly, I saw Sam (one of the bullies) watching my every step from behind a bush so, I ran as fast as I could, which is not very long through a shortcut I know.
As I was running I could hear Sam and the others all shouting “Get him, get him!” so I ran even faster than I ever had before but all of a sudden I missed my step and thundered head first to the floor. I could hear Sam and his mates walking towards me laughing really hard at me, but that was until I started getting up, when they grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I cried out for help but those shouts made them kick me and punch me even harder until everything suddenly blacked out.
I woke up feeling dizzy and not knowing where I was, it looked like a broken tower from an ancient castle. It reminded me of when my parents were happy together and used to bring me up here. Just then a random thought came to me, maybe I don’t deserve this life I have never done anything bad.
I jumped. Suddenly, instead of going down I grew wings and started flying.
Michael's Diary by Dalton
Dear Diary,
Today we moved to a new house down Falconer Street. I wasn’t looking forward to moving but when we turned up; I wanted to go back to our old flat near my school.
When I got inside, I had a look around my dad was so amazed but I wasn’t. When I got upstairs to the attic I was shocked how many cobwebs there were. There was a window missing from the room and there was a dark orange cloth hanging on a railing. When I pulled it down there was a black crow screeching across the attic, so I ran to the edge of the stair hoping it would fly out and then it flew to its nest.
When I was walking downstairs, my dad told me a story about the old man that lived here before us. He told us he died whilst sitting on the toilet and then said it was a joke but then my dad said he died by drinking beer in his kitchen and then he collapsed and it smelt like old socks and rotten fish down the street.
I said to my mum, “Can I have the room next to the toilet please?”
My mum said, “No I am using it for the new baby.”
Dad said “You can have the one upstairs so you can have more privacy” so I went off stamping upstairs and having a tantrum because I didn’t get my room that I wanted. I went and lay on my mattress and relaxed and the dad came up and said, “Can you help move the stuff because I don’t want your mum to move anything,” so I went downstairs and helped.
Today we moved to a new house down Falconer Street. I wasn’t looking forward to moving but when we turned up; I wanted to go back to our old flat near my school.
When I got inside, I had a look around my dad was so amazed but I wasn’t. When I got upstairs to the attic I was shocked how many cobwebs there were. There was a window missing from the room and there was a dark orange cloth hanging on a railing. When I pulled it down there was a black crow screeching across the attic, so I ran to the edge of the stair hoping it would fly out and then it flew to its nest.
When I was walking downstairs, my dad told me a story about the old man that lived here before us. He told us he died whilst sitting on the toilet and then said it was a joke but then my dad said he died by drinking beer in his kitchen and then he collapsed and it smelt like old socks and rotten fish down the street.
I said to my mum, “Can I have the room next to the toilet please?”
My mum said, “No I am using it for the new baby.”
Dad said “You can have the one upstairs so you can have more privacy” so I went off stamping upstairs and having a tantrum because I didn’t get my room that I wanted. I went and lay on my mattress and relaxed and the dad came up and said, “Can you help move the stuff because I don’t want your mum to move anything,” so I went downstairs and helped.
Michael's Diary by Tyler S
Dear Diary,
Today, was without a doubt the worst.
At about 10AM this morning, I just got told that we are moving house. Even though mum did say that I will still see all my friends at school, it just won’t be the same. The reason why we are moving away from a perfectly fine flat, is because of this baby that mum is supposed to have.
So we moved all of our stuff – which wasn’t much – into a transit van that dad hired for the day.
The journey there I thought was way longer than the hour it should be. But that might just have been me because it was awfully boring cooped up in the middle of the van and we were on the motorway, so it might have just been me imagining it. We stopped down this road called `Falconer Road`. Dad seemed overly excited about this, “Amazing new house!” Mum didn’t look as enthusiastic as dad, but tried to show a smile.
“Ta, da, da, daaa!” Dad cried, as he gestured his hands towards the house, “what do you think?”
I was absolutely speechless. I had to say my most honest answer, so I replied “It looks like it’s about to fall over.”
Dad reassured that the house wouldn’t fall down, but I still wasn’t convinced.
Michael's Diary by Kaci-Shaye
Dear Diary,
Today I got home from school and dad was packing up all our belongings and then putting it in a blue, small van. I wasn’t happy at all I loved my home, my school and all my friends. My dad asked me to help him take my mattress into the van. I asked dad why we are moving. He replied because ‘We live in a tiny flat and we have a baby coming, also we have a lot of neighbours that will complain about the baby.’ We all got buckled up and set off.
As we was travelling to our new house I saw a lot of starlings (well I think it was starlings) flying above in the grey sky. I moved side to side to get comfy in the dusty, old van. We drove into a little street called Falconer Road.
I jumped out of the van in excitement when I looked up my feelings fell into the ground. It was a disaster; it looked like Spiderman decorated it for his 5th birthday. It looked like it was built in the 1800's. Dad thought it was amazing, mum was impressed but not that much, anyway the house looked it was a dump.
Today I got home from school and dad was packing up all our belongings and then putting it in a blue, small van. I wasn’t happy at all I loved my home, my school and all my friends. My dad asked me to help him take my mattress into the van. I asked dad why we are moving. He replied because ‘We live in a tiny flat and we have a baby coming, also we have a lot of neighbours that will complain about the baby.’ We all got buckled up and set off.
As we was travelling to our new house I saw a lot of starlings (well I think it was starlings) flying above in the grey sky. I moved side to side to get comfy in the dusty, old van. We drove into a little street called Falconer Road.
I jumped out of the van in excitement when I looked up my feelings fell into the ground. It was a disaster; it looked like Spiderman decorated it for his 5th birthday. It looked like it was built in the 1800's. Dad thought it was amazing, mum was impressed but not that much, anyway the house looked it was a dump.
Michael's Diary by Harry
Dear Diary,
My day has been rubbish! I’ve moved from a two star flat to a zero star house which someone’s died in. If you step on the carpet a mist of dust comes up in your face and anywhere you go cobwebs are all over you.
We started moving about 6:30 in the morning and my arms are still aching from moving my heavy lamp down three flights of stairs. I’m sick and tired about everyone going on about the baby.
“Can we go and get that football I wanted from the store today Mum?.”
“No because we are going equipment shopping for the baby.”
SEE!!
Finally, we were all ready to go so we got in the hire van. I really miss that place but Mum said you can still see your friends and go to the same school but we just live in a different place.
It was a 20 minute drive from our flat so it would take a while to get to school. Dad pulled up near the new house and he was ....
My day has been rubbish! I’ve moved from a two star flat to a zero star house which someone’s died in. If you step on the carpet a mist of dust comes up in your face and anywhere you go cobwebs are all over you.
We started moving about 6:30 in the morning and my arms are still aching from moving my heavy lamp down three flights of stairs. I’m sick and tired about everyone going on about the baby.
“Can we go and get that football I wanted from the store today Mum?.”
“No because we are going equipment shopping for the baby.”
SEE!!
Finally, we were all ready to go so we got in the hire van. I really miss that place but Mum said you can still see your friends and go to the same school but we just live in a different place.
It was a 20 minute drive from our flat so it would take a while to get to school. Dad pulled up near the new house and he was ....
Michael's Diary by Anesha
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning feeling good, until my mum and dad told me that we were moving houses because my mum was pregnant and was having a baby soon and the flat was not big enough so we need a house.
So we had to take all our stuff down the stairs and because mum couldn’t do it I had to do everything that dad asked me to do. Getting down the stairs felt like 14 hours but really it wasn’t. When we got it all downstairs we put it in the van and I put my seat belt on and off we went. When we got there the name of the road was Falconer Road. It was like half an hour away from my friends and my school.
We get out of the van and I was nervous to see what the house looked like. Hopefully it was nice maybe it was a mansion you never know. We got out the van and I was ready to see my new house I saw it and I was shocked how they can have picked this awful house it looked like it was going to fall down it was disgusting what kind of person would have lived in this house.
My dad asked me if I like it. I didn’t answer...
I woke up this morning feeling good, until my mum and dad told me that we were moving houses because my mum was pregnant and was having a baby soon and the flat was not big enough so we need a house.
So we had to take all our stuff down the stairs and because mum couldn’t do it I had to do everything that dad asked me to do. Getting down the stairs felt like 14 hours but really it wasn’t. When we got it all downstairs we put it in the van and I put my seat belt on and off we went. When we got there the name of the road was Falconer Road. It was like half an hour away from my friends and my school.
We get out of the van and I was nervous to see what the house looked like. Hopefully it was nice maybe it was a mansion you never know. We got out the van and I was ready to see my new house I saw it and I was shocked how they can have picked this awful house it looked like it was going to fall down it was disgusting what kind of person would have lived in this house.
My dad asked me if I like it. I didn’t answer...
Michael's Diary by Isabelle
Dear Diary,
Horrible. Just horrible. I can’t that this actually happened to me. It’s all because of this baby as well, the baby is not even here yet and I’m already annoyed with it.
So today was as usual. I went to school, I had lessons, and I had a math test today. Then I went home after that (again as usual) but when I got home my parents had a ‘huge surprise’ for me. At first I had my usual thought of when Dad says it’s a ‘huge surprise’ it’s not that big of a deal but little did I know that this surprise was more like bad news. “We know we’ve told you this a bit late but…” Dad paused, “We’re moving house!”
I was speechless, and not in a good way. This was the worst ‘huge surprise’ Dad has ever given me.
A few seconds later, Mum said, “Don’t worry you’ll have you own room at least.”
I replied “But when are we moving?”
They looked at each other then back at me. “Now!”
About half an hour later, all of our stuff was in the van and Mum was still trying to convince me that moving is going to be better for me. “You’ll still get to see your friends; you’re not moving school remember.” she explained but I ignored her and climbed into the van. Car journeys are fun but when the place you’re going to is the place you’re staying they end up being so boring.
The journey seemed to go on forever but then we finally arrived. I know I shouldn’t really say this but this baby has ruined my life. If it wasn’t for this baby I would still have been living at the apartment with my family, happily. We all got out of the van and of course the first thing that Mum picks out is her beloved plant and plant pot that her grandmother had given her when she was my age. Anyway about the house. “Tardar!” Dad shouted and trust me the house was nothing to be proud of.
Skellig (opening) by Jessica
I got beaten last night by my dad again. He only beats me when he drinks at the pub across the road. When he started, I used to cry for days and days and the marks were terrible. He usually only does it on Fridays so that it will heal over the weekend. When the beatings were really bad they would last until Monday. I know it’s hard to believe that my body heals so fast but I have got special powers.
Whenever I have time, I try to see what else I can do. I go to school and do lots of clubs to stay away from home as much as possible. My mum is starting to beat me too so there is really no point in staying home. I hate them and I want to see what I can do about it. Maybe these powers could teach them a lesson but I don’t know.
My parents really don’t care about me but I have realised that if I run away then that would be teaching them a lesson because they cannot use me as a punch bag. I forgot to mention that my dad is giving my mum lessons to learn how to give me scars. My mum can’t give me scars yet but she soon will be able to.
I don’t cry anymore because I realised that they like it when I cry. I try to make them find no joy in beating me but it is hard. My powers could help me run away and I could start a new life. I was thinking of Florida as they would never be able to afford going there but I don’t really like the pictures I’ve seen.
I would have to have powers to fly but I don’t know. There have been signs that I can fly but I’d have to try it out.
I have decided to try jumping off the cliff near our school. After all, I’ve got nothing to lose. If I fall then I would die but it wouldn’t matter. If it worked then that would be a bonus.
Skellig (opening) by Cloud
The evening started off with a harmless game of Truth or Dare, or so I thought it was. The dares were mediocre but soon things started to get very dangerous, quickly.
Why am I playing this game? What am I doing with these people? Were the thoughts that kept popping into my mind, I could be at home playing with my baby sister. I always seem to find trouble I just can’t help it; it’s in my nature. Why did I have to intervene when one very frightened kid was dared (more like forced) to jump off Skellig Cliff? There was a reason it was called ‘Skellig Cliff’ it was because so many people had died by jumping off it, the sea beneath was full of skeletons; some jumped for dares others to commit suicide. I went up to the kid who dared her and started arguing with them. Stupid, stupid me! That was mistake number one. I ended up getting beaten and thrown to the floor that was when I cut my eyebrow. Warm, fresh blood was running down from my nose. My head hurt so much that I felt dizzy. Why did I decide to do the dare for her? I just can’t mind my own business. Mistake number two.
I couldn’t believe I was standing near the edge of Skellig Cliff about to jump into the cold sea beneath me. Just looking down makes me feel sick. If I jump it will probably be the impact that kills me or I will crack open my head on a rock. I wonder which would be a better way to die. Oh no! I can hear them shouting “Jump!”.Skellig (opening) by Rhianna
I looked down at the mysterious murky-blue water below. I am literally the unluckiest boy on the planet. All my ancestors are suicidal. I was born to a hippie dad who does bad jokes all of the time, and my mother embarrasses me 24/7. Both of them met here, considering jumping off this ancient, abandoned turret. It brings peace to me now, knowing that they met here, and now I’m alive.
I am not usually this depressed. It’s just that we’ve moved house, and I now have the neighbour from hell: my future self. Nobody actually knows this, of course, except me. I am his splitting image. He has my grey eyes and a sense of trouble about him. I happen to like trouble.
I can’t help but doing bad things. Getting into a ‘heated discussion’ about racism with my PHSE teacher may not have been one of my smartest moves (I sort of got him kicked out of school because I annoyed him so much that he slapped me), but hey, I had a lot to learn since yesterday. Yes. That happened yesterday.
Anyway. The reason I am here is because my family have announced some news. I’m having a new baby sibling. Great. Now my life isn’t even worth living. I have always told myself that I wouldn’t let myself be like my relatives, that I wouldn’t jump off the turret, like all my ancestors did. This house has been in the family for ages. We only moved here because my last relative jumped down. I don’t even know how he managed to jump. He was ninety.
I might jump off here. Why am I living anyway? I’m going to die anyway, so I have nothing to lose. My whole family tree is heaped down there, generation after generation of hysterical people; suicidal cases.
Wait, should I?
Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No.
As the feathers from the starling murmuration fall down, I make my final decision.
SPLASH!
Skellig Diary Entry by Tyler W
Dear Diary,
Today was a mix up of all emotions; it felt like someone had grabbed: fear ,sadness, happiness and my dad’s lame jokes into a blender; blended everything. Then fed it to me as the worst day of my life.
It all started when we began leaving our old flat, flat 984D Crimson House, Gullig Avenue in my town, we had to lug a lot of furniture down all eight flights of stairs so we were very tired. We dragged everything from my mattress to mum's old plant.
My dad said that the move was for the best and that the flat was too small especially now we are having the baby. Of course we couldn’t have a single conversation without dragging that stupid baby in to it. Honestly that boring baby has been in the lime-light for the last five months and it will be in it for the rest of my life. Every inch of that ride to the new house felt like a mile, all I could think of is how much I would miss all my friends and the area I lived in. I knew it would be hard but that really proved it.
When we finally arrived on Falconer Road my dad was all excited. Which kind of passed it on to me and mum but for the way dad was, anyone would have thought he had bought the house Jamie Lavolorala lived in. Me and my mum were ready to see the house of our lives but what we did see, is what we didn’t see coming.
Stood before our eyes was a run-down terrible old structure, Stig of the Dump lived in a nicer dump than it. There was an old rickety fence hanging on by one hinge. Just beyond the fence was an overgrown garden that had longer grass than the Amazon jungle. The house its self was covered in mould and moss. There were windows missing and bricks crumbling and we couldn’t see the rest of the house due to the overgrown leaves, branches, bushes and trees. I said that it looks like the house was about to fall down (and it did look like it was).
When we had climbed through the dirty garden and arrived inside, I started to explore. The whole house was tatty and disgusting. There was a toilet in the lounge and I asked dad and that was an opportunity for him to use one of his jokes. Dad said that the old man couldn’t move and needed a toilet near him (that part is true) but then he had to say that he died on it as well (that part was false and not funny) Mum did say that he died in the kitchen though. I wasn’t sure how to reply to that. I asked if I could have the room next to the bathroom but the baby had to have that room mum said. Stupid thing! After that I came to the rickety room dad said was mine and came to write this.
My dad needs me to help him with some more furniture now so that’s it for today.
Bye diary
Today was a mix up of all emotions; it felt like someone had grabbed: fear ,sadness, happiness and my dad’s lame jokes into a blender; blended everything. Then fed it to me as the worst day of my life.
It all started when we began leaving our old flat, flat 984D Crimson House, Gullig Avenue in my town, we had to lug a lot of furniture down all eight flights of stairs so we were very tired. We dragged everything from my mattress to mum's old plant.
My dad said that the move was for the best and that the flat was too small especially now we are having the baby. Of course we couldn’t have a single conversation without dragging that stupid baby in to it. Honestly that boring baby has been in the lime-light for the last five months and it will be in it for the rest of my life. Every inch of that ride to the new house felt like a mile, all I could think of is how much I would miss all my friends and the area I lived in. I knew it would be hard but that really proved it.
When we finally arrived on Falconer Road my dad was all excited. Which kind of passed it on to me and mum but for the way dad was, anyone would have thought he had bought the house Jamie Lavolorala lived in. Me and my mum were ready to see the house of our lives but what we did see, is what we didn’t see coming.
When we had climbed through the dirty garden and arrived inside, I started to explore. The whole house was tatty and disgusting. There was a toilet in the lounge and I asked dad and that was an opportunity for him to use one of his jokes. Dad said that the old man couldn’t move and needed a toilet near him (that part is true) but then he had to say that he died on it as well (that part was false and not funny) Mum did say that he died in the kitchen though. I wasn’t sure how to reply to that. I asked if I could have the room next to the bathroom but the baby had to have that room mum said. Stupid thing! After that I came to the rickety room dad said was mine and came to write this.
My dad needs me to help him with some more furniture now so that’s it for today.
Bye diary
Skellig story by Finley
A boy named Michael had been having a terrible day. There had been men watching him at school, when he noticed them, he started running but they were chasing after him because he did something that made them despise him.
Michael had been running in and out of very dark forests. When he stopped to catch a breath, he turned around to see them a few metres away; he sprinted to another forest and started meandering through the old, rotten trees until he came to a halt.
Michael had found a huge crater in the ground with mass of water at the bottom. He walked over to a strange abandoned tower and just looked down. When he turned around to see where they were, he saw them aiming a gun at him, at that moment he heard a gunshot.
One of the men fell to the ground but it made the boy so scared that he jumped off.
Mid-fall he felt his back deforming.
When he was about to hit the water, he stopped falling and floated back up to ground level.
He looked at his back and noticed that there where wings on his back. When he was flying home he started going very quickly and then he realised that he had super speed as well.
When he got home, he landed and his wings disappeared. When he ran inside he told his parents and they were amazed.
Michael had been running in and out of very dark forests. When he stopped to catch a breath, he turned around to see them a few metres away; he sprinted to another forest and started meandering through the old, rotten trees until he came to a halt.
Michael had found a huge crater in the ground with mass of water at the bottom. He walked over to a strange abandoned tower and just looked down. When he turned around to see where they were, he saw them aiming a gun at him, at that moment he heard a gunshot.
One of the men fell to the ground but it made the boy so scared that he jumped off.
Mid-fall he felt his back deforming.
When he was about to hit the water, he stopped falling and floated back up to ground level.
He looked at his back and noticed that there where wings on his back. When he was flying home he started going very quickly and then he realised that he had super speed as well.
When he got home, he landed and his wings disappeared. When he ran inside he told his parents and they were amazed.
Skellig (opening) by Kirsten
The boy raced past me, barging through the many people in the Friday night rush. He looked lonely and lost, so I decided to follow him: just to make sure he was alright. Whether this was the right idea or not, I don’t know?
I crept up closer to him every time he slowed down to see if he was alright, but as soon as he slowed down he raced off again; each time quicker than the last.
One time I heard him murmuring about him being bullied at school. I felt sympathetic for him. Everyone feels the pain of a school bully. Anyway, he kept running on and on, not stopping once unless he had to.
The one time he did stop was when a paving slab slipped down when he stood on it and he tripped. He hit his nose: it started bleeding immediately after. I bent down to ask him if he was alright, but he got straight up and rushed away.
Obviously I followed him, and that’s how I ended up here. On the castle ruins that overlook the sea.
I stood behind the crumbling ruins, peeping beside them to see his every action.
I gasped. He was positioning himself as if he was going to dive off the edge. Surely he wouldn’t jump off, would he?
He had family at home didn’t he? My brain flashed back to when he was running. He mumbled something about a bully. The bully hadn’t made him want to commit suicide and jump off the edge and kill himself, had it? He stumbled around and prepared himself to jump. I called out for him to stop, but he didn’t listen. Was he going to jump? The question reoccurred every second in my mind. Was he going to die?
But then my questions ended. He jumped off the edge, into the silky, blue water…
He was gone. I felt so guilty.
Why hadn’t I saved him?
Why did I let him go?
SKELLIG (opening) by Tia A
There the boy was, standing in the dark gloomy playground with a bunch of bullies around him. After the argument, they had become abusive - the bullies kicked and punched and gave him a nose bleed.
With the hurt inside the boy, he ran, not just running around having fun. He ran and ran fast out of his primary school.
After the boy had run for miles, he stopped at an old ancient ruin which was hanging off a tall cliff and below it was a deep dark blue lake.
The boy walked closer and placed his toes at the very edge. He raised both his arms up like he was going to dive in but he was swaying slowly backwards and forwards.
Surely he must have had questions in his head saying,
“Do I really want my life to be ended?”
“Am I sure I want to jump and be gone forever!”
“Shall I just forget about it and hope that everything will be ok?”
After of rocking for ages, the boy crouched down and …
With the hurt inside the boy, he ran, not just running around having fun. He ran and ran fast out of his primary school.
After the boy had run for miles, he stopped at an old ancient ruin which was hanging off a tall cliff and below it was a deep dark blue lake.
The boy walked closer and placed his toes at the very edge. He raised both his arms up like he was going to dive in but he was swaying slowly backwards and forwards.
Surely he must have had questions in his head saying,
“Do I really want my life to be ended?”
“Am I sure I want to jump and be gone forever!”
“Shall I just forget about it and hope that everything will be ok?”
After of rocking for ages, the boy crouched down and …
Wednesday 17 May 2017
Skellig diary entry by Jack S
I was having a great day when, out of the blue, we suddenly had to move house because there’s a baby coming! It’s all the stupid baby’s fault, that’s the reason we’re moving out!
Once I had packed my things, we finally got to see the house, we drove off and, guess what? It’s a dump! It looks like it could fall down at any second, it probably will, I’m expecting it to anyway.
The baby hasn’t even been born yet and I already hate it, I didn’t get the room I wanted because of it and I’ve had to move house because of it, it’s ruined my life! My bedroom is in the attic, my window doesn’t even have glass in it! Just a gaping hole! Doesn’t help that a fat crow flew in, dad’s temper hasn’t gotten any better either.
There is also a mysterious shed in, what I’m assuming, the back garden, I don’t care if there are just garden tools, I’m going to find out what’s in there!
Michael's Diary by Olivia
Today was the worst day of my life I got told that we're moving!! So on the way to ‘the new house’ mum and dad were talking about how everything is going to be perfect with the new baby and everything. I already hate this baby its ruining everything. When we finally get to the house dad's face lit up like he’s eating a big mac from McDonalds.
The house is horrible it looks like its going to fall down. When we actually get into the house after walking through the jungle that’s outside of our ‘lovely house’ as dad likes to call it.
SKELLIG (opening) by Kaycee
There he was, sick of being tortured. All of his life he dealt with being bullied and abused and now he just wanted to die.
He stood at the edge of the ancient ruins…
Max was just about to leave school he put his trainers on, so his shoes didn’t get dirty and he put his bag on. Max was walking home peacefully until he saw James. James was Max’s bully. Max tried to ignore James by walking in another direction, it didn’t work. James ran up to Max and started to hit him and scratch him, James also took Max’s bag and everything that was in it.
Max was frightened and shocked the only place he thought he would be safe if the ‘ancient ruins’. Max loved to go there because it was one of his mum's favourite places, until she died.
Max stood at the edge of the ruins looking over the azure coloured water. He stared to question his life choices to live or die. He chose to DIE! He put his arms up as if he was going to dive in to the water; the thing is… he cannot swim. Max didn’t care that he couldn’t swim he just wanted his life to be over.
Max again was getting his arms ready to dive, he stepped back in fear. Did he really want to die? Max stepped forward again looking over water. He closed his eyes….. HE JUMPED!
Skellig (opening) by Tia M
I had blood running down my nose and my head was bleeding because on the way up I bashed my head. When I got up to the top I looked over the edge and this crumbled old rock I kicked fell into the lake and it was really low down it was a wrecked sculpture and there were rocks pocking out and it was really dangerous and then I heard someone shouting my name but I thought it was just in my head.
I stood on the edge of the cliff with my toes hanging over the edge and I looked down and I was pretty scared but I raised my hands took a deep breath and before I jumped someone shouted my name so I stopped lowered my hands and turned around but there was no one there so I turned and raised my hands again and took a deep breath and I made a decision and jumped.
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