Food of the gods by Paris

My favourite meal would be a chicken dinner, because I love all of the things that are put onto the meal. If my mum asks me: “What would you like for dinner?” I say: "Chicken dinner because it’s my favourite!"

Smell

I can smell the gravy sizzling and the food smells like my dream dinner.

Look

I can see the heat of the chicken flying up into the air.

Taste

I can taste the best thing in the world. The roasting chicken is very tasty.

Feel

I can feel the soft mashed-potato with the burning hot gravy.

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.

Describing the Lost Thing by Paris

I was strolling the streets as usual, collecting my bottle tops. Until I wandered onto the dirtiest beach in my city. I found this strange looking thing, which everybody acted like they did not notice. All of the people were just doing what they normally do.  I didn’t know if I should be looking at this weird thing just sat on the beach like this. I only found it because of its long, red bell. As I listened to the doors slamming on it, legs started to pop out. It stood up, all of the doors were opening and two unusual arms popped out. The metal thing kicked out a ball; I was very confused. I caught the round ball and suddenly it started to jump around waiting for me to throw the ball back to it. 

The Late night Supermarket by Paris

“I’m starving!” Moaned Lucas, playing with his £50 toy tractor. Alright let’s go to the supermarket then, “But it’s a bit late isn’t it.” Answered his dad. “I am hungry, let’s go now!” Groaned Lucas. Lucas is so spoilt he gets anything he wants so his dad replied “Ok then.”
Lying on all of the posh chairs in the huge limo, Lucas was thinking what he wanted out of the Supermarket; because he knew that he could get whatever he wants. When they got to the supermarket Lucas jumped out of the shiny limo and slammed the door. When they reached the supermarket door Lucas’s dad walked to go and get a huge trolley because he knew Lucas will get nearly everything in the shop. Lucas’s dad decided that he could get some shopping off his list whilst he was there.
Lucas’s dad picked up the first item off of his list, whilst Lucas got his toys. When his dad picked up the milk, something strange happened the milk started to sing and dance to its own tune. “Milk, milk, milk.” Sang the milk. He thought he just imagined it, so he carried on shopping. Around the corners he goes. The milk kept on saying “weeeeeeeeee.” It repeated every corner it went around.” Something strange has happened to this shop.” Dad said. What will the people at the till say to this?