Missing Person Reports

After watching 'Alma' we had a go at writing missing person newspaper reports. (Click on any of the pieces of work to zoom in)

Molly's Work

Cloud's Work

Ava's Work

                                     

Isabelle's Work

Lisa's Work

Tia M's Work

Tyler S's  Work

Our Newspaper

Over the last week or so we have been creating our own newspaper.

You can read our efforts by clicking here

Alien Life Form Report (Homework) by Kirsten

I travelled to Saturn to find life there. As the average temperature is -147 there, I expected not to find anything, but I still went to look. It took me a long 5 and a half years to get there.  The ice rings were beautiful, but they were too fragile and cold to stand on. The planet is a gas giant and it’s very cold, so I didn’t stay for long so I wouldn’t freeze.
The scenery was lovely, very rocky with many stone arches and hideaways and craters that go deep into the ground and look like rabbit burrows. I found him in one of these. The reason I know he is male is because he spoke to me. He speaks in Alien and English.
I brought him home to find that he can breathe in our air. The two things that he doesn’t react well to are:
• Our gravity force, he floats and doesn’t walk! 
• He doesn’t cope very well with Earth’s average temperature as it is 161 Celsius difference. He has to stand under lots of powerful air cons. 

Overall the finding of this amazing creature was phenomenal and I will be visiting Saturn again to see if there is any more life there. I enjoyed it and would love to find another alien like I found!

Alien Life Form Report (Homework) by Tyler S

My Galactic Discovery 

It was Wednesday 13 July 2016 when I got blasted off into space with a destination set for Mars. My mission was to go to Mars and search for an alien life form, and I am proud to say that I succeeded. 

You may think `How can any life form survive on the freezing climate and on the immense gravity level on mars?” Well, that’s exactly what I said when I saw this extra-ordinary creature. Both of which you are about to find out. 

My Alien       

Since Mars has an extremely low climate that can drop down to minus one hundred and twenty five degrees Celsius in winter, it can handle extreme temperatures. Because of how used they’re used to acid-freezing temperatures, they take three thousand years to get used to a huge climate change (e.g. minus one hundred and twenty five degrees Celsius to twenty five degrees Celsius.) so if brought to Earth, it would perish. But if the weather turns from cold to absolutely freezing they would change the depth of their fur. 

After their ability to change their temperature, I decided to call them Temprilens. 

You may ask `How do you know all of this? Have you even made contact with them? Do they speak English? `                                                          

Well first of the three questions, I have made contact with Temprilens and 6 out of 10 Temprilens know every language there is and ever was! I know all of this because I have been talking to a range of Temprilens who were very friendly and treated me like one of their own kind. But there is still more to tell. 

Because of the strong gravity level, the Temprilens is very stout creatures, about three feet and two inches in height. The colour of their fur is hazel and it gets darker as they get older. The odd things about Temprilens are their eyes. The eye of the Temprilen can change colour each day (sometimes, they don’t always match as a pair!) The surface population of Temprilens has an average of eight point six hundred and seventy four million! That’s enough to fill all the houses of London! 

So if any more missions are commissioned to Mars to find alien life form and if any of you are to be going, look out for the Temprilens! Now you know much about them.         

Writing a letter in character

We have been reading 'Goodnight Mr Tom' by Michelle Magorian. Today we were replying to a letter from Mrs Beech as if we were Tom Oakley.

Original letter:

Dear Sir or Madam,

I asked if Willie could go and stay with God-fearing people so I hope he is. Like most boys he's full of sin but he's promised to be good. I can't visit him. I'm a widow and I haven't got the money. The war and that. I've put the belt in for when he's bad and I've sewn him in for the winter. I usually keep him in when I wash his clothes and I got them special for the cold weather so he should be alright. Tell him his Mum said he'd better be good. 

Mrs. Beech

This was Sophie's reply:

Dear Mrs Beech,

My name is Tom Oakley and I am the person who is taking care of Willie I would also like to you to tell you that Willie has got here safely and he has settled in very well, he is a very quiet boy. I live near a church like you wanted and I read him bible stories every night. Also, he hesitates to ask questions but I answer them anyway. He is very polite and is never naughty I don’t feel the need to use the belt. He has been coming on walks with me and is getting used to the countryside, as it is very different to London, I promise to take good care of him. I am sorry that you can’t come down but we will carry on writing to you to let you know what’s happening. I am quite worried that he can’t read and write for most of the children down here can read and write by the age of around six but anyways, I’ll help him but I am confused to why he didn’t get any help. I you don’t mind me asking did you help Willie with his work? Willie has told me he had no friends but he has made good friends with Sammy and they love going on walks with each other. As it is his birthday in a few days I will give him some presents and throw him a party.

Yours sincerely

Tom Oakley 

Lisa's letter:

Dear Mrs Beech,

William has settled in well and the billeting officer has given him to a religious person, I do live near a church and I am a regular attender. I always go to church on a Sunday so I hope you are okay with him staying with me. I have not needed to use the belt and I do not intend to do so. He seems to like the village and he does enjoy staying here. We are going to my friend’s house later, after lunch, so that I can have a talk with my friend and his wife because I have not seen them for a while and William can have some orange juice or something while we are there. I told William that after I have written to you we will have some lunch. He has been very well behaved and when he returns home I would ask you not to punish him for behaving terribly because he has been on his best behaviour for me as you said for him to do so. As his mother you will know that is his birthday is very soon as it is on Thursday and I was going to do a little celebration for that, hopefully he will enjoy that. I am also hoping that he will make some new friends over the next couple of days so that we have some people that we can invite to join us. He has already made one friend as he has made good friends with Sammie, they often enjoy going for long walks together and playing in the fields.

From Mr Tom Oakley

 Cloud's letter:

Dear Mrs. Beech,

My name is Tom Oakley and I am currently caring for your child Willie, I am writing to inform you that Willie has settled nicely in my home. Although I am not very experienced with children hopefully I will not have to use the belt that you have sent me because he seems very well behaved. I am a bit concerned about his health though because he has been throwing up a lot lately but luckily I have been able to take him to the village doctor, the doctor informed me that it is a result of malnutrition. As you have requested he is staying in my cottage which is by a Church and I have been reading him stories from the holy Bible that he brought with him. One thing I have noticed though is that he hesitates to ask questions and has been showing some very strange behaviour for example when I put him to bed instead of getting on the bed he hid under the bed and curled up into a ball. He seemed very surprised when I told him that he could actually sleep on the bed under the covers. I have also noticed that he cannot read and write but we won’t have to worry about that because he will be attending the local school. He has also made good friends with Sammy and they enjoy going out on walks in the morning. 

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley.

Kirsten's version:

Dear Mrs. Beech, 

My name is Thomas Oakley. I am looking after your son whilst the war is in place. I live in Little Weirwold and I will take good care of your son. William has been very good, not mischievous at all! He misses you very much but is coping okay. He likes his new home and is to start school soon. I understand that you can’t visit, that is fine. I haven’t used the belt yet, and the behaviour that William is giving me is amazing so I won’t need to be using it. I live near a church and was once religious before my wife died. I read him bible stories every night and take him round the church and the graveyard. He says his prayers at the correct times. Your son keeps learning new things when I take him for walks (I couldn’t believe that he’d never seen a cow before)! He likes his clothes a lot and I am looking to get him some new ones. I told him to be good and he has been. He is a polite, quiet, kind and friendly boy. He must have changed since you last saw him. I don’t really know a lot about looking after children, but I do know your son is a nice person.

William is good friends with Sammy and they enjoy long walks together. I know you think dogs are fierce and poisonous, but I think differently. William likes playing with my dog, Sammie.

I hope you are okay and we wish to see you soon after the war is over.

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley

Tyler S's letter:

Dear Mrs Beech,

I received Willie from the Billeting officer yesterday. Willie is a quiet, shy little boy who doesn’t always reply joyfully to everything you say. He is very well behaved, so there will be no need for the belt you inserted into the bag. As requested, Willie is living near a church with me in Little Weirwold. I read a story from the Bible to him every night. I give him all of his meals each day and he has a little bed in my attic to sleep in every night. Willie is an unconfident boy, that’s probably to do with the fact that he has a new house, village, routine etc. I’m sure he’ll get more confidence by the days he is with me.

He has made good friends with Sammy, like going out to play and going out on long walks.

As long as he’s with me, he’ll be safe.

Yours sincerely,

Tom Oakley. 

Rhianna's letter:

 Dear Mrs Beech,

I would like to say that your son has reached his new home for the next couple of years. I live in a cottage in the town of Little Weirold, and there is a church 200 yards away. As you requested, I am a Christian, and attend the local church frequently. Every night I read a Bible story to Willie, and he seems to be taking them in. 

He has been very good. In fact, I didn’t have to tell him to behave. He has made friends with Sammy, and they enjoy spending time together. Willie has settled in well, and has his own room and is eating well.

I do not intend to use the belt that you have given me, even if he doesn’t behave, as it is just plain wrong to beat a child. Although I am a single parent (of Willie) and find it hard, as you are, we don’t have to resort to whipping. I have never hurt a child, and I never will. I strongly encourage you to stop when he comes home. I’ll still keep the belt though, as it fits nicely around my waist. Thanks for the belt!

Kind Regards, 

Thomas Oakley, temporary father of William.

Love, 

William

The Lost Thing by Rhianna

Starting my day was always the same: going down to the beach and collecting bottle-tops. I have an amazing selection of bottle-tops, and I was hoping to find some more. But what I found instead was even better. I found a bell. It had a swirly pattern, and was a bit rusted. I picked it up, and it ringed. I put it in my rucksack (an upcycled dustbin) and stood still, thinking about why it was there. Then it rang again, or at least I thought it was the bell. I looked up, and I found something amazing.
It was round, like a vase, or a teapot with no handle. It was around 6 metres tall, or 3 times the height of me. It has an orangey-red coat of rust around it. It had doors and entrances in all shapes and sizes. It was the Lost Thing.

I was a bit apprehensive to discover what it really was, so I decided to make a peaceful approach. Nerve-rackingly, I opened one of its many doors, and called, “Hello?” but there was no reply. I think the peaceful approach didn’t work. The door shut itself, and began making a lot of whirring noises, and crashing noises. As this point, I was scared out of my mind, and I was about to run away, but then I was intrigued, as the lower hatches began to open, and tentacles sprouted out. Two ‘arms’ appeared, with bells for hands. Out of its ‘mouth’ there appeared a beach ball. I did question this, but then I remembered that finding the Lost Thing was questionable in itself.
I grabbed the beach ball and threw it to him, and he caught it and deftly passed it back. It was like a dog, in the aspect that it loved to throw and catch balls. We’d been doing it for a couple of hours, but it didn’t get bored. 

The Lost Thing by Tyler W

Enthusiastically walking along the dull grey path I headed towards the sandy beach searching for bottle tops as usual. Each step at a time down to the beach, searching in the sand - no bottle tops. Suddenly a red thing in the sand catches my eye, “Could this be the colalionaid 2047 top!” I thought. Reaching out all bubbly, but nope it was a bell in the middle of the sand. Now this had me thinking why there is a red bell in the middle of the sand, nevertheless I followed the rugged piece of rope. 
It wasn’t that long before I came across the end of the string and a big red thing with tentacles coming out of the bottom. I didn’t know what to do; I was speechless. It had lots of flaps, doors and hatches. I stuck my head in and yelled, “Hello!” but there was no reply. As I kept walking around this object, I decided it was a U.F.O., an unidentified foreign object. Well that’s what I thought 

The Lost Thing by Kiefer

It was just a normal, old and boring day. The only good place good to look for bottle tops anymore was on the beach. I was working tirelessly on my bottle top collection, well at least until I saw a red thing half-buried underneath the sand. Curiously, I picked it up not knowing what it was. And as I picked it up, I heard a bell sound, you know, ‘ring a ring a ring’. It turns out it was a bell, a bell connected to what looked, well… lost. 
I inspected it, as all it was, was a lost thing. Nobody else seemed to notice it, as they were all too busy doing their own things. I was walking around it, when I heard a rusty sound above me, but when I looked up all I saw was nothing. I thought it was just me, imagining things, but when I saw a hatch, I thought why not?
I stuck my head through the hatch and shouted ‘hello.’
Nothing happened but then I heard a tiny ‘cling’ sound. 

The Lost Thing by Olivia

I jumped off the train after a long ride and straight away I found a new bottle top to add to my collection, so I ticked it off in my book of bottle tops.
As I walked down the staircase to the beach I saw a big red oval shaped thing. I don’t know what it was but it was big. I walked up to the unusual shaped thing and I picked up a bell that was attached to it and then I heard something close so I shouted inside of the big red oval shaped thing, “HELLO!” 
There was no answer and then…
The red oval shaped thing came to life with green octopus like tentacles coming out of nowhere and suddenly there were two sharp claws holding a bell in each one. Then a beach ball came flying out of a little hatch at the front of the thing so I threw it back and me and the thing played a game of catch for a little while. 
So I guess the octopus like thing turned out to be alright I mean he didn’t eat me or anything so I think I’ll be alright I don’t think I'm going to die anytime soon.

Describing the Lost Thing

As I went on my daily stroll on the beach after a long ride on the train. I found a few bottle tops and a red sort of rusty, bizarre kind of thing. I walked closer and closer to the big thing that looked like a teapot with brownie coloured legs and doors. When I was a few feet away I saw a bell, a red bell that looked like exactly the same colour as the crazy round thing. As I was next to the thing I thought to myself this is a strange thing so I opened the rusty door and shouted “HELLO!”

The tentacles popped out and made a loud and very noisy sound as it stood up with the fan going as fast as anything. It chucked out a beach ball and we played a little bit of catch. I think we might be friends. Maybe I have a friend now.

Just one thing I wonder; why has he or she got two bells on it? Hum, I wonder why. “Oh well let’s keep on playing catch.” I said. So we played and played all day it seemed like but as I look at my watch it has only been two minutes but time will always fly when you are having fun.