A visit to Ronald McDonald by some lovely bakers raised $300 dollars for the cause. Well done girls!

Matthew does it again!

June 6th 1944 At 10:30 am we rushed out of the dugouts and charged to the german post. “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!” We screamed as we ran closer to the post. “Still no gun fire?” Colonel Gian said in suspicion. When we were about 300 meters of the way german machine guns lit up. “Get into cover!” Colonel Gian yelled. I dashed for cover as Kareem scrambled behind me. Bullets rained everywhere, I saw men fall everywhere. “Fall back !-” boomed Colonel Gian over the gunfire, then he added “If you want to.” Everyone falled back, everyone but Kareem, Dane and I. I was wondering should we fall back, should we retreat. Suddenly I heard a voice say “Don’t retreat, don’t fall back.” in sounded like sgt Kynes voice. I suddenly realised something. “Dane give me your sniper.” I say, Dane gives me his sniper. I look through the scope, I see the MG42st manning the MG42, I fire, Bang!, the machine gun fire stops. “Can I have my sniper back?” asked Dane. I hand Dane his sniper. “Who’s with me.” I said, “For what?” asked Kareem. “For charging head first into enemy lines.” I replied, Kareem raised his hand but Dane didn’t. Me and Kareem charged into the enemy lines, bullets flung everywhere, I pulled out my Bren, I pulled the trigger, no amo, I pulled out my T16 pistol, no amo, I pulled out my assault rifle, I checked the amo , dangerously low, every shot will have to count. I aim, I fire 1 german down three to go, I see Kareem is behind me already blasting at the Huns, I check my amo, 14 shots to go. Suddenly shots behind took out all the fritz, I look behind me, it’s Dane, I signal him to tell Colonel Gian and the squadron we can advance, he signaled Colonel Gian and soon the squadron advanced. Ten weeks later me, Kareem and Dane were on a boat to America. when we arrived we were sent straight to the White House and awarded victoria crosses!

R.I.P. Mrs Sare

garden club 2015 - By Jack

Room 16 Tech Day

Angus - Weather Poem

The rain came and did not stop. It rained on Wednesday. It rained on Thursday. It rained so much the drain overflowed. It rained so much I went home early from school. It rained on Friday. It rained so much that rugby was cancelled. Rugby is never cancelled.

War letter - Dane

Hello Mark, It's winter 1915 and it is freezing. The Turks are showering us with bullets. Men lay shivering on the trench floor,our rifles are frozen with ice. We are making snowmen to hide behind. The trenches are dressed in snow and are flooding. Sorry but the Turks are charging at us so i’ve got to go. Yours sincerely Dane