Recently in our school we have been doing a ten week program called Whiz Kids which is a computer programming course. We have been doing it with our instructor PJ and so far we have been mainly using a programme called Sketch up. Sketch up is basically like 3D design and last week we started designing our school. By the end of the course our instructor PJ is going to let us design and build our dream home. On the last day PJ will be giving us a talk on internet safety.
By Conor (6th Class)
I woke up at eight and my legs ached as I got out of my bed from where Jenna and her friends kicked me in the school playground. I got dressed for school and went to the kitchen. My mother greeted me with a happy hello. I got my breakfast and left for the bus.
I sat at the front of the bus beside my best friend Emma. We greeted each other warmly. I look back and see Jenna and all her friends chatting and laughing. “I hate them so much” I said to Emma. As we lined up in the hall to go into the classroom I got a push in the back and I fell over and hurt my foot. The teacher came over to see what happened, “| just tripped Miss”. I got up and limped into the classroom.
In Maths we were doing multiplication. Miss Doyle asked me “what’s 12 x 4?” I completely froze. I couldn’t think and everyone was staring at me. “You’re in sixth class Sinead, you should know this”. Everyone started laughing at me and of course Jenna laughed the loudest. I went bright red in the face. Jenna put up her hand “Yes Jenna?” the teacher asked. “The answer is 48 Miss.”
“Correct” replied the teacher with a broad smile on her face. “Ye can take out your lunch now.”
Down in the yard Jenna and her friends gathered around me. The teacher was at the far end of the playground. “Leave me alone, I’m sick of ye bullying me!” I scream. Then Jenna whispered in my ear “too bad we like hurting you”. I ran off to find Emma. “I didn’t know what to do”. Emma advised me to tell the teacher. They crowded around us again. We tried to run but two of the girls grabbed me and Jenna slapped me. I let out a scream but no one heard me. Suddenly Jenna jumped on me and started boxing me in the face. Girls gathered around and start shouting “fight, fight, fight!” The teacher rushed over to see what was happening. She saw Jenna on top of me and quickly broke us apart.
The blood dripped down my nose as I waited outside the Principal’s office. She called me in and I saw Jenna sitting there. I think to myself what story did she give. The Principal was asking me some questions when my parents walked in. “Oh what happened dear?” they exclaimed. They ran over and gave me a hug. They took a seat beside me. After a few minutes Jenna’s parents came in and took a seat. There was a knock on the door and Emma came in. “I have something to say. Jenna and her friends have been bullying Sinead the last few weeks”. Jenna’s parents are shocked. “Is this true Jenna?” they ask. “Yes I was angry and I took it out on Sinead, but I’m really sorry!” she cries. The Principal said she would have to suspend Jenna for a couple of days and hope that it will never happen again.
You know when you feel you should do something but you’re afraid you’ll get hurt? Well I had enough that morning. Something was going to change.
I was getting ready to go over to the farm to help my father with the sheep and cattle but every morning I walk over to the farm there is a great big black bull with horns as sharp as a knife. I try to get past him every morning but somehow he sees me.
That morning I asked my father if we could put the bull somewhere else. He said that it would take a lot of work because he is not tame. Also he might not be able to fit in the trailer. Then I asked him if we could put him in some sort of a shed. He said that he would just break out. Then he promised that we would try to do something about it next week because he was just too busy this week.
The following week, my father and I tried to put the bull in a shed. Just when we had him in the shed he broke out into another field. This field wasn’t my father’s field. So we went out into the field to try and get him back in the shed but he went further down the field. We got into the jeep and went down to the bottom of the field but he wasn’t there. We drove the whole way around the field. He wasn’t in the field.
We drove into the field that was beside us. We checked there. The bull was nowhere to be found. We checked on the road. He wasn’t there either. We checked in another field. He wasn’t there. Then we walked down opposite our house, climbed over the gate and out into the field but who passes us only my little terrier.
We were afraid that the bull might kill him. We had to catch the dog and bring him back up again and put him in his kennel. I was mad with the dog because it was a long walk down the lane. Suddenly the bull came out of nowhere in the lane. I was so mad I was fit to ‘take the bull by the horns’.
Just at that moment, my Dad drove down the lane with the cattle lorry to load the bull and bring him to his ‘final destination’.
NO MORE BULL!!!
The End. By Thomas Connor.