English Work - September 2020... 

Recounts written by P6 from the point of view of Bruno from ‘The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas’ by John Boyne.

Moving to Auschwitz
 
One sunny morning, a few weeks after my ninth birthday, I groggily descended the marble staircase to meet an unusual sight. I was surprised to see Maria, our house help, packing our belongings into wooden crates. I was confused. I could not understand what was going on. I looked around to find my mother. She was supervising the packaging. I rushed to her and started quizzing her as to what Maria was doing. Mother knelt beside me and tenderly told me that father had been promoted. That was good news. I was excited at first, but then she also told me that we were moving to the countryside, to a place called Out-With, miles away from Berlin. The implications of this started to strike me one by one. Would that mean I would have to leave my three friends for life, Karl, Daniel and Martin behind? I loved my house too, the never-ending staircases twisting majestically through the five grand floors. Every part held a different comfort and a different game to play. My mind concluded quickly that father was being selfish.  Had he not considered what a wonderful life we would have to leave behind here?
 
It was a stand-still afternoon on the day we arrived at ‘Out-With’. A strange name for an even stranger place. The afternoon sky was dull grey instead of a bright yellow Berlin afternoon. Dismay prevailed over me. Our new house was built of grey stone and wood. The place was desolate and it was much smaller than the Berlin mansion we had previously thrived in. There were no rooms except one in the attic and a kitchen, a bathroom and a cramped living area. I could never call this place home. - By Areehant in P6.

 


I hate it here.  There is absolutely nothing to do and no one to play with (apart from Gretel, the ‘Hopeless Case’ who I despise).  Our house back in Berlin was much bigger than this and had lots of nooks and crannies to explore.  I still haven’t finished exploring the whole house and I have lived in it since before I can remember.  Thanks to the Fury, we were forced to move house to Out-With.  One of the things I loved to do in Berlin was to slide down the banisters all the way from the top of the house to the bottom.  There were big houses in Berlin and they were all five floors high (if you included the attic and the basement).   They all had beautiful gardens but in Out-With the house has a supremely small garden with only a bench with a plaque on it. 
The house itself is no better; even though we are in a new house, there are still multiple rooms which are ‘Out of Bounds, No Exceptions’ which means that there are even less places to go exploring.  The only thing that interests me is the strange people in striped pyjamas that live in little shacks, although I’m still not sure why on earth there is a humongous barbed wire fence that stretches into the distance?  It is too far for my three best friends for life to come and visit, or for me to go to school with them.   Even worse, there is another soldier called Lieutenant Kotler who is nineteen and Gretel has a slight crush on him.  I always feel awkward around him because the ‘Hopeless Case’ is never far away. I hate the move so much that it is the only thing I can talk about to Maria ‘the overpaid maid’ (according to Father).  I actually think she is rather nice and at least talks to other people other than herself, unlike the other three maids that came with the house who seem to do almost nothing around the house at all! The first thing I plan to do tomorrow is to ask Father if I can talk to him about why we have had to move and perhaps see if he knows anything about the people in the huts with the striped pyjamas. By Manolo in P6
 


Our past house was quite spacious with phenomenal, prestigious views of Berlin (I had to stand on my tiptoes to see out the window) and a mile-long banister which stretched from the very top of the house to the ground floor. 
My begging of Father to change his mind and allow us to stay, was to no avail - he showed no signs of sympathy and didn’t budge an inch. Before we left, I was raging with anger, having to leave my three best friends for life (Daniel, Karl and Martin).
 
Today is one week since we left our old, luxurious home in Germany and now we find ourselves here in Poland. Departing Germany, I tried desperately to hold back the flood of tears, but a feeling of desolation enveloped me like a thick fog, making it unbearable. I had hoped our new home would be warm and welcoming but instead it horrifies me - looking so cold and uninviting - definitely not what I had imagined. To start off with, it is smaller; it has only three floors compared to five floors in the other house. Even the bland wallpaper is ripped off from the chestnut brown walls, leaving claw-like marks underneath - making it more like a haunted house. A plethora of cobwebs dresses the ceiling which adds to and emphasises the strange, eerie feeling that resonates throughout the house. This all makes me feel so depressed, sombre and lonely as I walk around in the house like a drooped and withering flower. I can’t help my eyes from welling up with tears and my sister Gretel (the Hopeless Case) doesn’t help either – she is interested in other things like the annoying new guard!
 
After only a few days here, I am already bored stiff. Literally, there is nothing to do! Scanning the area, there don’t seem to be any neighbours or people that I can have a good conversation with. The only thing I can see is a colossal, barbed wire fence separating us from what looks like drab huts on the other side, with strange, skinny looking people dressed in striped clothes all walking around. Definitely not exciting for me. 
 
However, I still wonder why we are here in the first place. And what is Father doing? I haven’t seen him in quite a long time. This torture has turned me into an animal, trapped in a cramped cage, unable to find a way out. I really hope that there will be better days to come and I will be able to find happiness once again. By Darsh in P6

 
P7 have been re-writing key events from the text ‘Private Peaceful’ by Michael Morpurgo.
 
It all started on that fateful day.  Father and I were riding on Billy Boy. We were both sitting on Billy Boy’s glamorous, shining brown coat. We were riding to Ford's Cleave Wood where father would be chopping the magnificent, tall, brown looking trees. 
 
Whilst Father was doing his work, I looked at the beautiful nature. I saw deer with black and brown dots; they looked stunning.  Also, I saw badgers which had the softest fur; as soft as silk. After that I started wandering around and saw a tiny mouse. I checked to see if it was alive but sadly not, so I found some leaves and buried it there.
 
As I did that, I heard a raucous noise. I thought it was Father, but then I realized there was an extremely big tree that was about to collapse and it was going to hit me. My dad saw it and started screaming “Run RUN, Tommo!!!”  But I was so petrified, I couldn’t move. I felt frozen; paralyzed with fear.  Father came running and pushed me out of the way.  The tree came crashing down on top of him.
 
After five minutes I woke up and rushed over to Father. I could see a small trickle of red blood running from his nose and it was then that I knew it was over.   By Shahzeb – P7

 
P8 have been responding creatively to Mitch Albom’s concept of heaven in the text ‘Five People You Meet in Heaven’.

Using Mitch Albom’s idea of heaven, my heaven would be a beach where I could look out into the sea and be free. I would eat fish and chips at the cafe upon the paving and I would feast on ice cream. I would be free from chaos and trouble. I would stand in the sand and sit in the water. I would make sand castles and relax.
Of the five people I would meet, I think my mum would be the first.  This is because she has had a big impact on my life.  She has taught me to never give up and to push myself to my limits. She has taught me to work hard and to never back down no matter what people say.
My second person would be Rishi Sunak.  This is because he has inspired me to become a politician and to work hard. He has taught me to work hard in everything I do, even if you are a different race, a different religion or from a different culture.
My third person would be my Dadaji (Grandpa). This is because he has taught me to never let go of the things I love.  Always love family; never let them break down or fall apart. Even though I have never met him, he has still had a massive impact on my life.
My fourth person would be Gaten Matarazzo. He has inspired me to never back down even if you feel you are different.  Always do what you believe is right, even if you are not the same as everyone else. Always try your best and if people do not like the way you look or the way you are, do not listen to them.
My fifth person would be Mahatma Gandhi. This is because he has taught me that violence is never the answer; always use words to say how you feel. He has taught me to be kind to everyone and to fight for people you love using words and in a kind and calm way. By Neel B – P8


Using Mitch Albom’s concept of heaven, the first person I think I would like to meet is my uncle, for the reason that he has always been alone with his parents, ever since he left university. He has been able to overcome his sense of boredom, by spending lots of time with my sister and I. We have spent valuable time with each other, like attending the ‘Gumball Rally 3000’ in London. My uncle and I meet each other frequently, we always manage to have fun and relax. My uncle has given me many opportunities like visiting the ‘Top Gear’ Car show where he appeared on T.V.  Every time we meet, I know that I will have the time of my life. Reminiscing the previous enjoyable moments with my uncle will always comfort me. This is why I enjoy meeting my uncle, more than any other relative.
 
The second person that I would like to meet in heaven is my grandma. Visiting your grandma may seem monotonous, however, it isn't. Whenever I meet my gran, she always shows and demonstrates her tastiest curry recipe. This, I believe, is what visiting your grandparents is all about. Sharing their passion with another generation. This relationship makes my grandmother feel a sense of gratification when we are together. Her presence is like a queen bee feeding her younger and more active bees. I will certainly miss her when she passes away, but all her recipes will be in my memories. 
 
The third person that I would like to meet in heaven is Nelson Mandela. Nelson Mandela is one of the world’s most inspiring humans. With his powerful speeches and moving actions. His acts of justice and admiration for his fellow men has inspired me to be a better person. Many movies have been made about him. When you watch them, they will make you cry and have hope and be thankful.  Nelson Mandela has made the world a better place after spending twenty-seven years in prison. During that time, riots and protests have taken place. After his time in prison, he was rewarded for his actions and issues relating to racism were addressed. 
 
The fourth person I would like to meet in heaven, is Shayan. Friends are always together forever. They stick beside each other in class and share their hobbies and enjoyments. I have known Shayan for six years now; from the moment he walked into the classroom, in PP2, I began to talk to him. We have both done lots of things together, from go karting to playing video games. As we have got to know each other for longer, we have understood our likes and dislikes. Meeting Shayan at school made it all the more fun and enjoyable. I have also been able to get to know Shayan’s family as a whole. This makes our friendship bond stronger. Being friends with Shayan has been great. No matter if we have a fallout, we will always be best friends.
 
The fifth person I would like to meet in heaven, is my future-self. Growing up into adulthood is always a struggle. Having help from your future self to explain what your life meant, will always be helpful.  In the distance, I can see my future-self interacting with my friends. We are all laughing hysterically and raucously. This picture makes me feel emotional and moved. I look so proud and am smiling to a great extent. It is imagining moments like this that makes me feel grateful about the future of my life.  By Neel R – P8

Mike Still, 27/09/2020