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Writing Challenge - Day 15
To all who are reading this,
Day fifteen on the ELEMENTAL challenge. This piece is the final story I have to bring you. If you have been with me through this journey, then thank you. It means the world to me to - those views! It's been a great experience - there's so much I could say, but it will get emotional.
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the fifteenth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGE
DAY 15. - SPACE
There was something about science that Fran hated. She got good marks in her other classes but Biology, Chemistry and Physics were just passable. Maybe because it was always so boring - even with dissections and experiments. Monday morning Physics was the worst. She waited outside the classroom with her fellow pupils, deep in conversation with Hayley and Annette. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mr Bolton coming down the corridor, beaming wildly. "Follow me class!" They all stared after him as he bounced down the stairs of the science block. Eventually Fran, Hayley, Annette and the rest of the class did follow him, only to find him on the tennis courts. As he took the register, he handed students different sized balls. To Fran, she got a small white netball. She looked at it in puzzlement, before tossing it into the air and catching it. "You're the moon." "What?" she asked. "You'll see." Within the hour of science class, Fran found herself enjoying it. In fact, she would even go as far as to say it was, well, fun. Mr Bolton had them demonstrate, using the balls, the placements of constellations and planets. When speaking about gravitational pulls, students would circle each other, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Mr Bolton threw tennis balls to illustrate his point about shooting stars and soon, other classes were staring out of the window, to marvel at these new methods that he was employing. "Your homework is a one thousand word essay on the planets. Detail please! Use what you've learnt today." That night, Fran worked on the essay harder than she had ever worked on her science homework before. She ignored the constant beeps of her phone and computer. She drank energy drinks and studied the set textbook before reading her essay out loud to her mother, to make sure it made sense. On Wednesday afternoon, she was the first to hand in her paper to Mr Bolton. On Monday morning, Fran was nervous. As she walked into the classroom with a, "Morning sir," she saw her essay on her desk. Graded A. She smiled - science and space. It was a cool combination after all. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013) Currently reading: Born of Ice by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Day fifteen on the ELEMENTAL challenge. This piece is the final story I have to bring you. If you have been with me through this journey, then thank you. It means the world to me to - those views! It's been a great experience - there's so much I could say, but it will get emotional.
And don't forget, if you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the fifteenth story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGE
DAY 15. - SPACE
There was something about science that Fran hated. She got good marks in her other classes but Biology, Chemistry and Physics were just passable. Maybe because it was always so boring - even with dissections and experiments. Monday morning Physics was the worst. She waited outside the classroom with her fellow pupils, deep in conversation with Hayley and Annette. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mr Bolton coming down the corridor, beaming wildly. "Follow me class!" They all stared after him as he bounced down the stairs of the science block. Eventually Fran, Hayley, Annette and the rest of the class did follow him, only to find him on the tennis courts. As he took the register, he handed students different sized balls. To Fran, she got a small white netball. She looked at it in puzzlement, before tossing it into the air and catching it. "You're the moon." "What?" she asked. "You'll see." Within the hour of science class, Fran found herself enjoying it. In fact, she would even go as far as to say it was, well, fun. Mr Bolton had them demonstrate, using the balls, the placements of constellations and planets. When speaking about gravitational pulls, students would circle each other, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Mr Bolton threw tennis balls to illustrate his point about shooting stars and soon, other classes were staring out of the window, to marvel at these new methods that he was employing. "Your homework is a one thousand word essay on the planets. Detail please! Use what you've learnt today." That night, Fran worked on the essay harder than she had ever worked on her science homework before. She ignored the constant beeps of her phone and computer. She drank energy drinks and studied the set textbook before reading her essay out loud to her mother, to make sure it made sense. On Wednesday afternoon, she was the first to hand in her paper to Mr Bolton. On Monday morning, Fran was nervous. As she walked into the classroom with a, "Morning sir," she saw her essay on her desk. Graded A. She smiled - science and space. It was a cool combination after all. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013) Currently reading: Born of Ice by Sherrilyn Kenyon
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