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Monday, 31 July 2017

Chapter 6 by Sophie

The nurse came in to give me some more juice and screamed “WHAT ARE YOU DOING”. She grabbed carter johnson and asked for more nurses to come and help me. 

She called the police. 

5 minutes later the police came and arrested him.

He’s going to a kid jail for 2 months and he has got 48 hours of community service

 “YAY” I said in my head

And now I have all my ribs broken and I can not move a single bit. 
But now that he is gone I don't need to worry about anything.

 4 months later we were at Carter johnson's funeral (he had committed suicide after he got out of jail.)But I’m not crying because of all the things he has done to me.


But it must have been so sad for his parents finding him in his bedroom dead.

After the funeral I went over to carter’s parents and said I’m sorry for your loss.
But that is a white lie.

1 year later I was living my life as a normal teenage kid and having the time of my life.

Chapter 5 by Caitlin

“I don't know” I take a sip of my juice mmm not water mmm them tropical flavors. “doodles get my mom I I Captain” then they go and get my mom she comes in. 

“mom where am I?”

“ You’re in the hospital “

Why?

“We had a car crash” 

“When?”

“2 days ago “

“But I feel fine “

“No you don't you have 3 broken ribs concussion a broken ankle and a fractured wrist  and you are telling me you feel fine” 

 “Yep” 

“You don't, anyway do you want me to get you something to eat “

“Ok” 

“What”

“Ummm big mac combo” 

“Ok be back in 10 bye”

“Make sure the drink is coke I replied in a demanding way”

She didn't reply. How do I feel fine and just had a car crash that's weird I ring the buzzer beside my bed to call for the nurse she comes in 

“how are you feeling”

“ great”

“Really can you move”

 I tried but I couldn't

“Why can't I move” 

“There is a fifty percent chance that you a paralyzed from the waist down “

“WHAT “

 “It's ok keep your voice down” 

I throw my head back on the pillow and let out a big sigh then I fall asleep when I wake my big mac combo is there but the coke was frozen I didn't want a frozen coke I was thinking in my head and where is mum she must have gone home I eat it all up then the nurse comes in 

“You have guests “

“Bring them in” 

Then walks in the principal hello  

“Hi “

“How are you “

“Ok “

“Really when are you coming back to school “

“don't know I could right now” 

“no, you can't”

“ I could “

“I better go bye “

“Yeah bye “

Then walks in Carter 

Oh no 


He comes over 

“Hi“

“Hello what are you doing here”

“Came to see you what happened you look pretty bashed up” 

“I have  3 broken ribs concussion a broken ankle a fractured wrist and might be paralyzed from the waist down” 

THAT'S NOT BAD YOU WASTED MY TIME COMING UP AND SEEING YOU PEACE OUT DWEEB!!!

I ignored him the nurse walked in 

what was that about  

  He bullies me 

oh sorry

 it's ok is my mom here

 yeah would you like me to get her for you 

yes please

 she walks out then Carter walks back in 

thought I was finished with you well you were wrong he comes and jumps on my ribs I heard 2 more cracks I scream then he punches me in the head then that's all I remembered 

Chapter 4 by Amy


“Hi mum” I said in a miserable voice.

“Oh honey let's get you home and to bed with warm soup” my mum said in a sympathetic tone as we walked to the car and jumped in and started the long 20 minute drive home. There was not much talking until my doodle’s started crying, “get us out of here!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhh” my mum screamed as she let go of the wheel and started waving her arms about.
We almost hit Jo our next door neighbour and then we drove straight off the edge of the hill. The front of the car hit a tree
(it was one really strong tree)  it took off the front of the car boom bang
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” we both jump out seconds before the car hit the water and started sinking.

“What was that and how did ahhhh it’s on your shoulder ” my mum was screaming then she fell on her butt.

 “It is ok mum these oow these are my doodle’s and I reacted the same way” I said with my hands on my ribs in pain. Then I took a seat on a log and my eyes started to well up and I lay on the ground and started to cry and wince. My mum scrambled up the hill and was trying to get a car because her phone went down in the car. I don’t really know.

“911 what's your emergency…

Everything went black. Then I was in the crash again and again.

“Good morning honey” my mum said with tears on her cheek.

“Mum I want to be alone for a minute” I said with puppy dog eyes.
And she left with a “sure thing hun”

“Ha guys can you get up here now” I said as I reached for my bag and almost fell on the ground. My doodle hopped out.
“Can you two get me the really good juice I can not handle the water any more” I said in a bossey voice then they slipped out the window.
“Now what!”boss said as they looked at the 10 story drop with amazement...

Chapter 3 by Jack

Carter pushed a desk over. His face was redder than a tomato, Carters steps were like thunder against the the wooden floor. Then I heard various explosions from behind me, my Colonel doodle had fired three bananas at Carter. Carter slipped on one banana and the other two were squished into his face.

"How dare you, you puny dweeb!" Carter yelled at the armed Colonel. 

"How dare you call me a dweeb you little pea brained monster" He rebuked. This time Carter got really angry like, the Hulk angry. 

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" He screamed at the top of his voice.

He threw desks around the room, he chucked pens and pencils, and smashed the window with the teachers computer. He picked up a desk and raised it above his head and torpedoed it across the room, shattering to pieces on contact with the wall. Carter started running toward me, quick as a flash I moved out the way, but it seemed that Carter wasn’t going for me, he was going for my doodles. He grasped them tightly and ripped their heads off, went over to the window which he had smashed and threw them out. 

“That’s one problem sorted, now to sort the other problem out” Carter muttered under his breath. 

I had only a few seconds for an idea before the devil's child came marching toward me and strangling me or something like that. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I whipped out my magical notepad and drew a Spatha, (which is a type of ancient Roman sword). Carter started to barrel towards me at full speed. My heart was pounding. Instead of stabbing him, I dodged. The worst happened then, my notepad flew out of my unzipped bag with my pencil. Carter picked it up, with an uncontrollable evil grin on his face. He must have drawn a sword, otherwise it wouldn't have jumped into his hand immediately. Carter charged after me as I ran out of the class into the long corridor with Carter chasing me down, I was the Mouse, and he was the Cat. I burst out a door at the end of the hallway and Carter followed. I found myself in the outdoor basketball court, which was fenced off on the outside.  

“That was a big mistake” I said to myself, backing up against the fence. 

“Got you now!” Carter explained. 

Our blades collided with a ear-ringing “CLANG!” Carter swung aiming for my head, but I parried. I went in for a swing, but it turned out that Carter had some moves up his sleeve, he grabbed my wrist, and pushed it back. I had no choice but to let my Spatha go. It landed on the other side of the court. Carter swung at my arm and this time got lucky, he took a chunk out of my arm.  

“OOOWWW!” I bellowed in pain.  

My arm was throbbing with burning pain, and my vision went blurry. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground in agony. It felt like being in an electric chair with needles poking you all over, but not dying. In other words, the pain was excruciating. I was losing blood fast, but nobody except ‘Pea brained Johnson’ was around. That was when the unexpected happened. First of all, a decapitated Colonel squeezed through the doorway armed with a banana gun,  followed by a headless skater. 

"How... what... I ripped your head off though" Carter stuttered, probably wondering how the doodles came back.

Secondly, I had deja-vu. The Colonel fired three bananas at Carter.

Carter slipped on one banana and the other two were squished into his face. This time Carter didn’t get up, most likely he was knocked out cold. Some students must have seen some of the ruckus, because the school Nurse came rushing through the double doors to my aid.  

“Ow, that’s one nasty gash there, let's take you to the sickbay and call your parents” The Nurse hoisted me up and I hobbled over to the sickbay with her. 

As soon as we got to the sickbay, she grabbed the bandages and plastered them over the cut.  

“Let me guess, Carter Johnson did this to you, right?” She guessed. 


“Right” I replied, looking at my pale face through the mirror. 

Right then, Carter smashed the door open and walked up to me. His expression darkened. 

“This is not over” He promised. 

“Not as long as you're expelled” The Nurse said washing her hands. 

“Excuse me?” 

“So, finally you’ve learnt some manners!” Joked the Nurse. 

The Principal walked into the sickbay, almost knocking Carter over. 

“Sorry, Carter” The Principal apologized. “Not sorry” The Principal murmured. 

“What was that” Carter asked. 

“Nothing” Said the Principal. “Anyway Carter Johnson, we’ve got a very serious talk, by the way Richard, your parents are coming to pick you up” She exclaimed and walked off with Carter traipsing behind. 

Although I knew it wasn’t over, for now I was safe. Carter must have felt stupid being shot by a doodle with a banana gun. I didn't know if I was ever going to see the doodles again, after the fight they just disappeared. If anybody found out about this, Carter would be mocked for the rest of intermediate school. I couldn’t help but cracking a smile after that thought.

Monday, 19 June 2017

I win the second chapter this is it

Chapter 2:


I was gasping as my doodle dodged all the big stomping feet, and the books that were dropped “noooooo” I cried 
Stomp Crash. My doodle had gone under some ones shoe. POP! He popped back out at the other side of the shoe. I chased after him and got him in no time. I scooped him up trying not to be noticed. Then I slipped out into a classroom. 

“What are you doing! I was going so well”
The doodle said with anger. His face went red. 

“You almost got squished, now get in” I said as I shoved him in. 

“Please let me out or at least give me a friend” 
he said as he got sad. “Ok”I said giving in. 

I started to draw a colonel, with camo shorts, and a camo top. His hair, was shaved on the sides, and spiky on top,  He had  A  AK47  gun with banana bullets. Then pop the little army colonel man grabbed his little gun.

“Oh I shouldn't have given him A gun.” Bang  

“Yaaay, hi you can call me boss” said the new little man 

“No I will not” said my doodle

“Can I have my army” boss said 

“No you can not have an army” I said getting mad 
Then the door flung open .

“Hi dummy who you talking to?”said Carter  Johnson in his disapproving voice.

I slammed  the book closed 

“No one” I said backing off slowly 

“So you're talking to yourself Dweeb” Carter Johnson said starting to laugh  “hahaha” 

“No” I said as I open the book behind my back to my two little doodles.

The two doodles popped out of the book And hid behind my feet. bang bang OH no I forgot to make the real bullets I thought to myself.

“NO” Carter Johnson was furious “my top”.
His top was white with gray stribs and now with banana spots. 

“HAHAHA” my doodle’s cracked up laughing 

“No don’t laugh at me” Carter Johnson said with anger…

This is a piece of writing that we had to writ of on boom writer

The way Mr. Mack cleared his throat gave me the feeling that it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get my attention. Oops. I glanced at the desks around me and realized I wasn’t even on the right page. Figures.

Carter Johnson leaned over to see what had kept me so busy. He sneered at my half-finished sketch. "Dweeb," he muttered.

I slid down my chair, wondering for the zillionth time how such a big meathead could be in the same grade as me. Then I flipped my notebook shut and looked up.

Mr. Mack sighed and repeated the question. I squeaked out an answer that was apparently not awful because the Mackman nodded and turned to the next victim, I mean student.

I ignored my notebook for the rest of class, and did my best approximation of paying attention. When the bell rang, I shot out of there. I should have headed to the cafeteria before the lunch line got insane, but nature called. I ducked into the bathroom.

"Get me out of here," someone squeaked.

I checked the stalls. For once, the bathroom was empty. Where had the voice come from? Probably the pipes, I figured, and went about my business. I was drying my hands when I heard it again.

"Come on already! It’s getting hot in here."

That’s when my backpack started shaking. I unzipped my bag and poked through books, gym shorts and – oops – a forgotten note to my parents. My notebook dropped to the floor.

"Ow!"

"A talking notebook?" Was I going crazy?

"No, dummy. Look inside!"

I flipped through the pages.

My latest doodle gasped. "Fresh air, finally!" He yanked his fingers through his hair, spiking it more than it had been. Then he looked to me. "Well?"

"Well, what?" I couldn’t believe I was talking to a drawing.

"Are you going to finish me or what?"

"Huh?"

"Finish me!" It was not a request.

I fished a pencil out of my bag and gave my doodle baggy jeans and sneakers. For kicks, I added a skateboard.

"Nice wheels," he said. "Now if we could do something about food. I haven’t eaten since, well, ever."

My own stomach grumbled, but I ignored it. Instead I drew him a triangle with circles inside.

"What’s this supposed to be?" he said, scrunching his nose. "Swiss cheese?"

"No," I sighed. "Pepperoni pizza."

My doodle shrugged, and popped the food into his mouth. It disappeared from the page.

Next, I drew a plate piled high with squiggles. "Spaghetti," I explained.

Down the hatch it went. He burped. "Delicious. Now, about that kid in your class with the bad attitude."

"You mean Carter Johnson?"

"Yeah, him. I’ve got some words for that guy." My doodle crossed his arms. "Nobody calls me a dweeb and gets away with it."

"He was talking to me, not you."

I could have sworn my doodle turned red. "Nobody calls my maker a dweeb, either."

"You just called me a dummy," I pointed out.

"That’s different," he huffed. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this."

Before I could say anything, he pushed off on his skateboard, leaving a hole on the page. Then he slid through the crack under the door.

I ran out of the bathroom just in time to see him turn the corner. "Stop! You’re just a piece of paper!"

My doodle didn’t turn back.
vvvvThe way Mr. Mack cleared his throat gave me the feeling that it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get my attention. Oops. I glanced at the desks around me and realized I wasn’t even on the right page. Figures.

Carter Johnson leaned over to see what had kept me so busy. He sneered at my half-finished sketch. "Dweeb," he muttered.

I slid down my chair, wondering for the zillionth time how such a big meathead could be in the same grade as me. Then I flipped my notebook shut and looked up.

Mr. Mack sighed and repeated the question. I squeaked out an answer that was apparently not awful because the Mackman nodded and turned to the next victim, I mean student.

I ignored my notebook for the rest of class, and did my best approximation of paying attention. When the bell rang, I shot out of there. I should have headed to the cafeteria before the lunch line got insane, but nature called. I ducked into the bathroom.

"Get me out of here," someone squeaked.

I checked the stalls. For once, the bathroom was empty. Where had the voice come from? Probably the pipes, I figured, and went about my business. I was drying my hands when I heard it again.

"Come on already! It’s getting hot in here."

That’s when my backpack started shaking. I unzipped my bag and poked through books, gym shorts and – oops – a forgotten note to my parents. My notebook dropped to the floor.

"Ow!"

"A talking notebook?" Was I going crazy?

"No, dummy. Look inside!"

I flipped through the pages.

My latest doodle gasped. "Fresh air, finally!" He yanked his fingers through his hair, spiking it more than it had been. Then he looked to me. "Well?"

"Well, what?" I couldn’t believe I was talking to a drawing.

"Are you going to finish me or what?"

"Huh?"

"Finish me!" It was not a request.

I fished a pencil out of my bag and gave my doodle baggy jeans and sneakers. For kicks, I added a skateboard.

"Nice wheels," he said. "Now if we could do something about food. I haven’t eaten since, well, ever."

My own stomach grumbled, but I ignored it. Instead I drew him a triangle with circles inside.

"What’s this supposed to be?" he said, scrunching his nose. "Swiss cheese?"

"No," I sighed. "Pepperoni pizza."

My doodle shrugged, and popped the food into his mouth. It disappeared from the page.

Next, I drew a plate piled high with squiggles. "Spaghetti," I explained.

Down the hatch it went. He burped. "Delicious. Now, about that kid in your class with the bad attitude."

"You mean Carter Johnson?"

"Yeah, him. I’ve got some words for that guy." My doodle crossed his arms. "Nobody calls me a dweeb and gets away with it."

"He was talking to me, not you."

I could have sworn my doodle turned red. "Nobody calls my maker a dweeb, either."

"You just called me a dummy," I pointed out.

"That’s different," he huffed. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this."

Before I could say anything, he pushed off on his skateboard, leaving a hole on the page. Then he slid through the crack under the door.

I ran out of the bathroom just in time to see him turn the corner. "Stop! You’re just a piece of paper!"

My doodle didn’t turn back.