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Cheese
My favourite food is cheese because it’s a yellowy color like the bright sun glowing on you in the gentle breeze. I love cheese because it gives me a shiver if it is cold. I love all sorts of cheeses especially mature cheddar cheese!!!!!!!
By Kathryn,
Age 11
Year 6
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Tuesday 31 March 2009
Wednesday 25 March 2009
"Tiger's Food" by Amber, Age 7, Year 2
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Tiger’s Food
Hot scrummy and delicious meat bubbling in its tummy
Yummy yummy yummy yummy.
When it sees its prey it pounces on its prey.
By Amber
Age 7
Year 2
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Tiger’s Food
Hot scrummy and delicious meat bubbling in its tummy
Yummy yummy yummy yummy.
When it sees its prey it pounces on its prey.
By Amber
Age 7
Year 2
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"Cat Food" by Holly, Age 7, Year 2
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Cat Food
Cats like cat food because
It’s chewy
It’s yummy
It’s delicious
And of course
Just like they like it – nice and juicy!
By Holly
Age 7Year 2
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"Rabbit Food" by Annabelle, Age 7, Year 2
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Rabbit Food
Yummy carrots Yummy
Lettuce yummy in your tummy.
Yummy yummy
By Annabelle
Rabbit Food
Yummy carrots Yummy
Lettuce yummy in your tummy.
Yummy yummy
By Annabelle
Age 7, Year 2
..................................."Food" by Rosie, Age 6, Year 2
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FOOD
Favourite
Orange
Onion
Delicious
By Rosie
Age 6
Year 2
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FOOD
Favourite
Orange
Onion
Delicious
By Rosie
Age 6
Year 2
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"Food" by Jessica, Age 7, Year 2
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FOOD
Fish and chips
Octopus legs
Orange
Delicious
By Jessica
Age 7
Year 2
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FOOD
Fish and chips
Octopus legs
Orange
Delicious
By Jessica
Age 7
Year 2
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"Food" by Ryan, Age 7, Year 2
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FOOD
Fat Food
Oranges
Oranges are disgusting
Dust on your food
By Ryan
Age 7
Year 2
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FOOD
Fat Food
Oranges
Oranges are disgusting
Dust on your food
By Ryan
Age 7
Year 2
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Sunday 22 March 2009
"The Secret Chef" by Keira J, Age 11, Year 6
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The Secret Chef
Chapter 1: Meet Bella
It was a cold, wet and windy day. All the trees outside were being blown, tilted, looking as though they might snap off at any second. Lightning filled the sky, and thunder growled, threatening to close in on Bella’s ears, blocking her from the outside world…..
“Bella! Bella, come on, you’re going to be late for school!”
The girl in bed stirred. She had a pale, thin face with hollow cheeks and the brownest of brown eyes. Her dark hair tumbled in waves across her face, and she often had to tie it up to keep it from hiding her completely. Everyone in town knew there was something odd about Bella. She kept a secret from all of them, even her parents. They were having huge rows; sometimes her dad would even go and stay with his brother for weeks on end. Bella was getting very fed up with this, so she turned to a hobby. A very unusual one, but a hobby all the same. The only person that knew what it was had taught it to her. Or rather, Bella taught her.
“Bella! The Pancakes are ready!”
“They won’t be as good as the ones I make,” Bella thought to herself.
Yes. Bella cooked.
As she dawdled down the stairs, Bella sniffed. “Too much Cinnamon,” she thought to herself, “and not enough apple. Mrs Gestre had said the balance had to be just right.”
“There you are, sleepyhead. I thought you were wearing earplugs; my throat hurts from shouting so loudly. So, I made Cinnamon and apple pancakes, your favourite.”
Bella sat down at the table, as her mum placed the plate of pancakes beside her. She sat, playing with a chunk of apple.
“What’s wrong? You usually gulp down your breakfast at the first chance you get.” Called her mum from the kitchen.
Bella sighed. “Mum, did you hear the storm yesterday?”
Her mum sat down next to her, with a bowl of muesli and yoghurt. “What storm?” she asked.
Bella smiled. Her mum was playing a game trying to get her to eat.
“Alright, alright, I’ll eat the pancakes.” She began to chew. “So, back onto the subject of the storm…”
“What storm?”
“Mum, I’m already eating; you don’t have to play dumb anymore.”
“Honey, I haven’t got a clue what you’re on about.” Her mum looked genuinely confused. “Yesterday was a beautifully sunny day. Not a drop of rain in sight.”
“No, no,” Bella said, putting her fork down on her plate, “That was the day before yesterday. It was sunny on Monday, today is Wednesday.”
Her mother peered down at her. “Today is Tuesday,” she told Bella. “Now, you’ve just had a bad dream, it is perfectly understandable, especially with….”
Bella stopped listening there. Her mother was a psychologist, which meant she studied the human brain. Sometimes, when these “dreams”, as her mother called them, occurred, she would begin a lecture about letting your feelings out, and maybe keeping a journal if Bella didn’t feel she could talk to her.
But Bella knew better than that. If she kept a journal her mum would read it anyway, and she definitely couldn’t tell her mum about the cooking thing. Her mother was always telling her to make the most of her talents. She would make Bella enter cooking competitions. This was because…..
“When I was your age,” as her mum would always say once she was really getting into the whole lecture thing, “there was a girl in my class called Denisia. Denisia was an extremely bright girl, and also very popular. However, that was not the special thing about her.” There she would always pause for dramatic effect, even though Bella had heard it a hundred times before and already knew what was coming. “She could predict the future!” This would usually have had a VERY dramatic effect on people, for Bella’s Mum liked saying things dramatically, if it weren’t for Bella mumbling the exact same saga, word-for-word because she had heard it all so many times.
“She even ran a Marquee in the Summer Holidays, made an absolute fortune, especially as all of her predictions were true. But then….” Here her mother would always shake her head, and sometimes even sigh, “We finished school. We both agreed we would take a gap year before going to University, and travel around Europe. Whilst we were in Paris, a Photographer offered Denisia a job as a model.” Here her mother would tut-tut, as if it were illegal to accept a job as a model. “Of course, she was so vulnerable at that time. The Marquee Company had said she wasn’t to use their tents any more as they kept getting ripped. Denisia was desperate for a job, and she jumped at the chance. The photographer gave her his card, and then we went back home. Denisia to pack, I to go to university and make something worthy of myself. I tried to talk her out of it, but she can be very stubborn when she wants to. So we said goodbye.” Now her mother wore a smug expression. This would have created suspense, if Bella hadn’t been giggling with her hand over her mouth. Her mother looked like a Goldfish when she looked smug.
“Of course, the ink was barely dry on the contract she had signed and she quit the job. She came back here, asking to borrow money from myself. I agreed, being foolish enough to think she would pursue her dream of being a Fortune-Teller. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.” Now her mum looked surly, which was not a pleasant sight (she hated it when she was wrong). “Instead, she went to America to become a Lawyer, and to learn politics, and economics, and that entire Governmental nuisance. She could have made, what, £300.00 a day if she had stuck to Fortune-Telling. But no, she went off to make…..”
“$700.00 a day,” Bella would always finish for her. As I said, Bella’s Mum hated being wrong.
So anyway, if Bella’s Mum found out about her cooking, she would write letters applying for a Scholarship to every cooking school in the County, not to mention boast to all her friends that there was “a young Nigella in the family” as she had once boasted when Bella had made a sandwich. If she found out, there would be more than boastings and gloatings. She would invite all of her friends to come round for dinner. She would maybe even ring the local newspaper and make sure they put Bella on the front page.
“No Mum, there really was a storm. I wasn’t dreaming it; I wasn’t dreaming any of the other things either-”
Her mum looked sceptical. “So you’re telling me that in real life wolves come out in the middle of the night and eat the television?”
“Well it was broken, wasn’t it? And the Policeman said it looked like it had a tooth in it. He even pulled it out to take back to the Laboratory, why would he do that if he wasn’t suspicious?” Bella thought she had won her mum over this time.
But no, her mum just snapped at her to finish her pancakes and get dressed.
“Sometimes,” thought Bella, “Having a Mother that sees things logically isn’t always a good thing.”
Chapter 2: Time to Herself
Bella arrived at school five minutes before class. She saw all the other girls were there, chatting and laughing. She didn’t have anyone to laugh and chat with. All the girls at school were horrible to her. Just because she was quiet, and very intelligent. If they found out about her cooking, she would never hear the end of it.
Unfortunately Tia’s, the girl that teased her the most, mum was friends with her mum. Yet another reason for her not to find out about the cooking. She should really list these things.
Bella Night’s List of Reasons for her Mum not to Find out about the Cooking
1. She would make her go on TV Cookery shows, such as These Kids can Sure Cook! And The Salad, Celery and Tomato Team. It would be too humiliating.
2. She would invite all of her friends over for a sit-down dinner. She would have to wear white gloves, and a posh dress. Bella hated white gloves and posh dresses. The only time she had ever worn white gloves was for Horse-Riding. She had never worn a posh dress.
3. She would send Application Letters for Scholarships to all of the Cookery Schools she could find.
4. She would make her do all of the cooking, especially when Dad wasn’t there. (Dad could make Pasta, Roasts, Casseroles, etc. Her Mum….. well, let’s just say they had a lot of beans on toast.
5. She would tell Tia’s Mum!
“There, that’s better,” thought Bella, “Now I can keep track of all of the reasons.”
She looked at her School Time-Table. First up was…….Music.
“Mrs Stocker, I really don’t feel very well,” mumbled Bella to her music teacher, “My, um, head hurts, my stomach hurts, I just, um, I just want to sit outside the Nurse’s Office for a minute or two.”
“Or for the whole lesson,” she thought to herself.
Mrs Stocker looked sympathetic. She was quite an old woman, definitely in her fifties, and her scraggly, fine hair was turning grey. She wore a red frilled Blouse (BIG MISTAKE) and an old, grey, faded skirt (That reaches to her ankles).
“Very well dear, try and come back if you can.”
Bella nodded then exited. “Phew!” She said aloud, sighing with relief. “I can’t believe she didn’t notice that I skip every Music Lesson.”“Why is that?” A voice behind her asked.
Bella whipped round faster than lightning. It was just Robert, her Science Partner. She laughed to herself. “I can’t play any instrument, and I am tone deaf.”
Robert looked awkward. “Sorry,” he said, so quietly Bella could barely hear him, “I didn’t mean to-”
“Its fine!” assured Bella, laughing to herself again. “Even if I sounded like Mariah Carey I wouldn’t sing.”
“Why not?” asked Robert, puzzled.
“I find it boring,” she told him, “Just standing there, making your voice go high, then low, then high again.”
“That’s an interesting theory. So, you’ve been pretending to be sick every Music Lesson so that Tia doesn’t hear you sing?”
“So that no one hears me sing,” Bella corrected. “If I did, they’d never leave me alone.”
“Haven’t they noticed you’re not there at lessons?”
Bella smiled. “They don’t care. Anyway, they can sing better than the whole school put together.”
Robert smiled. “But they can’t cook.”
Bella’s mouth dropped open. How did he know that? But before she could ask, Robert had disappeared.
“Weird,” she thought.
She made her way to the Cookery Room. She was sure Mrs Gestre wouldn’t mind, she had told her to practice as much as she possibly could.
Bella slowly and cautiously crept towards the Cookery Room, making sure she wasn’t seen. She finally made it.
“Bella!” Mrs Gestre sounded so surprised, Bella turned around, jumping.
“I-I’m so s-sorry M-Mrs Gestre,” she stuttered, as she always did when she was nervous or afraid. “I-I thought that s-since y-you told me t-to p-practice as much as I c-could, you wouldn’t m-mind me coming up h-here instead of m-music c-class?”
Bella told Mrs Gesture everything. She was very understanding.
“I,” she said, “could never speak French at School. I was always making excuses, and kept secretly creeping away to cook, not unlike you are now. I always found cooking a safe place to escape to if you need a bit of time to yourself. Just you and the oven,” she smiled, tapping it as she did so. “Until a girl in my class named Caitlin began to notice I was never in French. Caitlin was just like Tia. Spoilt, rich, her mother and mine were very good friends. She was the best in the whole class at French. She began to ponder why I wasn’t there. Ponder means-”
“Think, I know.”
Mrs Gestre nodded. “Clever girl. So, anyway, one day I found something extraordinary. You see, in our French class we only ever did singing in French. And I found out that she was miming to a backing tape!”
No matter how much Bella begged, pleaded or wheedled, Mrs Gestre wouldn’t tell her what happened next. They just made Steak and Cheese Pie.
Then Mrs Gestre gave Bella a Pop Quiz. When she moaned, Mrs Gesture told her that Cookery was theory as well as practical.
Bella got all of the Questions right. She was so proud; she even asked to keep it. She wouldn’t keep it in her room; her Mum would find it easily. So she hid it right in the very bottom of her Schoolbag.
Once the Music Lesson was over, Bella made her way to the Science Lab.
Where she would see Robert again.
How did he know about her cooking? The only people she had ever told were….. she didn’t tell anyone. She didn’t have any friends. She couldn’t tell her Mum for all of the reasons she had put on her list. She couldn’t tell Dad because he would tell Mum. Bella didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and no pets (her Mother said they would just eat up all her important assignments on the Human Brain.) The only person that knew was Mrs Gestre…….Mrs Gestre…….. MRS GESTRE?!
Could she have told Robert? Bella had no idea which subjects he took so she didn’t know if he did Cookery also.
“Miss Night?”
Bella focused her attention to Mr. Larcksam, her Science Teacher.
“Yes Sir?” she asked.
The whole class burst into fits of laughter. Even Mr. Larcksam smirked to himself.
“I just asked you,” he told her loud enough so that the class could all hear, “If you were going to continue daydreaming throughout my class. To which you replied Yes Sir.”
The class had obviously begun. And Robert was still not here yet. She needed to interrogate him about how he knew she did Cookery.
Could she ask Mr. Larcksam? Maybe he’d know…
Bella stuck her hand in the air.
Mr Larcksam sarcastically pretended to be surprised.
“Look Class, she’s finished her work already!”
The whole class started laughing again.
“I just wanted to know,” Bella asked, once everyone had quietened down, “Why isn’t Robert Patricks here, Sir?” she asked, immediately regretting it.
“Do you want to copy off of someone then?” he inquired.
Bella shook her head.
Mr. Larcksam smiled. “Read up to page 302 please.”
“Bella! Bella!”
Bella stopped walking. Who was that calling her name? No one ever called her name, no one even liked her. Who was it?
A figure came running up to her.
It was Robert.
“There you are!” screeched Bella, “I’ve been looking for you all day!”
“Shhhhh! Please be quiet,” begged Robert, “I’m trying not to let anyone know I am here, please.”
“Why weren’t you in Science?” Bella hissed, “Mr Larcksam picked on me today, and when I asked him if you were coming, he accused me of-”
“Are you insane?” whispered Robert, “if you ever ask him where anyone is, he’ll-”
“Accused me of wanting to copy your work,” Bella continued, “and at the beginning of the lesson, I was so busy wondering where you were-”
“Never give you a straight answer,” Robert carried on, as if Bella had never spoken, “he claims to know everything about everyone, but he doesn’t even-”
“He asked me if I was going to daydream all through his lesson and, of course, I was too busy worrying where you were so I said yes Sir, and the whole class was laughing at me-” Bella stopped. She now remembered why she had wanted to see Robert.
“How did you know?” she asked him.
“How did I know what? That Mr Larcksam wouldn’t give a straight answer?”
“No,” replied Bella, “how did you know I did Cookery?”
Robert began to turn red. “I didn’t.”
“Yes you did,” Bella insisted, now a bit more confident, “remember? I told you about me not being able to play any instrument?”
Robert thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall” he slowly announced.
Bella looked at him. “What do you want?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, I found these microscopes,” he held them out to show Bella, “I’m giving them away for free, as Mr. Larcksam charges us £20 for thirty minutes on the school ones.”“Where did you get them?” Asked Bella, her mind far away from the Cookery mystery.
“My Grandpa’s a Scientist, and he’s now 69, so he’s retiring. He says I can have all his Lab Equipment.”
“You are so lucky,” gasped Bella in awe as Robert pulled them all out. They were gold and shiny, and reflected every last sparkle. “My Grandpa was an accountant.”
“You can have two or three if you like,” Robert suggested, “they all have different specialities. For example, this one,” he pointed to the one Bella was holding, “is easily adjustable. And this one,” he pulled one out of the bag, “is quite hard to adjust, but can see 100 times more clearly.”
“Wow.”
Bella took three of the microscopes, and placed them in her schoolbag.
Bella sighed. She walked the long walk home, and then took the microscopes up to her bedroom. Her mum had said she would be back late, and she wasn’t sure if her Dad was coming back at all.
Then, she remembered why she had wanted to see Robert. Why hadn’t she questioned him further about Cookery? She had been distracted by the Microscopes. Why would he give her the Microscopes? It wasn’t as if she was his friend or anything. He had plenty of friends; almost the whole school liked him. Why her, out of all of them?
Bella decided the Kitchen was safe, as her mother was out for hours. She decided to make Spaghetti Bolognese, as pasta always helped her think. How about some Garlic Bread also? It made her feel more awake, as if she had been in the dark, and suddenly a light bulb had been turned on. It might help her discover how Robert had known about her Cooking. She was sure the answer was obvious; she was just oblivious to it. She decided to make a list of that as well….
“So, Isabella, what song are you singing?”
Bella looked confused. “It’s just Bella, actually,” she told Tia, “and what are you talking about?”
Tia laughed. “In our last music class we got told to sing a song. Whichever song we choose. Which one are you doing?”
“I only got told that brie tastes much better with steak than stilton does,” thought Bella.
“Um…”
“Oh, sorry Bella, I forgot. You’re never there for music classes, are you?” Tia looked smug. “You’re off in the Nurse’s room. For every single lesson.”
Bella began to stutter.
“Well, w-what I d-id was, I, w-well, I-”
“Perhaps if you sing Old McDonald, I might consider not telling anyone,” Tia blackmailed.
“What?!” Bella was shocked. She had known Tia was not very nice, but this was getting ridiculous…
“And if you even think about telling anybody this, the whole school will know that you skip every music lesson. The whole school including the teachers.”
With that, Tia walked away, her long blonde hair swishing out behind her.
“What am I going to do?” Bella thought, miserably.
“Okay class, I hope you have all been practising. The first person to come up and sing is Tia.”
Tia sashayed up to the front of the class, brimming with confidence.
“You are the Dancing Queen,” she sang, “young and sweet, only seventeen.”
Bella remembered something.
“The tambourine, oh yeah,” Tia continued, unaware that Bella was standing right next to the CD player.
Then suddenly the music stopped. Bella slinked back to her place before anyone realised she had left.
Tia went to investigate the CD player.
“It’s jammed!” she wailed.
“Don’t worry,” comforted Mrs Stocker, “you can just sing without the backing tape.”
Tia turned a bright red. “You are the dancing queeeeeeeeeeeen,” she warbled, sounding like a porpoise with laryngitis.
The class all covered their ears.
Tia looked at Bella, who was deliberately not looking her way.
“Actually, Mrs Stocker, I think it’s time we heard Bella sing,” Tia suggested, a devious look in her eye.
“Very well. Bella, up you come.”
Bella stood at the front of the class, shaking. “It’s now or never,” she thought, “do I sing Old McDonald and have Tia keep my secret, or do I not sing at all and have everyone know?”
She realised what she had to do.
“Old McDonald had a farm,” she began.
The whole class burst into fits of laughter. It was humiliating, but Bella had to do it. Then, she realised that there was a loophole. Well, sort of.
“And on that farm there was Tia…” she sang.
Tia’s face looked venomous. Bella shrugged as if to say “Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t do it slightly differently”.
And Tia realised this loophole a bit late.
At this point of the song, the class weren’t laughing at Bella anymore, they were laughing at Tia.
Tia fled from the classroom. The class all cheered. Even Mrs Stocker was smiling. “Well, I’ve never heard that before,” she beamed. “Well done.”
In Science, Bella remembered a very important question.
“How did you know?” Robert looked puzzled. “About what?”
“I won’t get distracted by Microscopes this time,” Bella told him, “You have no excuse not to answer me.”
“Isabella! Robert! No talking!” Mr Larcksam barked.
So instead, they passed notes.
It was the first time ever that Bella wished the Science Class could have lasted longer.
As she wrapped the Spaghetti round and round her fork, Bella began to ponder her situation. What had Robert been about to write? Why did he take the piece of paper with him? What would Tia say if she found out about the Cookery Classes? She already knew that Bella was skipping Music Classes, she was half-way there. All it took was a simple glance round the door of the Cookery Room, and she would surely tell EVERYONE.
Bella’s Mum got home very late. It was well past midnight before the door opened, and she walked in.
“I am so sorry I’m late, Matthew had a mental breakdown on his way to the car, I had to take him back inside and try to figure out his situation.” “That’s okay Mum, I understand.”
“I also spoke to Tia’s mum and she said it was fine for Tia to sleep over after her Tea Party.”
“Joy,” muttered Bella under her breath.
“And I also spoke your Science Teacher today.” Finished Bella’s mother grimly.
“Oh no,” thought Bella, “Mr. Larcksam must have told her everything!”
“He says he wants you to go to an after school club every Thursday. Now, it’s perfectly understandable that you find Science difficult, but you need the proper coaching. Do you think that Albert Einstein figured out that E=MC2 immediately? Of course not!”
Whilst Bella’s mum was babbling about Mr. Larcksam’s after school club, Bella had been sighing with relief. If that was all he had told her, then she was one of the luckiest people in the world.
“Mum, I’m really tired, I’m going to bed,” announced Bella once her mum had finished talking about her Science progress.
“Okay Bella, I’m going to stay up for a while and watch some TV. Is that okay with you?”
Bella ignored this question totally. “When is Dad coming home?”
Her mother didn’t answer for a couple of minutes.
“I don’t know if he is coming home,” she eventually whispered.
So Bella just bade her goodnight and went upstairs to her room. She looked around, taking in her rose red walls, her cluttered desk, and her spinning chair, everything her Dad had built for her. And before she knew it, she found herself crying.
She knew that if her parents did divorce her mum wouldn’t let her see her father ever again. She would say it was because it would just cause arguments over custody, but Bella knew it would be because her mum didn’t want to see him.
How could she convince her dad to come home?
And was custody something to do with custard?
These were the questions she needed to know.
The next morning, Bella awoke to hear her mum playing her meditation music very loudly.
“Yom on Kiki,” came from her bedroom.
Bella got up and made herself some porridge. Pancakes were nice, but sometimes she needed a break from them.
Once she had eaten all her porridge, she washed and dried it herself so as not to arouse suspicion. It was the smallest things that set her mother off.
She went back into her bedroom and got dressed. She had Science today. Maybe she would finally find out how Robert knew!!!!!
“Bella,” called her mum from the bedroom, “don’t forget it’s Tia’s Tea Party tomorrow. Be sure to remind her she is staying over afterwards.”
“Okay,” Bella yelled back.
She walked to school, and then went inside.
She had another music lesson. She couldn’t skip it this time, Tia was already suspicious.
“Today class, we are going to be doing an exam,” announced Mrs Stocker.
The whole class groaned. Except for Bella. She was too shocked to do anything but stare ahead of her, looking as though she was frozen.
She had only been to one music class the whole year!!!!! And in the last music class the only thing she had learned was not to sing Old Macdonald in front of Tia. Oh well, at least she’d be able to answer that if it came up in the test.
She looked at her exam paper.
Grade 4 Music Exam
Describe and draw a Treble Clef.
Huh? Bella didn’t know what a “Treble Clef” was, she had never heard of it before.
What is the difference between a major and minor chord?
“Oh boy,” she thought, “it’s going to be a long music lesson……”
Yes, as a matter of fact I did.
Any fun?
Well, if you consider taking a test that you know NONE OF THE ANSWERS TO fun, then yes.
Not having a good day then?
Well I wish I could just go to Cookery Class……. Wait.
What?
How did you know about the Cookery? And don’t expect to be saved by the bell, because we have 50 minutes of Science left.
Just common sense……
What do you mean?
You smell of garlic, you have pieces of bread stuck in your hair; your lunch contains the most magnificent dishes that are WAY too fresh to not have been baked the same day.
You’re serious?
Yes. In fact, I’m surprised no one else has noticed……….
Geez, so am I. Are you going to tell anyone?
Well, I’ve kept it a secret for this long. There’s no apparent reason for me to tell everyone now.
Thank you!!!!
However there is one condition
Yes?
……………….
“Oh, do call me Bella, please.”
“Okay then. So, do you want to come inside, Bella?” here Tia’s mum paused, thinking about how the word “Bella” sounded.
She must have thought it classy, because after a moment or two she smiled and led Bella in.
The Hotel Le Chic Maison was VERY grand and posh, huge with white marble pillars (yes, on the inside) and white walls that reflected the sunlight, making them……sparkle, almost. The ceiling was at least 100 metres high, maybe even more than that, with crystal chandeliers dotted all over it. The Reception Desk was mahogany with lots of pink, fluffy things all over it. The woman sat behind it was very young, no older than 25, and was chatting into her mobile phone.
When Le Chic Maison first opened, Bella had never thought she’d actually go there. A leaflet had come in the post, and it showed discounts to £30000 for one night. And that was one of the cheapest.
“Interesting dress, Bella,” smiled Tia’s mum, “You’ll definitely stand out.”
And she was right. Bella’s mother had been too. All the other girls there were wearing long, pink dresses and wrist-length white gloves. They said things like “My gosh, this Earl Grey Tea is superb,” and “My word, don’t you look absolutely fine!” Bella was almost glad that her mother had made her take vocabulary lessons. And that she had taught her which spoon and fork to eat what with. There were loads of them! Seven spoons, five knives and twelve forks. Bella almost started panicking. What would happen if she used the wrong spoon or fork????????
“Oh, Isabella, so glad that you are here,” called Tia, beckoning Bella over to join her and the group of girls she was with.”
“This is Martha, and Porsha, and Alana, and Clarissa, and Cassandra, and-”
Tia was introducing Bella to everyone. There were hundreds of them! Bella decided to do what she did when her mum was boring her, and began to dream about apple pies and tuna casserole. However, when it had all been cooked and eaten, she had to return back to the real world.
“And Jodie, and Ashleen, and Georgia, and Nicky, and Samantha, and Cristobel, and Bethany, and Amy, and-”
She was still going. Bella was finally saved by a waitress Tia’s mum had hired (there were ninety of them in total) calling out “Would you all please stop mingling, and come to eat?”
“Top-hoe,” everyone was saying, rushing to a table at once. Before she knew what was happening, Tia dragged Bella over to the table reserved only for Tia and her close friends. Bella was quite shocked at this, she was hardly one of Tia’s close friends, they barely even talked to each other.
She recognised Martha, Alana, Cristobel, Porsha, Cassandra and Clarissa, but had no clue who any of the others were.
“Oh, do forgive me for being so silly,” Tia suddenly exclaimed, “I haven’t introduced you yet, have I?”
“There’s really no need,” mumbled Bella, but Tia was already yapping away to the girls Bella didn’t recognise.
“This is Bella, she goes to my school. Bella, this is Sydney, Tokyo, Paris and Washitina.”
“G’day Bella,” greeted Sydney.
“Hello,” nodded Tokyo.
“ello,” nodded Paris.
“Hiya Bella,” smiled Washitina.
“Um, hello Sydney, Tokyo, Paris and Washitina,” said Bella.
The whole table burst out laughing. Bella could feel herself going red.
“Those aren’t our real names,” explained Washitina in her American accent.
“Those are our nicknames,” elaborated Sydney in her Australian accent. “Zat is what Tee calls us,” told Paris in her French accent.
“We’re really called Rebecca, Mekonka, Fleur and Lilie,” said Mekonka in her Asian accent.
Bella understood now. “Sydney” was Rebecca, “Tokyo” was Mekonka, “Paris” was Fleur and “Washitina” was Lilie.
“Oh.” This was all Bella could say. She was temporarily lost for speech.
It was okay, however. Tia yapped so much to everyone, that Bella wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgeways even if she wanted to.
“And so then I said that it was impossible, because of course, what else could I say, and then she said it wasn’t impossible because she’d actually done it!”
For some reason spontaneous comments like this made everyone on the table laugh. Clarissa actually once started crying because she was laughing so much.
“So then I asked for proof. I said, “prove it to me, and I might reconsider.” So, she tried to do it, but obviously failed, and then she was the one that looked an idiot. So I said to her, I said “You’ve been lying, haven’t you?” and then she said “so what if I have?”
This one really set them all off. In fact, they laughed for so long that people began to stare. The only one not laughing was Mekonka, or “Tokyo”.
“I don’t find it funny either,” she whispered to Bella.
“Why are they laughing so hard,” she whispered back.
“Because if they don’t Tia will hate them and they won’t get money loans from her.”
“Oh,” Bella said. She seemed to be saying that a lot lately. “Mekonka,” she began.
“Oh please, call me Tokyo,” she said to Bella, chewing on a prawn finger-sandwich.
“Tokyo,” she asked, “is Tia nice to you?”
“Well,” she hesitated, “She pays our rent.”
“But is she nice to you?”
Tokyo looked at Bella. “Look Bella,” she whispered quickly and quietly, as if speaking to an ally, “is there a secret? Something you don’t want anyone to know?”
Bella turned red. “Well, there kind of is.”
“Then I’d suggest you stay out of Tia’s way,” Tokyo advised, “especially if she’s knows something about it, no matter how little she does know. Because if she finds out, she’ll stop being so nice to you. She’ll give you torture.”
“She tortures me already,” Bella whispered.
“Then you know just how horrible she can be.”
Bella pondered over this. Not just that night, but for every night of that week. She forgot everything that happened from that point on. She vaguely remembered having Tia come back to her house, and having some pizza, but that was all.
“So that’s why she’s being nice to me,” she thought one night. “She already knows something is up, she just needs to find out what it is. But I can’t let her find out about the cooking. I won’t,” she decided. And then she fell asleep.
Tokyo told me.
What’s Tokyo?
I met her at Tia’s Tea Party. Well, she’s actually called Mekonka, but she’s Asian so everyone calls her Tokyo.
By everyone, you mean Tia?
Well…….Yeah.
So, how are you going to stop her from finding out? I mean if she’s half as smart as I was then she’d figure it out in a nanosecond.
I know. Will you help me?
What? Are you crazy? And land myself into trouble? No, I don’t think so.
Come on, Robert please,
No.
Why not?
What do you even want me to do?
Just check me after every cookery lesson. You know, make sure I don’t smell of food, make sure I don’t have any food or stains on me, maybe even bring me some new clothes and perfume.
When are your cookery lessons?
Every Wednesday.
Okay, but you have to do something for me.
Oh, not again…………………….
The Secret Chef
Chapter 1: Meet Bella
It was a cold, wet and windy day. All the trees outside were being blown, tilted, looking as though they might snap off at any second. Lightning filled the sky, and thunder growled, threatening to close in on Bella’s ears, blocking her from the outside world…..
“Bella! Bella, come on, you’re going to be late for school!”
The girl in bed stirred. She had a pale, thin face with hollow cheeks and the brownest of brown eyes. Her dark hair tumbled in waves across her face, and she often had to tie it up to keep it from hiding her completely. Everyone in town knew there was something odd about Bella. She kept a secret from all of them, even her parents. They were having huge rows; sometimes her dad would even go and stay with his brother for weeks on end. Bella was getting very fed up with this, so she turned to a hobby. A very unusual one, but a hobby all the same. The only person that knew what it was had taught it to her. Or rather, Bella taught her.
“Bella! The Pancakes are ready!”
“They won’t be as good as the ones I make,” Bella thought to herself.
Yes. Bella cooked.
As she dawdled down the stairs, Bella sniffed. “Too much Cinnamon,” she thought to herself, “and not enough apple. Mrs Gestre had said the balance had to be just right.”
“There you are, sleepyhead. I thought you were wearing earplugs; my throat hurts from shouting so loudly. So, I made Cinnamon and apple pancakes, your favourite.”
Bella sat down at the table, as her mum placed the plate of pancakes beside her. She sat, playing with a chunk of apple.
“What’s wrong? You usually gulp down your breakfast at the first chance you get.” Called her mum from the kitchen.
Bella sighed. “Mum, did you hear the storm yesterday?”
Her mum sat down next to her, with a bowl of muesli and yoghurt. “What storm?” she asked.
Bella smiled. Her mum was playing a game trying to get her to eat.
“Alright, alright, I’ll eat the pancakes.” She began to chew. “So, back onto the subject of the storm…”
“What storm?”
“Mum, I’m already eating; you don’t have to play dumb anymore.”
“Honey, I haven’t got a clue what you’re on about.” Her mum looked genuinely confused. “Yesterday was a beautifully sunny day. Not a drop of rain in sight.”
“No, no,” Bella said, putting her fork down on her plate, “That was the day before yesterday. It was sunny on Monday, today is Wednesday.”
Her mother peered down at her. “Today is Tuesday,” she told Bella. “Now, you’ve just had a bad dream, it is perfectly understandable, especially with….”
Bella stopped listening there. Her mother was a psychologist, which meant she studied the human brain. Sometimes, when these “dreams”, as her mother called them, occurred, she would begin a lecture about letting your feelings out, and maybe keeping a journal if Bella didn’t feel she could talk to her.
But Bella knew better than that. If she kept a journal her mum would read it anyway, and she definitely couldn’t tell her mum about the cooking thing. Her mother was always telling her to make the most of her talents. She would make Bella enter cooking competitions. This was because…..
“When I was your age,” as her mum would always say once she was really getting into the whole lecture thing, “there was a girl in my class called Denisia. Denisia was an extremely bright girl, and also very popular. However, that was not the special thing about her.” There she would always pause for dramatic effect, even though Bella had heard it a hundred times before and already knew what was coming. “She could predict the future!” This would usually have had a VERY dramatic effect on people, for Bella’s Mum liked saying things dramatically, if it weren’t for Bella mumbling the exact same saga, word-for-word because she had heard it all so many times.
“She even ran a Marquee in the Summer Holidays, made an absolute fortune, especially as all of her predictions were true. But then….” Here her mother would always shake her head, and sometimes even sigh, “We finished school. We both agreed we would take a gap year before going to University, and travel around Europe. Whilst we were in Paris, a Photographer offered Denisia a job as a model.” Here her mother would tut-tut, as if it were illegal to accept a job as a model. “Of course, she was so vulnerable at that time. The Marquee Company had said she wasn’t to use their tents any more as they kept getting ripped. Denisia was desperate for a job, and she jumped at the chance. The photographer gave her his card, and then we went back home. Denisia to pack, I to go to university and make something worthy of myself. I tried to talk her out of it, but she can be very stubborn when she wants to. So we said goodbye.” Now her mother wore a smug expression. This would have created suspense, if Bella hadn’t been giggling with her hand over her mouth. Her mother looked like a Goldfish when she looked smug.
“Of course, the ink was barely dry on the contract she had signed and she quit the job. She came back here, asking to borrow money from myself. I agreed, being foolish enough to think she would pursue her dream of being a Fortune-Teller. That was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.” Now her mum looked surly, which was not a pleasant sight (she hated it when she was wrong). “Instead, she went to America to become a Lawyer, and to learn politics, and economics, and that entire Governmental nuisance. She could have made, what, £300.00 a day if she had stuck to Fortune-Telling. But no, she went off to make…..”
“$700.00 a day,” Bella would always finish for her. As I said, Bella’s Mum hated being wrong.
So anyway, if Bella’s Mum found out about her cooking, she would write letters applying for a Scholarship to every cooking school in the County, not to mention boast to all her friends that there was “a young Nigella in the family” as she had once boasted when Bella had made a sandwich. If she found out, there would be more than boastings and gloatings. She would invite all of her friends to come round for dinner. She would maybe even ring the local newspaper and make sure they put Bella on the front page.
“No Mum, there really was a storm. I wasn’t dreaming it; I wasn’t dreaming any of the other things either-”
Her mum looked sceptical. “So you’re telling me that in real life wolves come out in the middle of the night and eat the television?”
“Well it was broken, wasn’t it? And the Policeman said it looked like it had a tooth in it. He even pulled it out to take back to the Laboratory, why would he do that if he wasn’t suspicious?” Bella thought she had won her mum over this time.
But no, her mum just snapped at her to finish her pancakes and get dressed.
“Sometimes,” thought Bella, “Having a Mother that sees things logically isn’t always a good thing.”
Chapter 2: Time to Herself
Bella arrived at school five minutes before class. She saw all the other girls were there, chatting and laughing. She didn’t have anyone to laugh and chat with. All the girls at school were horrible to her. Just because she was quiet, and very intelligent. If they found out about her cooking, she would never hear the end of it.
Unfortunately Tia’s, the girl that teased her the most, mum was friends with her mum. Yet another reason for her not to find out about the cooking. She should really list these things.
Bella Night’s List of Reasons for her Mum not to Find out about the Cooking
1. She would make her go on TV Cookery shows, such as These Kids can Sure Cook! And The Salad, Celery and Tomato Team. It would be too humiliating.
2. She would invite all of her friends over for a sit-down dinner. She would have to wear white gloves, and a posh dress. Bella hated white gloves and posh dresses. The only time she had ever worn white gloves was for Horse-Riding. She had never worn a posh dress.
3. She would send Application Letters for Scholarships to all of the Cookery Schools she could find.
4. She would make her do all of the cooking, especially when Dad wasn’t there. (Dad could make Pasta, Roasts, Casseroles, etc. Her Mum….. well, let’s just say they had a lot of beans on toast.
5. She would tell Tia’s Mum!
“There, that’s better,” thought Bella, “Now I can keep track of all of the reasons.”
She looked at her School Time-Table. First up was…….Music.
“Mrs Stocker, I really don’t feel very well,” mumbled Bella to her music teacher, “My, um, head hurts, my stomach hurts, I just, um, I just want to sit outside the Nurse’s Office for a minute or two.”
“Or for the whole lesson,” she thought to herself.
Mrs Stocker looked sympathetic. She was quite an old woman, definitely in her fifties, and her scraggly, fine hair was turning grey. She wore a red frilled Blouse (BIG MISTAKE) and an old, grey, faded skirt (That reaches to her ankles).
“Very well dear, try and come back if you can.”
Bella nodded then exited. “Phew!” She said aloud, sighing with relief. “I can’t believe she didn’t notice that I skip every Music Lesson.”“Why is that?” A voice behind her asked.
Bella whipped round faster than lightning. It was just Robert, her Science Partner. She laughed to herself. “I can’t play any instrument, and I am tone deaf.”
Robert looked awkward. “Sorry,” he said, so quietly Bella could barely hear him, “I didn’t mean to-”
“Its fine!” assured Bella, laughing to herself again. “Even if I sounded like Mariah Carey I wouldn’t sing.”
“Why not?” asked Robert, puzzled.
“I find it boring,” she told him, “Just standing there, making your voice go high, then low, then high again.”
“That’s an interesting theory. So, you’ve been pretending to be sick every Music Lesson so that Tia doesn’t hear you sing?”
“So that no one hears me sing,” Bella corrected. “If I did, they’d never leave me alone.”
“Haven’t they noticed you’re not there at lessons?”
Bella smiled. “They don’t care. Anyway, they can sing better than the whole school put together.”
Robert smiled. “But they can’t cook.”
Bella’s mouth dropped open. How did he know that? But before she could ask, Robert had disappeared.
“Weird,” she thought.
She made her way to the Cookery Room. She was sure Mrs Gestre wouldn’t mind, she had told her to practice as much as she possibly could.
Bella slowly and cautiously crept towards the Cookery Room, making sure she wasn’t seen. She finally made it.
“Bella!” Mrs Gestre sounded so surprised, Bella turned around, jumping.
“I-I’m so s-sorry M-Mrs Gestre,” she stuttered, as she always did when she was nervous or afraid. “I-I thought that s-since y-you told me t-to p-practice as much as I c-could, you wouldn’t m-mind me coming up h-here instead of m-music c-class?”
Bella told Mrs Gesture everything. She was very understanding.
“I,” she said, “could never speak French at School. I was always making excuses, and kept secretly creeping away to cook, not unlike you are now. I always found cooking a safe place to escape to if you need a bit of time to yourself. Just you and the oven,” she smiled, tapping it as she did so. “Until a girl in my class named Caitlin began to notice I was never in French. Caitlin was just like Tia. Spoilt, rich, her mother and mine were very good friends. She was the best in the whole class at French. She began to ponder why I wasn’t there. Ponder means-”
“Think, I know.”
Mrs Gestre nodded. “Clever girl. So, anyway, one day I found something extraordinary. You see, in our French class we only ever did singing in French. And I found out that she was miming to a backing tape!”
No matter how much Bella begged, pleaded or wheedled, Mrs Gestre wouldn’t tell her what happened next. They just made Steak and Cheese Pie.
Then Mrs Gestre gave Bella a Pop Quiz. When she moaned, Mrs Gesture told her that Cookery was theory as well as practical.
Bella got all of the Questions right. She was so proud; she even asked to keep it. She wouldn’t keep it in her room; her Mum would find it easily. So she hid it right in the very bottom of her Schoolbag.
Once the Music Lesson was over, Bella made her way to the Science Lab.
Where she would see Robert again.
How did he know about her cooking? The only people she had ever told were….. she didn’t tell anyone. She didn’t have any friends. She couldn’t tell her Mum for all of the reasons she had put on her list. She couldn’t tell Dad because he would tell Mum. Bella didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and no pets (her Mother said they would just eat up all her important assignments on the Human Brain.) The only person that knew was Mrs Gestre…….Mrs Gestre…….. MRS GESTRE?!
Could she have told Robert? Bella had no idea which subjects he took so she didn’t know if he did Cookery also.
“Miss Night?”
Bella focused her attention to Mr. Larcksam, her Science Teacher.
“Yes Sir?” she asked.
The whole class burst into fits of laughter. Even Mr. Larcksam smirked to himself.
“I just asked you,” he told her loud enough so that the class could all hear, “If you were going to continue daydreaming throughout my class. To which you replied Yes Sir.”
The class had obviously begun. And Robert was still not here yet. She needed to interrogate him about how he knew she did Cookery.
Could she ask Mr. Larcksam? Maybe he’d know…
Bella stuck her hand in the air.
Mr Larcksam sarcastically pretended to be surprised.
“Look Class, she’s finished her work already!”
The whole class started laughing again.
“I just wanted to know,” Bella asked, once everyone had quietened down, “Why isn’t Robert Patricks here, Sir?” she asked, immediately regretting it.
“Do you want to copy off of someone then?” he inquired.
Bella shook her head.
Mr. Larcksam smiled. “Read up to page 302 please.”
Chapter 3: The Microscopes
“Bella! Bella!”
Bella stopped walking. Who was that calling her name? No one ever called her name, no one even liked her. Who was it?
A figure came running up to her.
It was Robert.
“There you are!” screeched Bella, “I’ve been looking for you all day!”
“Shhhhh! Please be quiet,” begged Robert, “I’m trying not to let anyone know I am here, please.”
“Why weren’t you in Science?” Bella hissed, “Mr Larcksam picked on me today, and when I asked him if you were coming, he accused me of-”
“Are you insane?” whispered Robert, “if you ever ask him where anyone is, he’ll-”
“Accused me of wanting to copy your work,” Bella continued, “and at the beginning of the lesson, I was so busy wondering where you were-”
“Never give you a straight answer,” Robert carried on, as if Bella had never spoken, “he claims to know everything about everyone, but he doesn’t even-”
“He asked me if I was going to daydream all through his lesson and, of course, I was too busy worrying where you were so I said yes Sir, and the whole class was laughing at me-” Bella stopped. She now remembered why she had wanted to see Robert.
“How did you know?” she asked him.
“How did I know what? That Mr Larcksam wouldn’t give a straight answer?”
“No,” replied Bella, “how did you know I did Cookery?”
Robert began to turn red. “I didn’t.”
“Yes you did,” Bella insisted, now a bit more confident, “remember? I told you about me not being able to play any instrument?”
Robert thought for a moment. “No, I don’t recall” he slowly announced.
Bella looked at him. “What do you want?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, I found these microscopes,” he held them out to show Bella, “I’m giving them away for free, as Mr. Larcksam charges us £20 for thirty minutes on the school ones.”“Where did you get them?” Asked Bella, her mind far away from the Cookery mystery.
“My Grandpa’s a Scientist, and he’s now 69, so he’s retiring. He says I can have all his Lab Equipment.”
“You are so lucky,” gasped Bella in awe as Robert pulled them all out. They were gold and shiny, and reflected every last sparkle. “My Grandpa was an accountant.”
“You can have two or three if you like,” Robert suggested, “they all have different specialities. For example, this one,” he pointed to the one Bella was holding, “is easily adjustable. And this one,” he pulled one out of the bag, “is quite hard to adjust, but can see 100 times more clearly.”
“Wow.”
Bella took three of the microscopes, and placed them in her schoolbag.
Bella sighed. She walked the long walk home, and then took the microscopes up to her bedroom. Her mum had said she would be back late, and she wasn’t sure if her Dad was coming back at all.
Then, she remembered why she had wanted to see Robert. Why hadn’t she questioned him further about Cookery? She had been distracted by the Microscopes. Why would he give her the Microscopes? It wasn’t as if she was his friend or anything. He had plenty of friends; almost the whole school liked him. Why her, out of all of them?
Bella decided the Kitchen was safe, as her mother was out for hours. She decided to make Spaghetti Bolognese, as pasta always helped her think. How about some Garlic Bread also? It made her feel more awake, as if she had been in the dark, and suddenly a light bulb had been turned on. It might help her discover how Robert had known about her Cooking. She was sure the answer was obvious; she was just oblivious to it. She decided to make a list of that as well….
Bella Night’s List of Reasons Robert May Have Come to Know Of Her Cookery Classes
1. He may take them himself, and therefore Mrs Gestre may have hinted she came
2. He may have been giving Mrs Gestre a message, and seen her writing Bella’s name
3. A friend might take classes and been told by Mrs Gestre, and told him
4. He could have been doing a Survey of Student timetables, and uploaded her Timetable from the Secretary’s computer
5. HE COULD HAVE SEEN HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 4: A tea Party
“Hiya Bella, how was School today?”
Bella just shrugged and said “It was okay.”
“Who did you hang out with? Tia?”
Bella suppressed a giggle. “Yes, of course.”
Bella’s mum believed that Bella and Tia were best friends, and if she knew the truth, she would call Tia’s mum and tell her. Tia’s mum would tell Tia off, and Tia would be even nastier to Bella (if that was possible).
“What did you talk about?”
“Oh, the usual. Hair, make-up.”
“But you never style your hair, and you never wear make-up.”
“Well, Tia does.”
Her mum shook her head and laughed. “Imagine, two best friends that are complete opposites. Still, she might be a good influence on you. You know, Tia’s mum told me that she is having a Tea Party on Saturday.
“A Tea Party?”
“Yes,” her mother looked thrilled, “a proper sit down dinner, with fish forks, and finger sandwiches, it’s rumoured to be at Le Chic Maison.”
Le Chic Maison was the most expensive Hotel in the County. Even the toilets were filled with Bottled water!
“Mum, I’m probably not going to be invited.”
“Why not?” her mum was smiling. “Tia’s mum said everyone in the class is going.”
“Yeah, everyone except me,” thought Bella.
“You know,” continued her mum, “I was actually thinking about maybe inviting Tia over to our house afterwards. You know, like a Sleep-Over.”
Bella’s eyes widened. “No mum, we don’t have to do that”
“Why not?”
“Oh, let’s see, because our house is tiny with two bedrooms and I only have a single bed, whereas she lives in a HUGE mansion, and has a King Size bed,” Bella thought. She didn’t actually say that, of course. She had tried asking her mum for a bigger bed, but she had just said that there was nothing wrong with the one she had already.
“Hello Mum? I have had it since I was two, and I am now fourteen!” Bella recalled thinking at the time. That was a couple of years ago now, so it was even older. It had drawings of flowers and teddy bears all over it, doodles she had done when she was 5. There again, maybe this Sleepover was a good excuse to get a new bed…
“Because…because my bed isn’t big enough,” replied Bella. “We would never both fit into it, especially not if Kitty was in it as well.”Kitty was the big cuddly kitten Bella’s aunt had bought her when she was 6. She wasn’t very cuddly anymore; her soft, cream fur had turned to a knotted grey, her two big eyes had come unglued, and her whiskers smelled of cheese (long story). Tia would definitely make fun of it, but at least Bella would have a Double Bed. Bella was getting a bit old for Kitty, but every time she tried hinting that Kitty needed to be thrown away, her mother just said “I would never take her away from you, she means so much to you.”
Her mother softened at this. “Okay, maybe we could get you a bunk bed-”
“Tia would hate that, please Mum.”
Her mum sighed. “Okay,” she agreed, “IF you will wear a long dress and white gloves at this Tea Party.”Bella’s celebrations came to a halt. Long Dress? White Gloves?
There was a lot more to it than that.
“You will wear flat pumps. Not boots, not trainers, and you will wear make-up and style your hair into a chignon. You will apply moisturiser and Vaseline to your skin. We will also have to work on your vocabulary. If you say “what” at this Tea Party, Tia will not Sleep-Over.”
“I’ll say it as often as I can, then,” thought Bella.
The next day, her mother took her out shopping. This was not an easy task.
Bella’s mum had it all planned out in her head. She would wear an ankle-length pink dress, with a white silk veil over the top.
Bella did not like this idea at all!!!!!
Bella kept getting distracted by the jeans and denim jackets. Her mother would sigh with exasperation time and time again.
“Why can’t you just be girly for once?” she asked.
Bella and her mum eventually compromised on a deep blue dress that went to her knees.
“Don’t blame me when you look scruffier than everyone else,” her mother had warned.
“I won’t,” replied Bella.
For shoes she wore pumps like her mum said-only they were also dark blue. Her mother kept sighing and sighing, until eventually, she snapped.
“No,” she said after Bella had suggested black eye shadow, “Unless you have at least one feature half-way decent for a Tea Party, I will draw the line at your double bed.”
Bella had to obey her mother.
“Now look, it’s perfectly understandable to have a brief manic phase at your age, but unnecessary to-”
Bella stopped listening there. She blocked her mother out like she always did when she was giving a lecture. She would think of a new recipe she could try, and eventually get lost in her thoughts. She also did this when her parents were arguing.
“…Good to go lip gloss is half the price of that black eye shadow-no, a quarter! If you think I’m going to spend £25 on one tacky box of make-up you will never use…”
She was still going. “It’s going to be a long night,” thought Bella.
Chapter 5: So Close….
“So, Isabella, what song are you singing?”
Bella looked confused. “It’s just Bella, actually,” she told Tia, “and what are you talking about?”
Tia laughed. “In our last music class we got told to sing a song. Whichever song we choose. Which one are you doing?”
“I only got told that brie tastes much better with steak than stilton does,” thought Bella.
“Um…”
“Oh, sorry Bella, I forgot. You’re never there for music classes, are you?” Tia looked smug. “You’re off in the Nurse’s room. For every single lesson.”
Bella began to stutter.
“Well, w-what I d-id was, I, w-well, I-”
“Perhaps if you sing Old McDonald, I might consider not telling anyone,” Tia blackmailed.
“What?!” Bella was shocked. She had known Tia was not very nice, but this was getting ridiculous…
“And if you even think about telling anybody this, the whole school will know that you skip every music lesson. The whole school including the teachers.”
With that, Tia walked away, her long blonde hair swishing out behind her.
“What am I going to do?” Bella thought, miserably.
“Okay class, I hope you have all been practising. The first person to come up and sing is Tia.”
Tia sashayed up to the front of the class, brimming with confidence.
“You are the Dancing Queen,” she sang, “young and sweet, only seventeen.”
Bella remembered something.
“The tambourine, oh yeah,” Tia continued, unaware that Bella was standing right next to the CD player.
Then suddenly the music stopped. Bella slinked back to her place before anyone realised she had left.
Tia went to investigate the CD player.
“It’s jammed!” she wailed.
“Don’t worry,” comforted Mrs Stocker, “you can just sing without the backing tape.”
Tia turned a bright red. “You are the dancing queeeeeeeeeeeen,” she warbled, sounding like a porpoise with laryngitis.
The class all covered their ears.
Tia looked at Bella, who was deliberately not looking her way.
“Actually, Mrs Stocker, I think it’s time we heard Bella sing,” Tia suggested, a devious look in her eye.
“Very well. Bella, up you come.”
Bella stood at the front of the class, shaking. “It’s now or never,” she thought, “do I sing Old McDonald and have Tia keep my secret, or do I not sing at all and have everyone know?”
She realised what she had to do.
“Old McDonald had a farm,” she began.
The whole class burst into fits of laughter. It was humiliating, but Bella had to do it. Then, she realised that there was a loophole. Well, sort of.
“And on that farm there was Tia…” she sang.
Tia’s face looked venomous. Bella shrugged as if to say “Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t do it slightly differently”.
And Tia realised this loophole a bit late.
At this point of the song, the class weren’t laughing at Bella anymore, they were laughing at Tia.
Tia fled from the classroom. The class all cheered. Even Mrs Stocker was smiling. “Well, I’ve never heard that before,” she beamed. “Well done.”
In Science, Bella remembered a very important question.
“How did you know?” Robert looked puzzled. “About what?”
“I won’t get distracted by Microscopes this time,” Bella told him, “You have no excuse not to answer me.”
“Isabella! Robert! No talking!” Mr Larcksam barked.
So instead, they passed notes.
How did you know about the Cookery thing?
What Cookery thing?
When I told you I didn’t like singing?
Speaking of singing, I heard you attended Music Class Today….
Yes, I did, but that’s not the point. I told you I wouldn’t get distracted this time, and I won’t.
You’re very stubborn.
So how did you know?
What, that you were stubborn? Just Common Sense.
No, do you remember about the Cookery thing?
What Cookery thing?
Remember? I told you that I found singing boring, and then you said was I worried Tia would find out and I said the whole class could sing better than me, and you said that they couldn’t cook.
Oh, that time, yeah.
How did you know?
It was the first time ever that Bella wished the Science Class could have lasted longer.
Chapter 6: Is dad coming home?
As she wrapped the Spaghetti round and round her fork, Bella began to ponder her situation. What had Robert been about to write? Why did he take the piece of paper with him? What would Tia say if she found out about the Cookery Classes? She already knew that Bella was skipping Music Classes, she was half-way there. All it took was a simple glance round the door of the Cookery Room, and she would surely tell EVERYONE.
Bella’s Mum got home very late. It was well past midnight before the door opened, and she walked in.
“I am so sorry I’m late, Matthew had a mental breakdown on his way to the car, I had to take him back inside and try to figure out his situation.” “That’s okay Mum, I understand.”
“I also spoke to Tia’s mum and she said it was fine for Tia to sleep over after her Tea Party.”
“Joy,” muttered Bella under her breath.
“And I also spoke your Science Teacher today.” Finished Bella’s mother grimly.
“Oh no,” thought Bella, “Mr. Larcksam must have told her everything!”
“He says he wants you to go to an after school club every Thursday. Now, it’s perfectly understandable that you find Science difficult, but you need the proper coaching. Do you think that Albert Einstein figured out that E=MC2 immediately? Of course not!”
Whilst Bella’s mum was babbling about Mr. Larcksam’s after school club, Bella had been sighing with relief. If that was all he had told her, then she was one of the luckiest people in the world.
“Mum, I’m really tired, I’m going to bed,” announced Bella once her mum had finished talking about her Science progress.
“Okay Bella, I’m going to stay up for a while and watch some TV. Is that okay with you?”
Bella ignored this question totally. “When is Dad coming home?”
Her mother didn’t answer for a couple of minutes.
“I don’t know if he is coming home,” she eventually whispered.
So Bella just bade her goodnight and went upstairs to her room. She looked around, taking in her rose red walls, her cluttered desk, and her spinning chair, everything her Dad had built for her. And before she knew it, she found herself crying.
She knew that if her parents did divorce her mum wouldn’t let her see her father ever again. She would say it was because it would just cause arguments over custody, but Bella knew it would be because her mum didn’t want to see him.
How could she convince her dad to come home?
And was custody something to do with custard?
These were the questions she needed to know.
The next morning, Bella awoke to hear her mum playing her meditation music very loudly.
“Yom on Kiki,” came from her bedroom.
Bella got up and made herself some porridge. Pancakes were nice, but sometimes she needed a break from them.
Once she had eaten all her porridge, she washed and dried it herself so as not to arouse suspicion. It was the smallest things that set her mother off.
She went back into her bedroom and got dressed. She had Science today. Maybe she would finally find out how Robert knew!!!!!
“Bella,” called her mum from the bedroom, “don’t forget it’s Tia’s Tea Party tomorrow. Be sure to remind her she is staying over afterwards.”
“Okay,” Bella yelled back.
She walked to school, and then went inside.
She had another music lesson. She couldn’t skip it this time, Tia was already suspicious.
“Today class, we are going to be doing an exam,” announced Mrs Stocker.
The whole class groaned. Except for Bella. She was too shocked to do anything but stare ahead of her, looking as though she was frozen.
She had only been to one music class the whole year!!!!! And in the last music class the only thing she had learned was not to sing Old Macdonald in front of Tia. Oh well, at least she’d be able to answer that if it came up in the test.
She looked at her exam paper.
Grade 4 Music Exam
Describe and draw a Treble Clef.
Huh? Bella didn’t know what a “Treble Clef” was, she had never heard of it before.
What is the difference between a major and minor chord?
“Oh boy,” she thought, “it’s going to be a long music lesson……”
Chapter 7: Answers
Yes, as a matter of fact I did.
Any fun?
Well, if you consider taking a test that you know NONE OF THE ANSWERS TO fun, then yes.
Not having a good day then?
Well I wish I could just go to Cookery Class……. Wait.
What?
How did you know about the Cookery? And don’t expect to be saved by the bell, because we have 50 minutes of Science left.
Just common sense……
What do you mean?
You smell of garlic, you have pieces of bread stuck in your hair; your lunch contains the most magnificent dishes that are WAY too fresh to not have been baked the same day.
You’re serious?
Yes. In fact, I’m surprised no one else has noticed……….
Geez, so am I. Are you going to tell anyone?
Well, I’ve kept it a secret for this long. There’s no apparent reason for me to tell everyone now.
Thank you!!!!
However there is one condition
Yes?
……………….
“Of all the things in the world you could have asked me to do, it has to be this!” hissed Bella, as Robert and she were filing out of the classroom with everyone else.
“Well, I’m doing you a favour, you’re doing me a favour, and it’s as simple as that.
“No, it’s not as simple as that, because I’m asking you to keep a secret, and you’re asking me to-”
“Well fine, if you would rather I told everyone, that’s cool with me-”
“No, I’ll do it.”
Bella strode up to Mr. Larcksam’s office. She knocked twice on the door.
“Enter,” was the reply.
“Mr Larcksam,” Bella addressed him, “we are sick and tired of your stupid games, your insane teaching methods, and more importantly, your rude jokes.”
Mr. Larcksam was stunned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he muttered.
“If it doesn’t stop right now, we’ll be going to the Head teacher.”
“Who’s we?” snorted the teacher.
“Please come now,” prayed Bella silently, “if this is one of your jokes, you are so dead.”
But she needn’t have worried. Robert walked in at that moment.
“Oh, tweedledum and tweedledee,” Mr. Larcksam roared with laughter at his own joke.
Bella nodded at Robert. It was time.
“Well,” Robert began, “you do know that the school has Security Cameras?”
“Yes I do. So what?”
“Well, one of those security cameras is located in the Science Classroom,” explained Robert, “The Science Classroom which just happens to be where you teach every class.”
Mr Larcksam had turned a dark red. “So what?” he repeated again.
“So,” Bella told him, “Mr Sanimari has seen each and every one of those classes. Including the ones where you pick on me and various other students.” Mr Sanimari was the Head teacher.
Mr Larcksam was now purple. “You’re lying,” he decided, “You’re trying to scare me. Would you please leave?”
“No, we’re not lying. We’re being completely honest.”
A look of pure venom shot over Mr Larcksam’s face. “I asked you to leave!” he snarled, waving his hands in the air. “I have no time for rude little girls and boys.”
“And we have no time for you,” said Bella, “but I know someone that does.”
“Who?” snorted Mr Larcksam.
Then suddenly, before Mr Larcksam could comprehend what was happening, Bella and Robert had thrown a bowl of Spaghetti over his head.
“OUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Mr Larcksam.
Bella and Robert ran from the room, giggling like lunatics.
“You’ve got to keep my secret,” Bella reminded Robert.
“Don’t worry, I will,” he reassured her.
“Hey, Bella,” Tia confronted her at lunchtime.
“What do you want?” asked Bella.
“Just wanted to remind you that I’m coming to your sleepover tonight. Have you forgotten already? Mummy obviously didn’t remind you. After the Tea Party?”
“Oh, yeah. That. Well, I um, I was actually, uh, going to-”
“See you tonight, then.”
“OK, bye….”
“Wow,” thought Bella, “for the first time ever, Tia didn’t call me Isabella. And-was she actually being nice me????????”
Chapter 8: More Answers
“Oh, do call me Bella, please.”
“Okay then. So, do you want to come inside, Bella?” here Tia’s mum paused, thinking about how the word “Bella” sounded.
She must have thought it classy, because after a moment or two she smiled and led Bella in.
The Hotel Le Chic Maison was VERY grand and posh, huge with white marble pillars (yes, on the inside) and white walls that reflected the sunlight, making them……sparkle, almost. The ceiling was at least 100 metres high, maybe even more than that, with crystal chandeliers dotted all over it. The Reception Desk was mahogany with lots of pink, fluffy things all over it. The woman sat behind it was very young, no older than 25, and was chatting into her mobile phone.
When Le Chic Maison first opened, Bella had never thought she’d actually go there. A leaflet had come in the post, and it showed discounts to £30000 for one night. And that was one of the cheapest.
“Interesting dress, Bella,” smiled Tia’s mum, “You’ll definitely stand out.”
And she was right. Bella’s mother had been too. All the other girls there were wearing long, pink dresses and wrist-length white gloves. They said things like “My gosh, this Earl Grey Tea is superb,” and “My word, don’t you look absolutely fine!” Bella was almost glad that her mother had made her take vocabulary lessons. And that she had taught her which spoon and fork to eat what with. There were loads of them! Seven spoons, five knives and twelve forks. Bella almost started panicking. What would happen if she used the wrong spoon or fork????????
“Oh, Isabella, so glad that you are here,” called Tia, beckoning Bella over to join her and the group of girls she was with.”
“This is Martha, and Porsha, and Alana, and Clarissa, and Cassandra, and-”
Tia was introducing Bella to everyone. There were hundreds of them! Bella decided to do what she did when her mum was boring her, and began to dream about apple pies and tuna casserole. However, when it had all been cooked and eaten, she had to return back to the real world.
“And Jodie, and Ashleen, and Georgia, and Nicky, and Samantha, and Cristobel, and Bethany, and Amy, and-”
She was still going. Bella was finally saved by a waitress Tia’s mum had hired (there were ninety of them in total) calling out “Would you all please stop mingling, and come to eat?”
“Top-hoe,” everyone was saying, rushing to a table at once. Before she knew what was happening, Tia dragged Bella over to the table reserved only for Tia and her close friends. Bella was quite shocked at this, she was hardly one of Tia’s close friends, they barely even talked to each other.
She recognised Martha, Alana, Cristobel, Porsha, Cassandra and Clarissa, but had no clue who any of the others were.
“Oh, do forgive me for being so silly,” Tia suddenly exclaimed, “I haven’t introduced you yet, have I?”
“There’s really no need,” mumbled Bella, but Tia was already yapping away to the girls Bella didn’t recognise.
“This is Bella, she goes to my school. Bella, this is Sydney, Tokyo, Paris and Washitina.”
“G’day Bella,” greeted Sydney.
“Hello,” nodded Tokyo.
“ello,” nodded Paris.
“Hiya Bella,” smiled Washitina.
“Um, hello Sydney, Tokyo, Paris and Washitina,” said Bella.
The whole table burst out laughing. Bella could feel herself going red.
“Those aren’t our real names,” explained Washitina in her American accent.
“Those are our nicknames,” elaborated Sydney in her Australian accent. “Zat is what Tee calls us,” told Paris in her French accent.
“We’re really called Rebecca, Mekonka, Fleur and Lilie,” said Mekonka in her Asian accent.
Bella understood now. “Sydney” was Rebecca, “Tokyo” was Mekonka, “Paris” was Fleur and “Washitina” was Lilie.
“Oh.” This was all Bella could say. She was temporarily lost for speech.
It was okay, however. Tia yapped so much to everyone, that Bella wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgeways even if she wanted to.
“And so then I said that it was impossible, because of course, what else could I say, and then she said it wasn’t impossible because she’d actually done it!”
For some reason spontaneous comments like this made everyone on the table laugh. Clarissa actually once started crying because she was laughing so much.
“So then I asked for proof. I said, “prove it to me, and I might reconsider.” So, she tried to do it, but obviously failed, and then she was the one that looked an idiot. So I said to her, I said “You’ve been lying, haven’t you?” and then she said “so what if I have?”
This one really set them all off. In fact, they laughed for so long that people began to stare. The only one not laughing was Mekonka, or “Tokyo”.
“I don’t find it funny either,” she whispered to Bella.
“Why are they laughing so hard,” she whispered back.
“Because if they don’t Tia will hate them and they won’t get money loans from her.”
“Oh,” Bella said. She seemed to be saying that a lot lately. “Mekonka,” she began.
“Oh please, call me Tokyo,” she said to Bella, chewing on a prawn finger-sandwich.
“Tokyo,” she asked, “is Tia nice to you?”
“Well,” she hesitated, “She pays our rent.”
“But is she nice to you?”
Tokyo looked at Bella. “Look Bella,” she whispered quickly and quietly, as if speaking to an ally, “is there a secret? Something you don’t want anyone to know?”
Bella turned red. “Well, there kind of is.”
“Then I’d suggest you stay out of Tia’s way,” Tokyo advised, “especially if she’s knows something about it, no matter how little she does know. Because if she finds out, she’ll stop being so nice to you. She’ll give you torture.”
“She tortures me already,” Bella whispered.
“Then you know just how horrible she can be.”
Bella pondered over this. Not just that night, but for every night of that week. She forgot everything that happened from that point on. She vaguely remembered having Tia come back to her house, and having some pizza, but that was all.
“So that’s why she’s being nice to me,” she thought one night. “She already knows something is up, she just needs to find out what it is. But I can’t let her find out about the cooking. I won’t,” she decided. And then she fell asleep.
Chapter 9: One step closer……
Tokyo told me.
What’s Tokyo?
I met her at Tia’s Tea Party. Well, she’s actually called Mekonka, but she’s Asian so everyone calls her Tokyo.
By everyone, you mean Tia?
Well…….Yeah.
So, how are you going to stop her from finding out? I mean if she’s half as smart as I was then she’d figure it out in a nanosecond.
I know. Will you help me?
What? Are you crazy? And land myself into trouble? No, I don’t think so.
Come on, Robert please,
No.
Why not?
What do you even want me to do?
Just check me after every cookery lesson. You know, make sure I don’t smell of food, make sure I don’t have any food or stains on me, maybe even bring me some new clothes and perfume.
When are your cookery lessons?
Every Wednesday.
Okay, but you have to do something for me.
Oh, not again…………………….
“I’ve already thrown Spaghetti over Mr Larcksam, what more do you want me to do?” moaned Bella after Science Lesson. “Did you see the way he kept looking at me, like he wanted to tell the whole class what happened but couldn’t because of the CCTV cameras?”
“For the last time, they’re not CCTV cameras,” Robert told Bella, “CCTV cameras don’t record sound and these cameras do.”
“Oh CCTV, sound-recording, whatever. They’re still cameras. Anyway, what is it that you want me to do?”
Robert smiled. “Well, I was kind of hoping you’d let me tutor you. For music.”
Bella groaned. “Robert, isn’t there anything else you want me to do? I’ll even spill Spaghetti over Mr Larcksam again.”“No,” replied Robert with a smile in his face, “just tutoring.”
Bella sighed. “Fine.”
“Every Thursday after school?” asked Robert.
“Deal,” replied Bella.
“And since today’s Tuesday, we only have two days.”
Bella pretended she did not hear this. It was just easier that way. She almost thought that she had been impressive-until she tripped over.
“Here,” Robert handed her some books that had fallen out of her bag.
“Thanks,” Bella mumbled.
Just then the bell went. They both hurried separate ways.
“Wow,” thought Bella, “is he like my friend now?”
“But honey, I thought you already had lots of friends at school?” asked Bella’s very confused mother when Bella told her about Robert.
“How many friends of mine have you met, mum?” Bella asked.
Her mother looked sheepish. “Well, Tia.” “Exactly my point.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve found a new friend. It’ll be a shame if you have have to go on through life without many school friends to have a giggle with every now and again,” her mum said as she scooped up her beans. “Even I keep in touch with Kristen and Edward.”
“Mum,” Bella asked, “tomorrow night can we have something other than beans on toast?”
“Well,” Bella’s mum looked right into Bella’s chocolate brown eyes, “I was thinking maybe you could cook dinner tomorrow night.”
Bella was frozen. She couldn’t cook for her mum! She would surely realise that Bella had tried it before, Bella knew her way around the kitchen too well. Besides that, she was also a VERY bad liar. How could she say no to her mum? They couldn’t both live on beans and toast, it was unhealthy. But surely Bella could just make something simple, like pasta? It was quite easy to make pasta, you just had to boil it. And if she grated some cheese on it, maybe she could get away with it……..
“How about I try some pasta, mum?” she eventually said, intentionally avoiding her mother’s eye for fear that she would see right through it.
Her mum beamed. “Perfect!” she cried, obviously overjoyed.
Bella then excused herself from the table, going up to her room. She began to make another list.
Bella Knight’s list of things that may escape her secret from reaching anyone
1. Get Robert to check her after each cookery lesson.
2. Make sure she was absolutely 100% sure that no one would be coming home before she cooked anything.
3. Wash up the dishes immediately after she had eaten anything.
4. Stay out of everyone’s way before and after each cookery lesson.
5. DON’T COOK AROUND HER MUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 10: Bella’s Journal
3 Years later……
Dear Journal,
Hello again! It’s me, Bella. I have now just passed my Driving Test!!!!!!!! I currently own an old truck, but once I begin earning more money I should be able to afford something better. Wow, everything feels like it’s in a dream!!! My university is brilliant, especially as Robert has the same classes as me, and it almost seems like I’m………….
POPULAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Yes, that’s right, the nerd, the dweeb now one of the most popular girls in our whole university!
Soon I will hopefully qualify as a professional chef, and maybe even have my own television show like Gordon Ramsay. Oh well, who knows what the future holds……
My mum’s totally cool with the fact that I’m going to be a cook, dad is as well (yes, they finally got back together!) So much has happened in the past three years, I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to inform you.
Robert is also studying to be a chef, and we are going to open a restaurant together (that’s if the TV show thing doesn’t work) and we’re thinking about calling it “Thrown Spaghetti” haha. THAT ought to annoy Mr. Larcksam, or Peter as we should call him now we are no longer students of his.
Tia is also at our university, studying………. Of course, beauty.
So yeah, the whole school eventually found out that I cooked (because Robert forgot to check me one day after cookery) but I am now totally okay with it. I decided on that day to tell my mum, and just ask her not to make a big deal out of it. Surprisingly, she didn’t. She just mumbled something about me finally finding my talent, and that was it. Of course, she instantly called dad and told him. Well, I couldn’t expect her not making a big deal out of it to last for that long, could I?
So now it’s just me and the spatula. And Robert, of course. But now that school’s finished, I don’t have to worry about social acception, I don’t have to worry about Tia, I don’t have to worry about anything (apart from not burning myself on the cooker which I’ve done quite a few times).
So, I hope that everything goes well. Oops, I got to go, Robert’s calling for me to come and help him make Spaghetti Bolognese and Garlic Bread.
It still helps me to think.
By Keira J Age 11 Year 6
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Tuesday 17 March 2009
"Strawberries" By Jessica, Age 7, Year 2
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Strawberries
My favorite foods are strawberries because they are ripe, juicy, sour and sweet.
They are yummy I like them with sugar and whipped cream.
So red so tasty. They are my favorite fruit.
You should try it. They are delicious.
By Jessica
Age 7
Year 2
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"Chocolate" by Rosie, Age 6, Year 2
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CHOCOLATE
My favourite food is chocolate so brown and so tasty.
You should try it. So sweet and I like it when it is melted.
Galaxy is my fave better than all the rest.
By Rosie
Age 6
Year 2
CHOCOLATE
My favourite food is chocolate so brown and so tasty.
You should try it. So sweet and I like it when it is melted.
Galaxy is my fave better than all the rest.
By Rosie
Age 6
Year 2
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Monday 16 March 2009
"Fish and Chips" By Annabelle P, Age 7, Year 2
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FISH AND CHIPS
I went to the chippy, to buy some Fish and Chips.
The Fish was crunchy and the chips were cheesy.
The salt made the chips yummy.
And the vinegar made the fish disgusting.
I had one of those funny wooden forks, "BUT... MINE BROKE!"
I went to the baker's shop and I bought some white bread, it tasted delicious and someone stole my strawberry drink. So the baker gave me a strawberry drink again.
THE END
By Annabelle P
Age 7
Year 2
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FISH AND CHIPS
I went to the chippy, to buy some Fish and Chips.
The Fish was crunchy and the chips were cheesy.
The salt made the chips yummy.
And the vinegar made the fish disgusting.
I had one of those funny wooden forks, "BUT... MINE BROKE!"
I went to the baker's shop and I bought some white bread, it tasted delicious and someone stole my strawberry drink. So the baker gave me a strawberry drink again.
THE END
By Annabelle P
Age 7
Year 2
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