On top of the hill

On top of the hill

I read in the newspaper about a house on top of a cliff. It was alleged that whenever children go to play there, they always get hurt and swear never to come back. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my spine. I decided, as a reporter, to go the house and investigate more about that area .I packed everything I would need at the house, and my father dropped me there.

As I stood, gazing at the dilapidated house. I could see the house`s wall showed black by neglect. cracks had started forming and insects were crawling out of them. At the gate red roses grew widly in thick batches. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Paint hinted at the house former prosperity.

Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The door begrudgingly creaked open that’s when a musty, dunk odour crept into my nose. Water was seeping through the roof which left black and brown molds dotting the ceiling in clusters.

Dust swirled around the room, cobwebs covered the corners, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. Window were covered with grim and dirt. The sofa and chair were over-turned. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor, picture frame hanged off-centered. The house was dead silent except for creaks , moarns and hooting of a distance owl.

I made my way into the hallway; a slimmer of light came behind a door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The window was locked and very dirty, a slimmer of light flowed into the room. I made my way inside. The cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor tile. The first aid box was broken. Empty medicine bottle lay in the porcelain sink evidence showing that children came into the bathroom and touched things they were not supposed to.

The result I made of the house was, everything was destroyed and was not in its place. In addition to this, there was no light that’s why children fall down easily and get hurt.

Done by: Arham raza

Once Bitten Twice Shy

Once Bitten Twice Shy

    It was a late evening; stars glimmered and lit the dull night sky. The sky was enlightened by moon as it strolled through the sky.

     I was walking down the trail back home when I caught a glimpse of a forest. As curiosity overcame my fear, I approached the forest.

     The leaves on the ground rustled as I walked on them. A twilight breeze left my skin with goose bumps. There were shadows that raced on top of the trees and the hooting of owls scared me to the bone.

      I continued to walk when suddenly; I hear a high pitched shriek. My heart rose to my mouth. I was faced up by a gigantic silhouette of a bear. I did not know what to do so I made a dash back to the path.

      I stumbled across trees, bruised my heals and nearly fell face down when I thought it was chasing me. Fortunately I made it……

     I arrived home at the nick of time. That night I did not sleep well knowing of the events that occurred.

      Since that day I have never set foot into the Forest.

By: Isaac Mwangi,Year 8

THE DILAPIDATED HOUSE

  THE DILAPIDATED HOUSE

         On September of fifteenth, I read in a newspaper reporting that there was a house on top of the cliff saying that whenever children went there they get injured and swear never to go back there. So I decided to pay a visit to the place. On the next day I was prepared to go to the house. I was there by 11 am. Red roses grown wild in thick batches by the gate, I pushed the heavy gates made of iron bars as cold as ice and made my way into the house.

           As I stood gazing at the dilapidated house, it was tall and thin made of old grey stones. There was over grown grass all over the compound. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of the house reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The door was covered with cobwebs and it was cracked. There were tiny black spiders heading towards their prey. There were potted plants decorated beside the door. The door begrudgingly opened. There was musty odor in the air, the sofas and chairs were covered with a white torn, dirty cloth.

The house was dead silent. I switched on the lights and the bulb was flickering and it was producing electric sparks then it burst into a million pieces. Water was sweeping through the roofs and had left black and brown molds on the ceiling. The window glass was cracked and had dirt on it like snow. I asked myself, if children know that this place is not good. Why do they still come to play here in this scary looking house? There were gloomy staircases, every step I took there was a squeak or creek.

The hallway was dull and smelt very dusty that I almost suffocated, and I sneezed hard!! There were wallpapers and picture frames on the floor and Brocken mirrors too. I saw some children coming with a ball, and started playing football. Then I saw the children falling and getting injured because of the rocks they could not see in the overgrown grass. After that they came inside to play hide and see and when they saw me, they ran away from the house. Then I got out of there and went back to the village and told everyone that there is no one who is there to harm the children. Why the children seared never to go there is because the house was very dark and looked scary.

                                                          By: - vansh panara    

         

MIRACULOUS SURVIVORS

MIRACULOUS SURVIVORS

There have been many injuries in the trenches, but none as  quite interesting as George Orwell;s narrow escape. The lucky soldier was wounded by a bullet which passed right through his neck. When interrogated, he had some interesting answers to give.

When asked about the incident on the spot , he replied ” it was  like being at the centre of an explosion. There seemed to be a loud bang and a blinding flash of light all around me, and I felt a tremendous shock, no pain, only a violent shock. “He believed it was nothing to blame others for , as it is very normal to be wounded in a war. He rather insisted he was quite perplexed to have survived such an event.

When I asked  his wife , Linda  about her thoughts  and feelings about the event, she replied “ I was extremely scared even of the thought of him getting wounded as I received a letter from  the trenches informing about his condition. I avoided, but tears were draining out of my eyes when he was brought home, I did not even have the courage to look at the wound. I was overwhelmed.

George , along his wife  and three children , lives  in Worchester . He is expected to return to the trenches in about four months time as  said  by his doctor, James Thompson.

Both George  and  his wife want to continue   living where  they are settled  ,and  when asked about their future, George replied “ I will be honored to serve in  the military until my last breath , I expect more such incidents , but that will not  shake  me off my feet. Linda added ” I will be as firm as possible  raising my children , while  George continues serving in the  military , and I want  my kids to realize that their father is very fearless and  selfless.

Done by Naiya

NOTHING BETTER THAN MY SISTER

These are the times of double incomes, but more divorces. These are the times of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are the times of broader highways, but narrower viewpoints. These are the times of high-rise buildings, but low-rise characters. These are the times of steep profits, but shallower relationships. These are the times where man has gone all the way to the moon, but finds it difficult to cross the road and meet the new neighbour. These are the times where we have much too show in the show window, but nothing to show in the stock window and in these times finding a great sister like mine is like finding Kohinoor. With these backgrounds of the world a sister in any brother’s life holds great virtues and values in their life. When I first met my sister, I honestly didn’t know that she is going to be so important to me. One smile can start a friendship, one word can end a fight, one look can save a relationship, and one sister can change your life. She knows just where I dream to go, remember where I have been, accepts me just the way I am and treats me like a friend. She’s someone who is there for me, no matter what or when and every time am with her it’s like coming home again. A strong relationship doesn’t need daily conversation doesn’t always need togetherness, as long as the relationship lives in the heart, true brothers & sisters will never part. Twenty years from now, I am going to look back and remember that my sister was that one person who lifted my head when I was losing faith in myself; that one person who carried tears on her shoulders, after every fight, every breakup, and every death; that one person that accepted every decision I made and guided me where wrong, that one person who knew who I really was and that one person that made the biggest difference in my life……my best sister. We may fight and we may cry, but our relation will never die. I’ll care for you until the end because you’ll always be my very best sister, very best friend.

-AKASH BHATT

MY DAD

MY DAD

My dad is smart.

He is not fat.

He wears a suit

Which looks real cute.

After all, he is my dad.

He is not that bad.

He makes me mad

Which makes me sad.

He loves me so much,

And takes me for lunch.

Or takes me to a match

Where he buys me a watch.

Sometimes we walk and see the sunset

That makes my dad and me well set.

We walk on foot

Through a dusty route.

When cars hoot,

He pulls me out of the wrong route.

Done by; BARAKA AMONGA
Year 5

Melvin Jones Lions Academy

OUR SCHOOL

Melvin Jones Lions Academy has two wings;

Junior school—this wing nurtures the academic and social growth of its children, whilst enriching them with values which emphasises community and responsibility. The school is a caring environment in which the children feel safe and happy. The school has a strong reputation for success, from academic excellence to high accomplishment in music, drama,sports and adventure. We foster within our pupils a sense of personal responsibility,service to the community and leadership, underpinned by pastoral ethos which places the well-being of the pupils at heart of all we do. A Melvin pupil is rounded and grounded.

 Senior school—this wing aspires to develop the individuality of our students, giving them the confidence and ambition to strive for higher goals. Our students receive a first-class academic, social and cultural experience, provided within a caring and friendly environment. Our excellent results are complemented by a rich array of extra-curricular opportunities, preparing and supporting students to achieve their ambitions.

In summary, this is what we offer

·         A tailored experience

Our school is uniquely structured to provide a tailored and personalised education at every level.

·         Focus in the classroom

Both fast and slow learners are taken care of through remedial classes at lower classes. This has proven academic benefits.

·         Academic success

Teaching and learning are at the heart of Melvin Jones. We aim to equip our pupils/students with the qualifications and skills needed to unlock all of life’s possibilities.

·         Excellent Exam Results

Highly motivated students, dedicated teachers and small class sizes ensures that the school consistently achieve strong exam results at both IGCSE and A-LEVEL, with the overwhelming majority of leavers going onto their first-choice university.

·         Stretching Not Stressing

By making education more enjoyable, exciting and inspirational, a true love of learning is fostered,which will stand students in good stead for the rest of their lives.

·         Our Pupils

Our pupils are our finest ambassadors-they are the most open, articulate and warm pupils that you can ever encounter.

·         Rounded and Grounded

Through their experiences at our school, our students perceive no obstacle in life to be insurmountable and will exceed expectations in whatever they do.

·         Socially Inclusive

The school is socially inclusive, and have a long and proud tradition of attracting students from all backgrounds.

·         Beyond the Classroom

The academic ethos is complemented by an extensive extra-curricular programme which allows the students to explore and develop their interests in sports, music drama and leadershipactivities.

·         Something for Everyone

The wide range of activities available means that there is truly something for all tastes.

·         Building Character

The leadership and team activities on offer are aimed at building a character, tenacity and resilience whilst at the same time being highly enjoyable.

·         Pastoral Care

A strong network of support is essential if pupils are to achieve their best. Our dedicated junior school staff are committed to nurturing the children throughout their educational journey.

·         Life after School

Through a comprehensive careers, university and personal development programme, we help to prepare students for life beyond the school.

·         Important- ‘’there’s a good balance between the importance the school gives to academic achievement and the rounding the students get from doing other things’’

LIFE A JOURNEY

LIFE A JOURNEY

Life is a journey,

Difficult , like earning money,

You’ll face difficulties,

Like handling your exam results.

People say, life can amaze you,

But, I say it’s a game of belief.

It shows you a way to go through,

And gives your mind a relief.

Life is a journey

Jump high to catch it

I know you will reach your summit.

Believe in yourself and you’ll achieve your aim.

SO LOVE THE PEOPLE WHO TREAT YOU RIGHT,

AND FORGET PEOPLE WHO DON’T.

DONE BY: MIRA GUDHKA

YEAR7

Life as teenager!!

 Life as teenager!!

       We Teens truly have millions of problems that we have either gone through or are recently going through, isn’t it?  Every teen reading this knows what kinda problems I am referring to!

Being a teen is like, being in a dream land, there are so many things you want to try or experiment, but some time fear or just the will power to try, stops you from trying.

The Problems are many, among them include the following;

·       Mood Swings;

·       drugs

·       Identity crisis

·       Peer pressure

·       Low self esteem

·       Adolescent issues

·       Decision making

·       Being torn between being looked as a child visa vi an adult

·       relationships with parents,

·       relationships with siblings

·       relationships with friends.

·       Fights with your so called “BFF”

e.g. if they talk and try to act friendly towards other people and mistakely forget you even for a minute, the jealousy that you feel can bring up a fight, which might probably be because of you not used to Him/Her talking to others quite oftenly.

Teens also have fights with their parents; just short arguments which may just last for some hours, because at the end the teen will just end up apologizing.

Love and relationships enter teen’s lives for the very first time, which may lead to them having to take decisions on their own. This decision might have been the first ever decision She/He may have taken without consultation. 

BY: RIA RAMCHANDANI

                                                                     (YR 10)

FAIRYTALE GIRL!

FAIRYTALE GIRL!

I’m not that girl who’s loved by all.

Don’t wear dresses or go to balls.

I’m not the kind who likes to sing.

Don’t dream of wearing a diamond ring.

I’ve watched the movies a hundred times.

Promises of a tall, dark, and handsome Boy in disguise.

But I know there’s more out there, Waiting for me.

My dreams come in a different variety.

My blue jeans, My sneakers, My hopes and dreams

Have a fairytale ending Just for me.

So goodbye Cinderella, ‘Cause I’m on a roll.’

Don’t need a prince charming to have or to hold.

The way I am is perfect, No doubt in my mind.

I’m different, I guess, and I guess I don’t mind…

So to all you Pretty girls and Handsome boys out there

No matter what, we teens have to remain strong and never disappoint anyone who has high expectations from us!!

Acknowledgment for the kind permission to reproduce

                                                 BY: RIA RAMCHANDANI

                                                                     (YR 10)

SECRETS TO SUCCESS

SECRETS TO SUCCESS

1 ANYTHING IN LIFE WORTH HAVING IS WORTH WORKING FOR.

2 ONE HAS EVERYTHING TO GAIN AND NOTHING TO LOSE BY TRYING TO KEEP ON TRYING.

3 GREATNESS COMES TO THOSE WHO DEVELOP A BURNING DESIRE TO ACHIEVE HIGH GOALS.

4 WE ARE IN A COMPETITIVE WORLD AND WE SHOULD ALWAYS EXPECT COMPETITION.

5 OUR ATTITUDE SHAPES OUR FUTURE.

6 SUCCESS IS A KINGDOM GOT BY WISDOM, POSITIVE ATTITUDE AND HARD WORK.

7 A MAN’S BRAIN IS THE GREATEST ENTERPRISE ZONE.

8 AIM AT THE “BEST”. BE BOLD, ENTHUSIASTIC, SYSTEMATIC AND THOROUGH.

9 YOU NEED TO FIX A PERSONAL VISION.

10 DO NOT FORGET THE ‘’R.I.A.P” METHOD.IE

·         RESPONSIBILITY

·         INFORMATION AND INTELLIGENCE (MUST COME FROM THE RIGHT SOURCE, MUST BE ACCURATE AND ADEQUATE.)

·         ADVANCEMENT. MOVE FORWARD TO A POSITIVE STEP.

·         PEACE. MAINTAIN CALM. AVOID VIOLENCE AND RIOTS.

MR. NDERITU JACKSON.

HAHAHA HILARIOUS

            HAHAHA HILARIOUS

*When someone says “Expect the unexpected” slap them and say, “You didn’t expect that, did you?”

*I don’t think inside the box nor do I think outside the box either because I have no idea where this box is!!

*Nightmare-This word is used to describe what happens when your PE teacher agrees to give your Maths teacher his time.

*Teacher: One day our country will be corruption free. Which tense is that?

Student: Future impossible tense.

*When people see me at the supermarket and they are like “Hey what are you doing here?” and I’m like: “Oh you know hunting elephants”.

*The police pulled me over and asked “Do you know how fast you are going?” I said “Obviously not fast enough because you caught me”.

Done by; Makanda Milka Ofulah

Obesity

Obesity

Obesity is a medical condition in which excess body fat has accumulated to the extent that it may have a negative effect on health.Obesity is most commonly caused by a combination of the following;

ü  Excessive food intake,

ü  Lack of physical activity,

ü  Genetic susceptibility.

On average, obese people have a greater energy expenditure than their thin counterparts due to the energy required to maintain an increased body mass.Obesity is mostly preventable through a combination of social changes and personal choices. Obesity is a leading preventable cause of death worldwide, with increasing rates in adults and children.

^{Done by; Ofulah Milka}

TEEN TEXTING

TEEN TEXTING

Texting is a growing problem among teens in school. The time spent texting takes away from the learning experience as teen focus turns from academics to social life.

While teens pass the time texting away, they are missing out on true thinking. Idle thinking is time for the brain to reflect aimlessly on the things that affect everyday life. Constantly barraged with text messages, the teen mind has little time to wonder.

Texting has a language of its own, and teens are blending this electronic lingo into their everyday language. Hence, the English language is evolving, and if you are not part of the texting crowd, you may not understand what these teens are saying. That is, if they are saying anything at all.

For many teens, texting appears to replace one-on-one conversation

Unfortunately, the anonymity of texting also leaves teens susceptible to cyberbullying, since text messaging gives teens the opportunity to say things to one another without the discomfort of face-to-face conflict.

Done by; Makanda Milka

Imperfection

Imperfection

My life was perfectly imperfect,

With nothing but my perfect flaws,

Worse of all my ignorance tops up

But who said I needed to be perfect?

Life is nothing but a narrow road,

Filled with laughter and tear.

Not forgetting abundant mistakes

But who said I needed to be perfect?

My current tears mean no harm

With time life will flourish a beautiful smile

I still have hopes to rectify my doings.

Who even said I am perfect!

Imperfection is beauty, they say,

It’s the valid evidence I’m human

I stand up, head high, knowing the truth

But I know I’m perfectly myself.

By: ChaitriParohiti

Year: 7

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

Life has not really being going on well because I get a lot of homework but my best friend’s father’s current situation has just become depressing. I can’t question, reason or make decisions on several matters. He just lies flat on his sick bed, at home. He is helpless, has needles stuck on to his arm and tubes running through his nose. Only these keep him alive and with hope that maybe, just maybe he will be up and about again. This makes me feel sorry for my dear friend Viraf.

       Viraf is obviously disturbed by his father’s situation and is need of my constant support and companionship. I wish I would have a permanent solution to his sorrow which of course is to stimulate a recovery process restoring his father’s state of normalcy. I regret my previous sentiments of calling him a cry baby upon his concern over his father’s unpredictable health. This was quite mean of me and I promise to be careful with what I speak, because words hurt and linger in memory for long.

      Focusing on my friend’s circumstances has tended to reduce the magnitude of a situation of my own - my father. His unemployment situation has grayed his hair prematurely. He is tense all the time, always wondering what to do. He blames himself for not being able to give the best to his family and is usually lost in newspapers with hope that he might fight relevancy, to contribute effectively to our satisfaction.

      Lately, he has been so much engraved in a state of deep thought to the extent that at times he appears to lose grip, gradually skidding towards a state of hopelessness. I really miss the days that everything used to be so fine, I wish I could do something. What a mess!

                                                                    

By: Diyaa Ramchandani