Sunday, 10 May 2015

A day full of raucous

"Paisley where are you?" The sun filtered into me and created butterflies. It was a hot day, before my school interview. My friend Paisley was round, but I couldn't find her. My feet thumped around the house like an angry troll that was very hungry. I was worried, sweat dripping down my hair. My ponytail was swishing like it was part of the ocean. Approaching each door sighing, I was onto the last room, my hot hand slowly rotated the door, now it was slightly ajar...


My hand strained even more against the door, a raucous of purring filled my ears. There relaxing on my bed patting my cat was Paisley. I wasn't too mad at her it was the fact that she disappeared when I was putting our finished fruit smoothies away. A sigh of relief came over me, I couldn't stay mad at her forever. "So Paisley, what's your favourite movie?"

"Um I'm not too sure" she replied shrugging her shoulders.

"Well mine is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, do you know it?" A slight nod came from her area of the room. "Well I got a cd of the songs." I walked over to put the CD in the player, placed my hand on the disc when suddenly, a shrill noise filled the room.


It was a sort of scratching noise that irritated your ear, one that sounded very close. My brain was telling my eyes to look in the direction of the noise, so they glanced up to the window where the noise was, a horrified look spread across my face. My eyes weren't riveted for long...


"A BIRD!" My high pitched scream probably deafened Paisley because we both ran out of my room screaming. The last thing I saw was my cat jumping off my bed with an impertinent look on her little cute furry face.


I felt disgusted, a bird was spreading to their dirty little beak across the window and making the most horrifying noise of all time. You must be thinking, what are you screaming about a bird for? I can answer that question - my history is not good with birds. I made it to the kitchen to say to my mum,

“There's a bird in my bedroom” and she let the dirty pest out. I couldn't look. Afterwards, I found bird droppings. It makes me shudder and grimace in disgust.








A day full of raucous

2 comments:

  1. Wow, this is an amazing piece of writing, I love how you had a problem at the start, and then I was starting to think all was well again, and then you pulled another problem into the story. It reminded me of a time i was playing outside, and then I saw a feather on the ground, and as I moved further forward, I spotted more, and more feathers on the ground. I looked up, and there, sitting proudly on the fence, was my cat. What naughty things our pets get up to! I wonder what they are like when we are not there?

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  2. Wow, this is an amazing piece of writing, I love how you had a problem at the start, and then I was starting to think all was well again, and then you pulled another problem into the story. It reminded me of a time I was playing outside, and then I saw a feather on the ground, and as I moved further forward, I spotted more, and more feathers on the ground. I looked up, and there, sitting proudly on the fence, was my cat. What naughty things our pets get up to! I wonder what they are like when we are not there?

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