As my mum gave me the mail to sort through I couldn’t help but throw everything else on the floor to see if it had come. I nervously slid my finger through the envelope and saw the red and white border of the page. As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face.
“I GOT THE PART! I actually got it!”
The letter said, Alexa Milden – Juliet understudy,”
I read it again and again as I realized it said understudy. Tears welled up in my eyes while I ripped the letter into 100 pieces. WORST DAY EVER!
As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face, that was slowly fading. I knew I had to call the cops, but I didn’t want my bestie to be sent to jail because of it. The police finally arrived, but they didn’t do what I was expecting. I turned and ran towards the door. Locked! I screamed, as a bag was shoved over my head. I stumbled backwards into the bushes. It wasn’t my bestie going to jail. It was me, but as a dead girl walking. Life wasn’t meant to end at 11.
A Winter’s Letter
One cold winter’s day, after school, I sat in my bedroom writing a list to Santa Claus. Sipping my hot cocoa, the lonely sound of an empty house echoed around me. I heard a clink and a swish coming from the letter chute. I ran down, tripping and nearly tumbling down the stairs. The letter was for me. My brother has been away at war for a year or so. I adore getting letters from him.
As I read the contents of the letter I was aware of the smile on my face. My brother was coming home for Christmas!
I could hear the postman’s motor bike getting closer. I heard the post ‘swoosh’ through the letter chute. I raced eagerly to see if there was anything for me. On the top of the pile I could see my name, Miss Bella Haigh. I ripped open the envelope and read…
Dear Miss Haigh,
You are selected in the symphony orchestra of Geelong. Would you please contact us at your earliest convenience?
As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. My dream had come true!
I came from work on night, I saw a letter sticking out of the mailbox, so I went over to grab but upon further inspection I shockingly learnt that there was blood smeared over the letter, once i gathered the courage to have a proper look at the letter, i raised my shaky hand to the top of the letter and opened it as I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face when I was invited to a halloween party from my best friend from primary school, which i haven't talked to in 7 years.
As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. The kind words that Stephanie had written left me blushing. Stephanie was my wife. She would send me a letter every week while I was at war. I was at war for two years and the letters were the only thing that kept me going. Each time I fought I would think of Stephanie and me at home, eating her delicious homemade fried rice. A tear would roll down my face each time I had to kill someone. It reminded me of my past.
When I heard the postman’s motorbike come past the house, I rushed out to the post box and saw a letter there. I took the letter out and it was addressed to me. I pulled a knife out of the drawer and cut the letter open. As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. I had been invited to a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in the botanical gardens. I looked at the date of the party and it said it was to start at 12o'clock. Now it was one! I ran out the door yelling to my mum, “I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date!”
As my teacher handed me the letter, my eyes widened, and my head spun. I received a letter from someone, someone that I had no idea about, but down the bottom a name shone out like a star in the night sky. Everything about this letter, made me, stunned, and then curious. Why would someone write to me? As I read the contents of the letter, I was aware of the smile on my face. I jumped out of my seat and danced around the class room with all the surprised faces of my class mates looking up at me.
It was a Monday morning, and Fred was riding to school on his bike, wearing headphones. He was the first person at school that day. He put his bag down under his locker and took his footy out. He had a shot on goal (it hit the post) and saw Jake arrive. Jake took his footy out and had a shot. They talked to each other for a while, as people kept arriving at school.
At recess, Fred took his footy out and people started randomly accusing Fred of stealing Jake’s footy. He just said, “why would I do that?!”
Tonight, my parents have gone with my little sister to her under 13’s footy awards night, so I am cooking dinner.
Footy is in our family’s blood. My little sister plays with boys who are incredibly nice to her. She loves tacos so that is what I’m cooking.
They will be home soon. Hopefully my sister thinks it’s delicious.
“No!” I scream as I spill a litre of chilli on the tacos. “Why would I do that!?” I shout in frustration. Bang! My sister runs through the door, hugs me, and yells, “I won the best and fairest!” So, I congratulate her.
Adventures are big. Adventures are small.
They can be fun, full of curiosity and with lots of things to discover.
They can be dangerous and deadly and could get you sent to heaven.
But all the while it’s an adventure to remember.
You could scavenge the deep blue sea, or rocket into outer space.
You could take to the skies, explore hidden caves or sail the seven seas.
But all the while it’s an adventure to remember.
You can choose what path you take, and which companions you bring.
Why would I do that?
It’s an adventure to remember.
Yesterday, someone has stolen my computer bag and I don’t know who stole it. I really like it because it has my favourite colour on it and I’m really mad about it. This is what happened: I leaved my computer bag on my seat yesterday morning and when I came back it’s missing! Why would I do that? Why would I leave my favourite computer bag on my seat?
I have been as happy this morning as I used to be. But lunch time that was very different!
At lunch time, I was eating lunch with my best friend Sunny,
“Can you share a joke with me?” Sunny asked.
“Yes, sure. Yesterday I asked my mum a question. What do you call a snowman in July? A puddle. She replied. That’s funny, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” Then she sprayed me in the face because she was drinking water at the time. “WHY WOULD I DO THAT! Why do I tell you jokes?”
“Why would I do that” I hear Sirens, I start to run, they are getting closer I make a turn into the alleyway I keep looking behind me… Splat. I wake up in the hospital my head hurts I can't see, everything's a blur once my vision is back to normal I realize there are 2 police officers at the door I get up and jump threw the window then I sprint, I hear the police sirens getting closer and closer and BAM! I'm shot in the leg i'm cumbusting with blood Why would I do that, why would I kill a man!