As I sat in the dimly lit classroom, our teacher rambling on about orbital trajectory, his words tracing perfect parabolas but never going anywhere. I can’t help but look out the window. But what colour should it be?

I know the sky is blue because of the refraction of light as it travels through the atmosphere; but what is the colour outside of that? What colour is “nothingness”?

It’s tempting to think that it’s black, but the reason that anything is black is because it absorbs most light that hits it.
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Light travels through nothingness at the speed of light; when will it end?

​A long time ago, before your parents existed (a very long time ago), there was a creator of this universe. God made the stars, animals, water, and most important of all, chocolate! Delicious! But what colour should it be? For something so significant, you need to make sure you get it spot on. This is a massive question that Einstein, Hawking and even I couldn’t solve! But God made his choice, and he chose brown! Boring brown! It could’ve been blue, green, pink or even yellow! But like everyone, God makes mistakes. Even if they are as ridiculous as this.

“Here, try this!” Exclaimed mom excitingly from down stairs. Recently she has been experimenting with different methods to make cotton candy for my sister, and unfortunately, I’m mom’s lab rat to make sure that it’s “safe to eat”. I have no idea how she cooked the candy this time, but I’m nervous because from experience, it’ll be something weird.

But when I start to eat the candy, I realised that it’s something wonderful.

Then everything went black.
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When I open my eyes again, I’m floating in a pink river of cake icing. Around me is a world made of candy. 

I remember it so vividly. I was rushing down the stairs and I was so nervous because I had a music concert then out of nowhere I slipped over and fell to the bottom of the stairs. I peered up and there I saw a flowing river of hot pink soup; it had to happen then, eh?! I managed to swim in it all the way to the music hall, it was like a hot two-kilometer-long pool. By the time I finished my concert the river was gone. That night I was informed that Mrs Barter from the fifth-floor cooked way too much soup.  

​I was playing dress-up with my baby brother, Toby, and as always, Toby wanted to be a king, and if he was a king, he must have his favourite pink rattle! I scavenged the dress-up box, but I couldn’t find it. He started crying a river. If Mum found out, I’d be cooked! I was getting nervous, but I saw a blur of pink from the corner of my eye. It was poking out of the cupboard door from under the stairs. I got there as fast as possible. If you blinked, you’d miss it. In there was a land beyond my wildest dreams.

Max was playing Minecraft, and he wanted to build his own house. But it is hard to build by yourself so he asked me to help him.
We used pink wool to build stairs to go to the second level. Suddenly, I accidently lit the TNT and it exploded the house…I was nervous. Max didn’t see this, because he went to mine diamonds.
When Max came back, I quickly jumped into the river. He saw his house had disappeared. He asked me, “where’s the house?!”
I said, “When I had cooked the fish the creeper came to me and exploded.”
I felt sorry. 

​The Soccer Game – Jack H
 
It was August 18th.  I ran down the stairs in my pink soccer boots. My mum had already cooked my breakfast. I felt nervous as I crossed the river to get to the soccer ground. It was the grand final; the first time my club had ever even made to the finals. But we were ready. I was surprised when only one of my team mates was there and my coach hadn’t arrived, even though he was supposed to arrive earlier than us. Then I saw a I poster on a tree. It said, ‘Soccer Grand Final August 19th’.

​My Awful Mistake
 
I strolled up to the building by the river, where the cooking show was being filmed. I walked up the stairs and popped on my apron. I waited until we could begin; the longer I waited, the more nervous I became. I started to cook a steak, with mashed potatoes and gravy. An hour had passed. I was putting my dish together - the cooked steak and its accompaniments. Time was up; I was called to present my dish. I put my plate down on the table and the judges cut into it. “It’s way too pink,” exclaimed the judge. I was devastated!
 
 

Man I was cooked, I could barely walk I had blood running down my face like a river. Next thing you know, I hear sirens. i see pink and blue flashes of lights. I wake up breathing heavily, looked around everything was a blur I got out of bed and ran like a psychotic psycho. I ran for a good 10 minutes. then i stood still and slowly fell down the wall and started weeping, I put our entire life savings into that fight what am i going to tell her, MY Wife, i’m nervous its like i'm locked in a room full of stairs.

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​I ran upstairs to get my pink sweater. I wanted to look good for the cooking a competition. I ran down the stairs and jumped in the car only to find it had broken down. I was so nervous I decided I should run. After a kilometre, there was a ginormous river in front of me and no bridge. I sprinted through. It was exhausting. I arrived just in time for the competition. I held my breath as the judges tasted the chicken soup I had cooked. They said it was the best they had ever tasted. I was victorious!            

​It was forecasted to be a balmy summer’s day. The river Thames was pink with a spectacular sunrise today. I returned from my run at 8am. The forecast proved right, it was a glorious day! I suddenly smelt something burning. I rushed into the kitchen. I had overcooked the eggs and bacon I was going to eat for breakfast! I sprinted upstairs to get the fire blanket. On the way back down the stairs, I tripped, and heard a terrifying crack coming from my leg. It was broken.  Guess I won’t be running the marathon this year after all.