My Friend, Hannah

Flitting across the smooth surface of the cleansed silver flute, Hannah’s elegant, slender fingers applied a slight force over the flat key, producing a solid, although beautiful note. Her soft pink lips, perched upon the flute’s mouthpiece, blew gently through the hollow instrument, lifting only once to sweep in a light breath of the evening air.

Hannah’s comparatively light blouse with embroidery of azure and golden thread held Rochedale’s school insignia; a significant shield.

Escaping the loose grip of her black hair tie, her thin, blonde strands of hair fluttered as though they were individual pairs of beating wings. The few freckles dispersed over my friend’s dainty nose were surprisingly noticeable against her pale countenance.  

Following the semibreves and crotchets scattered over the sheet of music on the lustrous, charcoal painted stand, Hannah’s powdery blue eyes closed for a few seconds while she listened intently as the sound she created extended toward the captured listeners.     

The musician’s furrowed brow illustrated the fact that she was deeply absorbed in playing the fingering correctly by covering the holes completely and precisely.

Holding the concluding note of her solo, Hannah proudly gazed at the applauding audience.  

By Kayla.

My Friend Matilda

Waiting patiently in the line of players, Matilda, being next up to bat, watched the field eagerly. Her time almost approached to step up to the plate and she grew more nervous by the second as she twirled her long sandy coloured hair in between her fingers.

Matilda watched anxiously as the pitcher wildly hurled the ball towards the current batter. Seeing the girl miss the ball completely, Matilda heard the umpire’s thunderous voice called "Out" immediately.

Frantically searching the area, she quickly found a helmet that would protect her head covered with curly brown hair.

Wielding the bat like a sword, Matilda strode over to the base, her cheeks shining a light pink from previously fielding earlier in the day. Already intimidated, her shy status was reduced even more by the pitcher’s constant taunts, usually referring to her fragile frame and shortness.

When the pitcher prepared to throw, Matilda’s sparking brown eyes observed the ball about to be hurled straight towards her. Releasing the ball with all her might, the pitcher surged forward, hoping to gain as much power as possible.

With her beautiful white teeth clenched, Matilda’s time seemed to come to a halt as the ball speedily approached, her eyes targeting it like two deadly daggers.

Swinging the large metallic bat gripped by her small skinny hands, she sliced the glorified pole swiftly through the air like a fatal pendulum.

With the precision of an eagle, she swung with all her strength, striking the ball with incredible force. A ‘tink’ sound was easily heard as the ball was sent hurtling in the air.

By Sheridan

Description of my Friend, Callum

Staring down at his punctuation corrections, Callum, with sparkling brown eyes laughs at the mistake he had made. He quickly writes down all the answers upon the pages of his writing pad. Continually writing, Callum, with a well kept pacer, rules up his next page.

Placing his writing device upon his dull, school desk, he shuts his eyes and folds his arms. Callum tries to think of the answer to the most difficult question of the corrections. His green, blue and white sneakers tap in rhythm with his thinking .Eyes open, arms unfold. Callum writes down the answer instantaneously.

After finishing the question, his body relaxes. He smiles showing his clean and even teeth. His muscles flex as happiness fills him.

Waiting for the marking to begin, Callum drums his long and dexterous fingers on his desk as he searches for any mistakes.

With clothing hot and ruffled from lunch time, Callum finds it difficult to continue to write because of the slippery dirt upon his fingers. His sweaty brown, curly hair stays in the same position despite his daily activities. His tanned epidermis recalls the last holiday at the beach. His prominent chestnut eyebrows sit relaxingly above his calm eyes. Above his eyebrows lies a scar from his younger years. Whilst breathing in many deep breaths of air, Callum feels relieved as he finishes his corrections.

Wearing his school uniform proudly, Callum, being the last boy in his family to complete school, realises the importance of attaining a great education. Our motto ‘Always Our Best’ which is prominently stitched to his blue and yellow uniform, fits Callum very well because every task he takes, he tries his hardest. Being only eleven years of age, Callum has a wonderful life ahead of him and being his good friend I can’t wait to see it.

By Joseph

My friend, Ammaarah

Stepping towards the fluoro, orange line which marked her starting point for the 800m race, Ammaarah, her brown, beady eyes glistening in the radiance of the majestic, blazing sun, nervously waited for the rambunctious sound of the starting-gun to be fired.

Finally hearing the ear-piercing noise, she took off with great speed, her short, dark hair bobbing up and down with each pace.

Overtaking others,  she darted across the slippery track. She glanced down at her size four trainers as they became grubbier and grubbier.

Peering over her slender shoulder, Ammaarah joyfully realised her other competitors were a fair way behind her.

Glancing back at the winding track, she urged her aching legs to go faster as she came closer to the finish. With knees trembling, her head began to ache. The adrenalin in her body surged through her veins. She was about to beat the record.

Leaping over the line that resembled the finish, she lay on the ground until her rivals completed the race. She had done it.

Showing her cheeky smile as she stood behind three yellow blocks that had 1^st, 2^nd and 3^rd written on them, she stepped onto the highest one, holding her gold trophy high in the air with her scrawny fingers around the bottom.

Heading towards her delirious friends who were waiting for her to come and sit with them after the exhausting race, Ammaarah happily hugged them. The damp, grassy ground was a welcome relief. With her dark-skinned face covered in sweat, she collapsed on the turf.

By Maddison

My Friend Lochy

Walking into the dark disco, Locky with extremely funky glasses talked to all his friends. His glasses had a colourful outer edge easily recognised by all his mates.

A distinctive feature about Lachlan is his hair. He always wears it brushed low over his left eye. How he can see clearly is a mystery to everyone.

Gleaming in the disco ball light, Locky’s fluoro tight pants stood out like black and white. Dangling from them were his house keys. Matching his tight pink fluoro pants were his green fluoro shirt standing out amazingly in the dark room. Hanging off the shirt was a necklace with a surfboard on the end of it.

Being very funny Locky ran up and jumped on everyone as his favourite rock song came on. Moving and jumping to the beat, Lachlan grabbed everyone’s attention.

Locky’s deep dark straightened hair could be easily seen when the disco ball flashed many different colours around the disco.

Looking down at his brand new skate shoes he was complemented on how mad they looked. Shining in the light was a famous sign on his skate shoes.

Wafting through the air was his aroma which happened to be the new Brute deodorant. The smell was like the beautiful aroma of my mum’s candles.

Moving in a dancing manner to all the girls, Locky liked to chat and have fun with them.

Dancing with no fear, Locky had the time of his life when the music was on. Moving with the beat Locky did all those fancy foot steps which were actually modelled by a famous dancer’s movements.

Lighting up the room, Locky’s smile made all the other people happy. As he smiles you would see his braces which were wrapped around his freshly brushed teeth.

By Kyle

My Friend, Joseph

Butterflies come to his flat stomach when he’s about to start his 800metres final. Walking to his mark in his New Balance shoes, Slazenger top and Slazenger split grey shorts, he starts to get nervous. He takes a deep breath and lets it out.

Putting his hand up, the race starter begins the race with a bang! They take off like a crazy herd of elephants.

All the competitors’ heavily muscled legs are pumping madly. Joseph’s bulging muscles are tensing every time he pushes off from the maroon track. Sweat is pouring from his hair covered forehead.

Suddenly CLICK!!! A person from lane three trips him. He’s rolling and flipping and flying through the air and then he face-plants onto the track. Because Joseph is leading, a runner steps onto his hand accidentally as he tries to dodge him with his 7mm spikes which leave an abrasion.

“Awww!” the crowd says horrified. He lies on the ground not moving because of a sprained ankle. All the other competitors have finished except Joseph who still has 100m to go.

Joseph is determined to finish. He doesn’t want to be one of those DNF(did not finish) competitors. Even though he has a gash on his hand and he is crying in agony, he is going to complete this race.

The First Aid ladies are trying to make him stop but he won’t

Joseph, crawling down the track on one arm and two legs, is getting cheered loudly by the crowd as he goes. Ten metres, nine metres, eight metres left. Letting out a loud groan, he wants to go on. Two metres, one metre left, finished! His neck passes the line.

Getting lifted up by the First Aid, Joseph is now cheered twice as much as before. He is immediately taken to the medical room.

by Mathew

My Friend Natalie

Running swiftly down the football field, Natalie inhaled the sweaty smell of the defenders as she zoomed past them. Striking out her feet covered by her sister’s old touch football boots, Natalie gripped the ball tightly as she reached the half-way mark on the field.

Loose strands of hair that escapes the bobby-pins waved and swayed as the cold, chilled, wind met Natalie pale face. The lightish brown hair was loosely gathered into a bun at the back.

Flickering her pale blue eyes around the field, Natalie estimated how many more metres there was to go until she finally reached the try-line.

In time with the cheers Natalie’s jersey bounced up, down and side to side as she kept the same pace towards the try-line. On the jersey was her number twenty-two. This was her lucky number and she thought that it must help her score all those tries. Yellow and blue were the colours that made the Rochedale students stand out among all of the other schools.

Powerful legs bounced on the grass as she came to the ten metre line. Natalie had started to ache at every joint. Her arms throbbed, her legs pounded and her head started to feel extremely heavy. Sweat gathered at her neck, forehead, arms and knees.

Finally coming to the try-line Natalie slightly stumbled as she has to slow down. Like a snowflake she gently touches the grass with the ball and quickly lies down on the soft grass.

The crowd goes wild as they had just experienced the best touch football run in history. Screaming and yelling and cheering the crowd went crazy. When the ordinance settled down a little bit Natalie decided to get up and give the crowd some autographs while she still has the strength in her body.

Close this page to return to Rochedale State School