October 15th

-Book Fair
-Storytelling by Parents of Junior 1: Kavita Manwani (Gitika´s mother)
-Storytelling by Parents of Junior 2: Juana O´Farrel (Tatiana´s mother)
-Workshop Junior 3: “Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People´s Ears” by Verna Aardema
-Workshop Junior 4:
“Harry Potter and its author JKRowling”
-Workshop Junior 5:
Roald Dahl… “His life and his work”
-Workshop Junior 6:
William Shakespeare “The Tempest”
-Workshop Junior 7: “The World of Tolkien”

October 16th

-Book Fair
-Project Junior 1 and Junior 2:
“Under The Sea”
-Storytelling by Magda (J3´s theacher)
for all students
-Storytelling by Parents of Junior 3:
Nora García (Micaela´s mother)
-Storytelling by Parents of Junior 4:
Marisú Frogone (José´s mother)
María Catelli (Diego´s mother)
-Storytelling by Parents of Junior 5: Marian de Elía (Isabel´s mother) - María del Sol Plaza (Nahuel´s mother)

October 17th

-Book Fair
-Storytelling by Magda (J3´s theacher)
for Junior 5,6,7 and Kinder Scholl

1.Everybody says… Tiziana Speranza (buy was a student from the school)
2.Alphabet poem, by Sophie Minieri - Senior I
3.Poem, by Lucía Ambrosini - Senior I
4.The dream, By Justina Leston - Senior IV
5.The ages, by Lucía Leskovar - Senior I
6.Description of my grandmother, by Sophie Minieri
7.EXTRA- Special Edition, by Josefina Brugo - Senior I
8.Dear Johny, by Belén Aliberti - Senior IV
9. A Fly in a Rugby Match, by Florencia Montecchia - Senior I
10.Experience is the Name Everybody Gives to Mistakes, by Tomás Ambrosini - Senior III
11.The Robbery I, by Alejandro Halperín - Senior II
12.News from Bagdad, by Dolores Jaeshke - Senior III
13.The Secret Passage, by Alejo Bianchi - Senior II
14.Pencils and Paper vs. Calculators: The Fight of the Century?, by Tomás Ambrosini - Senior III
15.The Robbery II, by María Lanusse - Senior I
16.The Legend of Grandmother's House, by Marina Minelli - Senior II
17.The Trial that Saved my Life, by Lucía Parodi - Senior III
18.The Great Lover, by María Camila Aliberti - Senior I
19.The Cardboard Boy, by Nico Villella-Paz García Fernandez - Junior 7
20.A Dream I Had, by Martín Díaz Luján - Junior 7
21.A love letter, by Mariana Kusznir - Senior I
22.Diary of war, by Ercilia Croce - Senior I
23.The Robbery III, by Luciano Papalardo - Senior II
24.My Friend Guada, by Carolina de Corral - Senior I

The End.
Till next year Book Beek!

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1.

Everybody says
My eyes are like my father´s

Everybody says
My hair is like my father´s

But I want to look like me!

Tiziana Speranza
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2.

Alphabet poem

Food is...

(A)bsolutely delicious!
(B)ananas, apples, fruit of all kind.
(C)andy: Watchout! It can control your mind.
(D)inner is my favourite meal.
(E)ating so much I look as fat as a seal.
(F)ood,food I love that word,
(G)rapes, bread and butter I eat like a lord.
(H)en's eggs mostly with rice,
(I) even eat the last crumb, like mice!!!
(J)uice is the best drink.
(K)eeping food to yourself is selfish I think.
(L)umpy cakes in a cake contest.
(M)eat, that I like best.
(N)o vegetables are good for me.
(O)h no! I don't accept lettuce or a pea.
(P)umpkin cakes, pumpkin pies,
(Q)uite strange but when we finish eating everyone cries.
(R )ing doughnuts that make you want to shout.
(S)o everyone will say: "What is this about?"
(T)asty hamburgers with onion and cheese,
(U)sually I remember to say "Please".
(V)ery sensational spaghetti,
(W)hile on January 1st everyone throws confetti.
(X)traordinary French fries.
(Y)upeeeeee and apple pies!!
(Z)zzz after so much eating, now it's time for SLEEPING!!!

by Sophie Minieri, Senior I
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Poem

There are so many things I like to see,
A beautiful flower, an enormous tree,
A nice little squirrel, a flying bee,
Big sandy beaches and a deep blue sea.

There are so many things I like to touch,
My teddy bear, a velvet patch,
A rabbit ears outside its hutch.

There are so many things I like to smell,
Like my grandma's cakes which she cooks so well.
And so many things I like to hear,
Like music, laughter and bells ringing near.

But the best of all, I must confess,
Are a world in peace, a friend's caress,
A loving family and my bedroom's mess.

by Lucía Ambrosini, Senior I
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4.

The Dream

I had never felt so frightened, yet at the same time I was very excited. Nothing like that had happened to me before. People may think I'm a little bit crazy but this is a true story in which my friends and I are the main characters.
It happened two years ago. We were all together in Leo's house watching a horror movie about a haunted house. We were not paying attention to the movie because it was very silly and it did not frighten anyone. However, while we were all laughing a loud noise was heard in the house. We were all shocked, and as Mary said it had been the door we continued talking and laughing.
Suddenly, I heard a scream, a very spine-chilling one. A few minutes later the windows and doors started to open and then close but it was not because of the wind, since there was no wind at all.
Without any logical explanation we fell all asleep and when we woke up we could not believe it had been a dream. Anyway, I'm sure it was not a dream.

by Justina Leston - Senior IV
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5.

THE AGES

First you are a baby,
Everyone looks at you
And smiles,
While you lie there in your little cradle.

They you are a child,
Your mother combs you
Your father hugs you
And everybody looks at you
As a new grown up.

Then you are in love.
You cry at night
You always lie
But it is your heart
The one who decides.

Then you are a parent,
You buy the cradle
You have responsibilities
You miss your old life
When you had nothing to care about,
But you would never change
The most beautiful thing you've ever had.

Then you are the old one
You play with cards
And you go to the famous pubs
To talk to friends.

Then you realise that life is fantastic
Although you suffered several times.

by Lucía Leskovar - Senior I
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DESCRIPTION OF MY GRANDMOTHER

My grandmother's full name is Isabel Mariana Grondona de Achával. She was born on December 1st 1935. I´ve known her since I can remember.
Isabel is short and slim. She has a long face and a pale complexion. She has nice, short, smooth, wavy, brown hair. She has almond shaped eyes and a thin upper lip and a full lower lip. Her nose is straight and pointed and she has thin eyebrows. She wears glasses and has a few wrinkles. She usually wears skirts and blouses. She is always tidy.
Isabel is honest, she usually tells the truth. She is also very kind and generous and always listens when you talk to her. She is very calm and patient but she loses her temper when you run around the house or when you shout. She is also responsible and hard working. In addition to this, she is relaxed and optimistic as she always sees the bright side of things.
Isabel loves painting. She copies photographs. She loves flowers and she sometimes dries them. She likes going to the cinema and to restaurants. She likes going out with her family. She has eight children and twenty seven grandchildren. She also likes watching TV on her bed.
I think my grandmother is a great person and I love her a lot.

by Sophie Minieri
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7.

EXTRA- Special Edition London, August 1914

WAR BEGINS

War begins all over Europe and it is greeted with lots of enthusiasm not only here in Britain but in all Europe. Millions of brave young soldiers are ready to go to war and return home with their families at Christmas. Many women are participating in war too, as nurses, drivers or clerks.
We have talked with many soldiers and they have ensured that war is going to be a magnificent victory. People in Russia are already celebrating, especially at small stations. They are dancing and raising dust on the trampled earth.
To all the mothers that have their sons and husbands at war, don´t worry . If you keep cheerful for their sake, it will not be long before they are back next to you again.

by Josefina Brugo Senior I
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8.

Dear Johny,
I've got a problem and I need your advice. I Have met a mysterious man here at the hotel who told me about a paradisiac island kept secret by the state, but he knew how to get there. The next morning I went sightseeing and when I returned I went to a room and found him dead: he had committed suicide!
The following day I found a map stuck on the doorknob, which showed the way to the island.
In the meantime I met a friend and showed them the map, their anmes are Francois and Pierre. Pierre has already found how to get to the island.
We supposedly leave in a week. We check out of the hotel in the wee hours of morning, go to the harbour and go on boat to Wikinaki. Once we arrive we have to catch a train to Naku Pacu. We`ll stay there overnight and right after the sun rises we`ll swim towards the island . This is the itinerary.
What do you think about my journey? It is not part of your typical package tour and better than a cruise.
The local myth says that this island is the closest to heaven on Earth. It is the Garden of Eden, the Nirvana, Paradise.
What would you do if you were me? I mean, I have to go there swimming, a shark might have me for lunch and I don't know what might be waiting for me on the island.
There is something else I need your opinion on. As I told you, I´m travelling with this couple. They have been going out for two years now. But Francoise is slowly starting to drive me crazy. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She is absolutely devine. Do you think I should do something about her?
If I don't go I'll be back home in a fortnight. If I do go, then I'll be in the hands of fate.
What do you think I should do? I look forward to receiving your advice.

Best wishes.
Richard.

by Belén Aliberti
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9.

A Fly in a Rugby Match

I was a happy fly
Until the day I knew I would die

I was flying everywhere
When a ball touched my hair

I didn't know where I was
I only knew it wasn't false

Then I watched around myself
And I saw that ball again

I noticed all the people shouting
When I realized I was not flying

That hateful ball had killed my wing
So I laid on the floor and cried for it

That horrible pain was killing myself
And I realized I wouldn't be saved

The ball came once more
While I was lying on the floor

This time it killed myself
And the pain appeared again

I was never a happy fly again
When I realized I was just dead.

by Florencia Montecchia, Senior I
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10.

Experience is the Name Everybody Gives to Mistakes

All human beings make mistakes. Nobody is perfect and we all know that. But we also know that we do not like to admit we are not perfect and that we do make mistakes. So we tend to be a little tricky on this in order no not to say "I'm sorry, I've made a mistake":
I have noticed different ways in which people try to disguise their mistakes. The one I like best is the tendency to try to make mistakes appear like experience. Mistakes may be useful to gain experience and to avoid making the same mistake over and over again. We can also learn from them. We may try not to make the same mistakes again but, above all, we must start by admitting what they really are and calling them by their name, in order to gain real experience from them.
For example, a person who makes a serious mistake at work may be fired. He may learn from that, and in the future avoid making similar mistakes. But the mistake itself was not the experience. It was a mistake.
Young mothers who raise their first child might also make mistakes. They do not have any experience and they have to learn from experience in order not to make the same mistakes with future kids. My mother always says to me that mothers have their first child to practice and gain experience for the following children, who are the ones they love the most.
I am her first-born child and, of course, this is a joke she cracks on me, I hope. But the truth is that we, first-borns, are a kind of scapegoat who suffer all kinds of experiments from well-intended but inexperienced parents, who later on can handle their following children having much more experience and making less mistakes.
At school things are quite different. We have to study (or should do so) and in order to get good marks, we must avoid making mistakes. Here, mistakes are called by their name and treated accordingly by out teachers. Mistakes do not pass as experience at school, and if we make too many we get very low marks. If things were different at school, and we could persuade teachers that mistakes are an invaluable way of gaining experience, I would not have been so honest in this writing and instead of trying to make a difference between mistakes and experience, I would have found the way of making them appear to be exactly the same thing.

by Tomás Ambrosini - Senior III
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11.

The Robbery I

Hello, I'm Oliver Marcus. I work for the FBI and I live in Manhattan, New York. My partner is called Mark Bush, nothing to do with our president G. W. Bush. We work every day from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. We like our job because our fathers were also policemen from the FBI. We have heard of and taken part in great police stories, which has given us a lot of experience.
As I told you before, I have seen and taken part in lots of great police stories. But the greatest and most spectacular one was when we had to protect some vases of the Chinese Ming Dynasty. They were in the Modern Art Museum in Central Park. We had to protect them just for one night. These Chinese pieces of art had been given to us because a group of Mexican Mafia Boys were trying to steal them. They were valued in 10 billion dollars.
It was 4 a.m. when the Mexican thieves entered the building through the roof while we were guarding the museum. They thought we would not realise but, fortunately, the Snipers saw them and told us. We waited for them at the elevator door. They knew we were there because the first thing they did was shoot at us. There were nine of them and there were twelve of us.
Some shots were heard from the other side of the wall. It was Mike who used an automatic shotgun. He killed five of them and the other four were arrested.
I have always admired Mark. He is usually the hero and I must admit that I feel some envy of him.

by Alejandro Halperín, Senior II
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12.

News from Bagdad.

Yesterday I arrived in Baghdad. I'm here to report everything I see. It is very strange to be here. There are many poor people. Almost all of them are starving. It is very sad to see all this.
Last night I was sleeping but, suddenly, I started hearing some screams. I woke up and went downstairs and asked the hotel receptionist if he knew what was going on. He told me that two bombs had been thrown in town - that's why the civilians were shouting and running desperately. I was told to prepare my bags and go away because they were bombarding the town near the hotel.
I was very frightened but I had to go out and see what was happening because that was my job.
I packed and went out quickly and saw what was all the noise outside. I started taking down notes and asking the people about their feelings - they were desperate and very frightened.
Two days later, the Iraqi policemen took me out of Iraq. I was very sad but then, I realised that it was the best thing for me.

by Dolores Jaeshke, Senior III
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13.

The Secret Passage

Once upon a time, when people lived in castles and the land was unknown, a newly married couple arrived in an isolated town on a great island called England.
The poor couple went to Fallslot to have a new chance to live. They were full of hope and expectations but they did not want to be rich or famous, they only wanted to have a little farm and a tiny forest where they could live their lives happily and, in the future, where they could afford to have a child.
They entered an inn and sat down. Richard, the husband, asked the bartender for a nice warm meal. While they were eating, a man sat next to them and started talking.
- "Are you new in town?"
- "Yes, we are looking for a comfortable house and a fine job. Can you help us?
- "Of course. I'm one of the servants of Sir Luke, owner of the huge farm on the borders of the town. I was asked to look for three gardeners to work in the gardens of Sir Luke's wife. Would you accept the job?"
- "Yes, of course. Thank you!
- They went to Sir Luke's carriage and set off to the farm.
The following day, they woke up at six o´clock with the call of the rooster.
Flora, the boss gardener and her dog welcomed them and showed them the gardens. They were all beautiful except for the last one, which was horrible. It was creepy. The grass was too high and there was no light because of the old tall trees. Jane, the wife, asked her:
-" Whose garden is this?"
-"It's forbidden. It used to be Sir Luke's son's. He is dead now. Do not enter it under no circumstances. The owner says that it has a secret passage" - said Flora laughing
-" All right" - They replied.
The days went by and so did the weeks.
One day, when Richard was walking with Flora's dog to the next garden, Pete, the dog, started to run and entered the forbidden garden, where he got lost in the dark. Richard entered the garden frightened and started to follow the dog but soon, he realised that he was also lost. He was sitting on a rock to rest a bit when suddenly, the rock moved. The dog appeared with the sound of moving rocks.
Richard said: "I can't believe it, I have found the secret passage" The passage was full of treasures of Sir Luke's ancestors that had been discovered by Sir Luke's son.
All the people on the farm appeared and saw the treasures .
Sir Luke agreed on giving half of the treasure to Richard.
The couple bought a farm where they lived happily forever after without worrying about money again.

by Alejo Bianchi, Senior II
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14.

Pencils and Paper vs. Calculators: The Fight of the Century?

No doubt life has changed enormously in many aspects in the last century, and , as regards technology, there are continuous advances day after day. Among other changes, we can mention the development and use of calculators.

Nowadays, all of us take calculators to school, and we are allowed to use them even for exams. I really think calculators are quite an important advance in technology. They help us a lot and save a lot of time, which was wasted before doing mental calculations with paper and pencil. My parents, for example, did not use calculators at school and they think this is really an advance.

However, it is possible to find people who think differently. I have heard some people say that calculators do not help, because when we use them we do not make any mental effort or exercise , which may, in turn, be necessary to develop mental capacities. I do not agree with this and I consider that the development of mental capacities does not depend on using or not using calculators.

On this point, I would like to mention something interesting I read in the newspaper some days ago. In Britain, the most recent and famous reality show on TV recreates a British school in the 50's, with all its rules and regulations so, of course, no cell phones, no make-up for girls, and no calculators! The students who have been selected for this school are the best students from the best schools. They are all about 16 years old.
They were given a Maths exam to do, which had been done by 11 year-old children in those times, and they all failed it because of the difficulty in working out calculations without a calculator.
This could be a strong point against my beliefs but I really think it is just a question of practice. These students failed because they were not used to working without calculators, and not because their mental capacities were lower than those of the children of the 50's. If they had had the opportunity of practising, as the children from the 50's had, they would have succeeded.

My conclusion is that we should welcome technology and all its advances and therefore use calculators, computers and all the available tools which can help us do our work. But we must not go to extremes, and sometimes we should remember to use paper, pencil and above all, our brain.

by Tomás Ambrosini, Senior III
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15.

The Robbery II

It was 10 o'clock at night. The lights went out. It was time to go to sleep before a hard long day for Meredith Queen, the owner of the enormous ancient palace where a party was expected the following day.The night was dark and cold, with no wind at all. Mrs. Queen was lying in her pink bed thinking about all the things she would have to do the following day.

At 8 o'clock in the morning Mrs. Queen was already awake and she was preparing her pink dress for that night. Drew, the housekeeper, was helping her. Drew was a slim, old, high-cheek-boned woman. She had worked for Mrs. Queen for several years and Meredith trusted her as if they were sisters. Drew was sewing the long sleeve of the long pink buttoned dress in dark pink. By 10 o'clock in the morning the dress was finished, and now Meredith and Drew were choosing the correct food for the event.

All day long, Meredith and Drew were moving to and fro preparing the expected formal party. Meredith had invited one hundred people, only to wear her new long pink dress which was embroidered in white all over the cuffs, sleeves and neck. It had buttons, round pink buttons all along the dress and was waiting hung in Mrs. Queen's closet.

When the night came and the moon was the only light to see, it was time for Meredith to wear her wished glamorous pink dress. Drew went to Mrs. Queen's bedroom to look for it. She opened the bedroom door, entered, looked around, walked towards the closet and opened the door ... she looked in surprise and screamed. She opened her eyes as much as she could and started searching for something in the closet. Meredith went upstairs into the bedroom and she heard Drew's screams. She looked at Drew and opened her eyes widely... the pink dress had disappeared.

by María Lanusse- Senior I
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16.

The Legend of Grandmother's House

It was a sunny day and I was very happy because I was moving into a new house. It was big and I could sleep alone without my annoying sister. The house was very old and there were a lot of legends about it. The one I liked best was a very strange one. I had always loved ghost stories. I found them interesting to read or to listen to. I liked them because I knew they were not true and that people only invented them to have fun.

But this one was different. It was about a family that had lived in the house. There were a lot of members in this family, but the one the legend mentioned the most was the grandmother. She was blind and when she died, the family started hearing noises as if someone was trying to get out of grandmother's room. But when they went to see what was going on, they found the room empty. They thought it was grandma's soul. So they moved.

The house was uninhabited until it was sold to us. Some people said that at night some noises could be heard. But that old story was not going to change my mood. I was very happy because my parents told me that I could have the nicest room, so that story was not important for me.

At night, while we were having dinner, I told my parents the story I had heard and my sister started crying so my parents got angry and sent me to my room. It was very big. The bed was old as most things there. I turned the lights off and tried to sleep. When I was almost asleep I started hearing as if someone was trying to get out of my room. There was somebody else with me. I turned on the light but no one was there. So I started looking everywhere. When I looked under my bed I was surprised. I had found a secret passage.

I went inside it, and I could see somebody running there. I followed him until the end of the passage. I touched the wall and it opened!! There was a man who told me he was the ex gardener and when the grandmother of the family died, he started making strange noises for them to leave the house. When he started working for the family he was 15. Now he was 80 and he was about to die.

He told me that now he knew the house would be fine with us .Then, he said "goodbye" and I never saw him again.

by Marina Minelli, Senior II
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17.

The Trial that Saved my Life

Fifty years ago, when I was 20 years old, I was studying to become a lawyer. As a student, I had to complete an assignment to get a good mark, so I was sent to court to see what a trial was like.
When I arrived there, I was very excited because I could see the court with its jury and judge with my own eyes. At the beginning, I believed it was going to be a very good experience. I loved how the barrister and the solicitor worked. I wanted to be like them.

The trial was based on a bloody murder. An important businesswoman was the victim. Her body had been chopped up with an axe.
The first witness was the woman's son, who could not stop crying during the trial. He said that he was the first person who had seen his dead mother's body. He also testified that when he ran to ask for help he had seen a man getting into the elevator. He also said that this man was very strange and had blood stains all over his collar.
The woman's husband gave evidence as well. He said he had arrived home a few minutes later than his son, and that he had seen a man downstairs getting into a limousine.

After I had heard the two testimonies I made my own conclusions. It was evident that the woman had some important information and because of that a very rich and powerful person had murdered her.

The problem was that the judge thought that the accused man was not guilty, and he did not want to pass sentence. It seemed that he had a lot of sympathy for that man. In my opinion, the judge had no brains.

When the trial ended, I saw two men talking outside the court. One fit the description given by the witnesses, and the other one was the judge. The former was giving a lot of money to the judge. I broke in and told them that they were wrong solving problems that way.

When I got home that night somebody grabbed me from behind and beat me up. Later, I found myself inside a hole that had been dug recently. When the attacker left me I was in pain. I had lots of bruises and injuries.

Luckily, a man who had seen the whole scene took me to hospital in his car. From that day on, I have quit studying law and I left the big city to live on a farm.

Now I am happy with my family, although I have lost my sight in an accident and I am blind.

by Lucía Parodi, Senior III
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18.

The Great Lover

These I have loved:
The grass after the rain
And its smell,
The good smell of bread in the morning,
The rays of the sun in the winter,
The sea. A bath before sleeping,
A cold swimming pool in the summer
Dancing, singing, acting.
And going to sleep after a long day.
The sound of a little cat crying
And porcelain dolls, walking in the rain,
Reading a book at night.
Riding on horse, postcards,
The rough skin of peaches.
And lemon's fragrance, comfortable shoes,
The texture of teddy bears,
And teddy bears themselves.
All these have been my loves.

by María Camila Aliberti, Senior I
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19.

The Cardboard Boy

Hello, I am an orphan. I don't know my name, but in the street, people call me "Robber". I don't know what it means. But I like it.
I live in the street and work as a cardboard boy. I don't know who my parents were. I don't know where I was born. The only thing I know is that I must stay alive.
I think I am 9 years old. But I am not sure. During the day I ask for money. At midday I go to the bakery and the baker gives me some bread. He is my only and best friend. After that I keep on walking and begging for more money. At night I count all the money I collect during the day and I buy something to eat. Later, I pick up cardboard from the dustbins and then I sell it to a factory.
Sometimes, when I cannot sleep, I think about my imaginary parents and they tell me to go on.

by Nico Villella-Paz García Fernandez, Junior 7
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20.

A Dream I Had

Last weekend, after I had seen a horror movie at the cinema with my friend Cabito, I went back home and, as I couldn't sleep, I went downstairs and watched Pokemon.
After ten minutes, I got up to go to the kitchen because I was really hungry. I was looking for something to eat when, suddenly, I saw a shadow moving across the living room. I was really scared.
With all the courage I could get, I went to the living room and shouted: "Give in, I have already called the police". I had not called anybody, of course, but nobody moved, talked or anything.
So, I ran as fast as I could to my dad's bedroom. But when I got there, he wasn't in his room. The first thing I thought about was to run away, but I didn't know where to run to. So, I ran to Cabito's house.
When I went out, the street was full of strange animals and I started running, but suddenly I started to fall into some kind of hole in the floor.
When I woke up, I wasn't in my house, I was in a jail or something like that. But the next time I woke up, I was at home, in my bedroom. But when I went to the hall and saw the same shadow, I got a lot more scared but when I got closer to it, it was my dad, and I realized that it had all been a dream, and a really strange one.

by Martín Díaz Luján, Junior 7
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21.

A love letter

May 25th , 1915
Dear Love,

Hi! How are you darling? I hope you are fine. As you very well know, I’m living in a trench, in awful conditions, this place is disgusting. We suffer from “trench feet”, a painful swelling of the toes, because we can never keep our feet dry. We are always cold, I usually sleep, this place is really uncomfortable. There are men’s corps among us, and there are also a lot of rats here. We have no proper washing facilities, you know what that means, you can have a sort of idea of how irritating it is to live in a trench. I’m facing a difficult situation and I’m sacrificing my life. But anyway I would fight for my country till the end. That’s my intention dear.
Yesterday we attacked the German trench, almost 20 men died. I was exhausted and really sad. They can attack us anytime, so we must always be prepared in order to fight against them.
You don’t know how painful it is to see people wounded every day, dying, shouting, crying. This is the worst thing I’ve ever faced in my life. Anyway, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Everything is going to be fine. Remember we are in God’s hands. We must be strong.
You are always in my thoughts and in my heart.
Kisses and hugs. I’ll be back soon.

With all my love
Eyad Daghestani

PS: take care of yourself.

by Mariana Kusznir , Senior I
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Diary of war
13th August, 1915

Yesterday I was lying in a lonely trench. I was thinking about my family while the German troops were preparing an attack. Suddenly, a man shouted: “gas, gas” I picked up my gas mask and ran to the shelter. I closed my eyes and stayed quiet for some minutes. When I opened my eyes and I saw all my friends dead on the floor.

8th September 1915

We have to attack in some minutes. We are all very nervous because our enemy is much stronger than us. We think the machine guns will kill us before we reach the front line trench.

10th March, 1915

We know the Germans are going to attack us. All the soldiers that were resting were woken up and prepared to defend our position. We don’t know when or how but we are all prepared to defend the last thing we own.

by Ercilia Croce - Senior I
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23.

The Robbery III

Ten years ago in Britain, more precisely in London, Paul became the greatest thief in British History. He was better than anyone, and he was even better than the best pirate that had ever existed. This is his story:

It was a rainy day when Paul robbed a for the first time. It was full of guards, security cameras and the latest technology but Paul did it and nobody realized.

The next morning when the president, Al, and his wife, Victoria, woke up, they realized that something was missing, though they couldn’t say what it was. After a while they both shouted when they found out that a huge gold shield was missing. It was Al’s family arms shield. He was really upset. But what made him furious was that there was a huge red “P” where the shield had been.

This robbery appeared in all newspapers front pages. The police started looking for the shield through the states unsuccessfully. Paul continued stealing but instead of leaving a “P” he started writing his name “Paul” all over the houses where he had been.

After three years, he had already broken into at least 150 different houses with the police chasing him. On October 5th, when he was trying to break into a governor´s house a little dog saw him. He did not mind at that moment but, later, the dog started barking and the whole family woke up. Paul ran as fast as he could in order to escape, but the police caught him five minutes later.

He was taken to jail but he did not tell anybody where the shield was. Of course he was found guilty and was given life imprisonment. And up to this day, after many years, where the shield is, is a mystery.

by Luciano Papalardo- Senior II
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24.

My Friend Guada

I am going to write about Guadalupe Costa, my best friend. She is 13 years old. I met her when she was 10. She was born on September 8th, 1989.

Guada is a tall, well built, slim teenager. She has a pale complexion, but in summer her complexion is tanned because of the sun. She has a round face.

The things I like the most about her are her hair and her eyes. She has beautiful, long, straight, blond hair, which she usually wears in a pony tail, and an exotic pair of slanting light blue eyes. She also has a straight nose, thin lips and some moles on her face.

She loves wearing casual clothes like jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of trainers. She usually doesn’t wear skirts but in the photo she is wearing one because she was going to an elegant party. Her favorite color is light blue.

Guada is one of the most generous persons I’ve ever met, because she loves sharing her things and giving things to others. She is an energetic person as well, she is never tired and because of this, she is very gregarious and outgoing. Sometimes she seems a little bit bossy. She likes telling people what to do, but this is the only bad thing I’ve found about her because I will tell you that she is a very responsible girl and she is always doing her homework and the things they ask her to do. Guada is a very determined person because she knows what she wants and her ideas of life are very clear.

Guada loves playing hockey, and she plays hockey with me in Champagnat. She also likes other sports like swimming, riding horses, etc. Guada loves going to parties at night, where she meets people and dances. She also likes playing with the computer, chatting with her friends, and most of all sleeping and waking up very late.

Guada may not be perfect, but she is the best friend you can have. I love her very much and she will always be my best friend.

by Carolina de Corral- Senior I
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