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“Well then, bye Joe. Thanks” “Don’t mention it,” He said with a grin, before walking off and climbing onto the walls. “He was short for his age, which is probably good for him. Y’ know ducking away from staff.” Jack said before turning to look at the Principal’s office and groaning. “This ain’t gonna be good.” They opened the door and looked around the area, their eyes flashing from books to paperwork. Then all of their eyes landed on a person sitting in the chair in the middle. The chair turned around and suddenly they saw who it was. It was Raymond, the person who tried to frame Peace earlier and just as Peace knew that, he was knocked out. Peace woke up and started to cough and splutter onto the floor around him. He looked around and saw that the rest of them were already awake. His head turned towards the only entrance, where Ray stood guard, laughing and clapping away at how he captured them. Suddenly the door opened and in the entrance was a small blonde haired boy who was grinning from head to toe. “You can leave now Ray, I’ve got this.” Ray nodded slowly like he didn’t want to leave them all by themselves but knew it was his job. “You’re a traitor!” Shouted Peace at the boy, and then started coughing onto the floor again. “Don’t worry guys, I’m here to get you out.” “Yeah, why would we believe you?” Jack shouted at him, which made Joe fall back a bit. “Well. I haven’t been completely honest with you, I thought that you would’ve found me something in the Principal’s office. And you did.” “What are you talking about?!” Jennifer said, puzzled, but angry at the same time, like she weaved her emotions into her voice. “He’s Zero.” Peace said, and looked Joe in the eyes, before smiling weakly. “Don’t be stupid Peace, he’s not-“ “Well that’s quite offensive to me.” Joe’s voice had changed from that of a normal kid to a British kid, who was nodding his head towards them all. “I thought it when we first saw him. Zero was small too and most of the time he would crawl up into small places and hide away. Very sensitive you were.” Like he was recapping on the old times. “Well you have your coin now let’s get down to business!” Joe Spicer 8C The End.—Or there may be a Part 3??? Creative Writing: Dwarf Story He’d always wanted to fly, ever since he was a young boy watching the kites soar through the sky in perfect harmony with the wind. Every night, in his dreams, he would be taken into the skies and would end up flying over London, seeing the Big Ben clock tower and the London Eye slowly turning. He watched the people on the ground as if he were a falcon; they were but ants beneath his wings. WINGS! That was when he had an idea. After a month of hard work and daily trips to the nearest timber yard and DIY store, he had finished. He took a lift up the Shard and at the top he strapped on his wings! He jumped. There was no feeling like it! The wind drifted through his fingers as he extended his wings, slowly, 10 seconds from the ground and died. Marcus Marchant , 8C
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