It had been raining all morning by Millie

It had been raining all morning. "I'm bored," I said. That was what I said until something bad happened. The rain - it wasn't normal. To me, it was different. Not in a good way though. The rain was black, so I decided to investigate. I put some in a bottle and looked at it. It was like tiny storms. Snow, sand, rain, thunder, lightning, anything. My mum and dad weren't home so I couldn't tell them. Why would they believe me anyway? They never did. I hated them, and still do! I wish I could tell someone what I just saw. 

SHOUTED CRIMSON MISTY FRANTICALLY GRAVE by Millie

The land of clowns.

My name is Crimson nice to meet you,

Don't know me?

Well you will do soon!

I once went up to this grave,

And it said,

'If you can read this send a wave.'

I did it,

and next I knew,

I was in a room with the fireplace lit.

It was misty,

I frantically shouted, "HELP!"

Someone said, "Hello, did you miss me?"

I screamed,

I yelled,

And the person they leaned.

They said "Hello, welcome to Playland,

This is also known as, 'Land of the Clowns'.

He took my hand,

And sent me there without care.

Ladder Goldfish Flew Brown Slowly by Millie

I slowly climbed up my brown old ladder, while I saw my goldfish in the window playing about. Immediately, everything went into slow motion. I felt like a god! I reached to go down the ladder when everything went fast, and a bird flew by and hit a tree, hard. I looked down at my hand and saw fire, then water? It turned into dirt, then stone. I knew they were the 4 elements, but what could it mean? I started to think, what if I was a chosen one? I looked up at the grass, and there he was.

The Hand by Millie

It was standing there. Was it a statue? Was it dead or alive? Was it new or old? No one knew. People worship it some despise it. It was never seen moving. People saw it as different things. Some saw it as a handsome saw it as a unicorn and more things. Only one person saw it move. That person was my best friend. At first, I didn't believe her. Then one night, I looked out my window and it was gone. I kept watching and I saw it come back. I never told anyone, and never will.

…but where would we hide it all?…by Millie

The police are onto me. I can't hide. How long will I stay in jail? Why did we do that! UGH! We're so stupid! I can still escape...but where would we hide it all?...I could ditch them? I could make it look like it was their fault? Thank god I WORE gloves. Where are the others now anyway? In jail? Hiding? Looking? Disposing the evidence? Making sure it isn't found? I hope they don't get to me next. I'll make sure they don't! What if the others tell about me? I'll just have to tell on them first.

…so, what lies ahead of… by Millie

She doesn't like me...she hates me...what am I going to do? 

She won't talk to me. She keeps ignoring me. She gives me evil looks. I know she hates me, even though she hasn't told me. 

My mum and dad don't know. Should they know? 

...So what lies ahead of ...us...now. I don't know. It's killing me! She's popular, she's pretty! No wonder she doesn't like me. Maybe, just maybe if I do it she will like me! I don't know...it's quite risky. Well it's worth a shot. I'll do it. I don't care what they say!