Maths Time

The drone of the fans. The scratching of pencils. This is maths time. You can hear people muttering division problems, or people with their eyes closed, concentrating. You try and stay focused. "The product of... no, the quotient of...  oh dear!' Suddenly, the bell rings for lunch. Everyone piles out of the class room, chattering. You pack away your maths book, jottered with numbers and equations. 'See you tomorrow', you think to yourself. But little did you know that we had a maths test this afternoon.

minor games

The gold and maroon groups march across the field, with either a red, blue, yellow, or green flag leading them on. Each group shouts a different chant, trying to be the most heard. They reach the seating area. As they sit down, a strong gust of wind blew, flapping the four flags fiercely. Soon enough, the groups break up into smaller teams, and go off to their set sport. That was the beginning of the minor games. 

The Blossom Tree

  Floating down like coloured snow, the petals fall, blanketing the grey paving stones. Spots of sunlight leak through the swaying branches. The gentle breeze sings to the blossoms, ruffling their petite pink petals. The calm pink draws eyes in, standing out against the blue cloudless sky. This is the blossom tree!

Welcome!

Hello! My name is Amelia, and this is my blog for ... 2014!!!

(Hope you love it!)