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Guildford Grammar Preparatory School
Writing Festival
2019
Narratives
Student writing sample:
How Rain Helps
by Fleur Le Coultre
It was the coldest wettest day of summer you could imagine in
London, the cab wheels squeaking as the horses were whining
in fright. On this day, Charles, a grubby little boy, looked out
from the small attic window which was his bedroom. People
never looked at this house. No-one ever came in and no-one
ever came out, (well without being noticed though.) Even the
mail-boy didn’t come there on Wednesday’s. No-one ever came.
The reason for this was because of Charles’ aunt and uncle, Mr
and Mrs Dottily. They hated people, anyone and everyone really.
The only people that they liked was Charles and his mother,
Loretta. (She doesn’t come into the story much) but enough of
this house, let’s go and meet Jenifer. Jenifer’s house however
was white, strong, smooth and welcoming compared to Charles’
house which now felt crumbly, old, creepy and haunted. But
enough of that lets get to the point.
Even though houses don’t compare to people, it was the way
that Charles and Mary met. As Matilda and Peter, (Jenifer’s
mother and father) went out to “inspect.” Charles’ house. It took
some time getting in but they soon convinced Mrs Dottily with
some money. “Mrs Tillory!” shouted Mrs Ashwood across the
whole house.
“I need to talk again!”
If you hadn’t known Mrs Ashwood she can grow impatient very
quickly indeed. And that is exactly what happened. She stormed
up the stairs like a bull that had seen a red flag, across the whole
room, making it dizzy and frustratingly angry. Sneaking away
into a room, after following close behind her mother, Jenifer
closed the door to find herself in a room that seemed to be a
child’s bedroom. It looked almost exactly like hers except a bit
boyishly messy.
“Hey!” said a little whinging voice from a corner that made
Jenifer jump.
“What are you doing here?” said the voice again. At last, Jenifer
found where the voice was coming from. In the darkest corner
of the room next to the long, sky blue draping curtains covering
what was thought to be an arched window.
“I-I-I don’t kn-n-nn-know,” she stammered.
“I j-just came in b-b-by accident. Jenifer had her tongue in a
knot. She had no idea whatsoever how to convince this person
(and if it was even one) to come out. Finally, when Jenifer found
her tongue (which unfortunately took a very long time) and
plucked up the courage to talk.
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“Can you please come out?” The voice sighed heavily, but as if
to say yes, groaned, picked itself up and walked into the light.
To some of her surprise, (yes some) it was a grubby little boy
who looked like he was crying but trying to hide it when he just
couldn’t do it, which was exactly what he was doing. The boy
gave her a look up and down as if saying ‘’Really?’’ and asked in
a grumpier tone than before in a motherly way, mimicking a girl’s
voice,
“Don’t be so rude, introduce yourself!”