Ella Fox
02-09-2012, 06:19 AM
Emma was very proud of the Bird Club. A club anyone could join, as long as they were a girl. Emma made every member a joining pack, which contained a hand made badge, a leaflet on how to save birds, and a mini plasticine bird. Before each meeting members recited three rules.
“Rule one: Love birds. Rule Two: Save birds. Rule Three: Be nice to each other.”
Meetings were always held at the tree stump which smelt like a smoothie of mud and freshly cut grass. The boys said a poisonous adder lived at the stump, but that didn’t bother members of the bird club. Bird club members went on hunts for birds in need of help, put bird nests back in trees and played bird tag. The bird club became popular, it started with only 2 members, Rosie and Emma. But now it had 12. Rosie said she didn’t want any more people to join. But Emma had always said everyone could join, as long as they weren’t a boy.
“If anyone else joins the bird club,” Rosie said, “I’m leaving!”
“Fine leave!” replied Emma.
“The bird club is boring anyway,” Rosie said as she ran away.
Emma’s tummy felt horrible and her face felt hot as she ran to the girls toilet. The smell of wee mixed with cleaner filled the small room. Emma locked herself in a cubical and sat on the cold toilet lid. Tears streamed down her face as air struggled to enter her lungs.
Mrs Smith, the dinner lady banged on the door, “lunch time is over,” she shouted, Mrs Smith was incapable of talking without shouting. Emma opened the toilet door, Mrs Smith looked at Emma as if Emma were a dollop of vomit waiting to be cleared up. “You’re already in my bad books,” snarled Mrs Smith.
Emma rushed to class struggling to see out of her burning eyes. But the class wasn’t their. The whole school were in the hall ready for Wizard of Oz rehearsals. Normally Emma loved rehearsing, but today it was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Where was Rosie?” Emma thought, “she should be in the hall.”
The whole school got in their positions for the start of the play. Emma stood in the middle of the stage as she was playing Dorothy. Emma had tried hard to learn her lines, but she couldn’t remember them now, her cheeks burned as all she could think of was Rosie. Rosie walked into the hall with puffy eyes and Mrs Taylor.
“Emma Richards” bellowed Mrs Taylor. Emma stood like a kitten gazing up at a lion. All eyes were on them both.
“You have been bullying Rosie!” Mrs Taylor said quietly, but in the most fearful tone Emma had ever heard. Emma’s knees wobbled and she could barely stand up. “Bullying will not be tolerated!” continued Mrs Taylor.
“R, Rosie, said she didn’t want to be in the bird club,” Emma mumbled.
“Don’t answer back!” shouted Mrs Taylor, her voice thundered across the silenced room.
Emma’s tummy clenched, and her pants became hot. Wetness filled Emma’s tights. Tears streamed down her face. Emma stood in the middle of the stage - hot, shaking and wet. If only everyone would look away.
Mrs Taylor continued to shout but Emma could not hear the words, all she could hear was Mrs Taylors roar and her own breath. Emma’s breath was interrupted when she heard Rosie Speak.
“E, excuse me Mrs Taylor,” Rosie stuttered, “Emma was kind to me, it’s my fault we argued and…”
“You silly girls!” bellowed Mrs Taylor, “how dare you waste my time!”
Mrs Taylor marched to the window to let in some fresh air. As she opened the window a black crow raced into the hall. Everyone gasped. Mrs Taylor hated birds, she flapped her arms in an attempt to shoo the bird away, “get out!” she screamed, “OUT!” But another black crow flew into the hall and another and another. Mrs Taylor fell to her knees and curled her self into a ball, “make them go away,” she cried! The room was filled with Mrs Taylors cries and children’s laughter!
Over 100 black crows circled Emma. They used their beaks to hold Emma’s dress, flapped their wings and lifted her off the ground. Carefully the birds flew Emma over everyone’s heads. Emma felt certain the crows would not drop her. Rosie ran to open the fire exist door and the crows flew Emma through the doorway.
“I’m sorry!” Rosie cried.
“I’m sorry!” replied Emma.
More crows flew into the school hall they circled Rosie, picked her up by the dress and flew. All the children ran to the door and watched in amazement as the birds flew Rosie and Emma over the playground and into the distance.
“Rule one: Love birds. Rule Two: Save birds. Rule Three: Be nice to each other.”
Meetings were always held at the tree stump which smelt like a smoothie of mud and freshly cut grass. The boys said a poisonous adder lived at the stump, but that didn’t bother members of the bird club. Bird club members went on hunts for birds in need of help, put bird nests back in trees and played bird tag. The bird club became popular, it started with only 2 members, Rosie and Emma. But now it had 12. Rosie said she didn’t want any more people to join. But Emma had always said everyone could join, as long as they weren’t a boy.
“If anyone else joins the bird club,” Rosie said, “I’m leaving!”
“Fine leave!” replied Emma.
“The bird club is boring anyway,” Rosie said as she ran away.
Emma’s tummy felt horrible and her face felt hot as she ran to the girls toilet. The smell of wee mixed with cleaner filled the small room. Emma locked herself in a cubical and sat on the cold toilet lid. Tears streamed down her face as air struggled to enter her lungs.
Mrs Smith, the dinner lady banged on the door, “lunch time is over,” she shouted, Mrs Smith was incapable of talking without shouting. Emma opened the toilet door, Mrs Smith looked at Emma as if Emma were a dollop of vomit waiting to be cleared up. “You’re already in my bad books,” snarled Mrs Smith.
Emma rushed to class struggling to see out of her burning eyes. But the class wasn’t their. The whole school were in the hall ready for Wizard of Oz rehearsals. Normally Emma loved rehearsing, but today it was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Where was Rosie?” Emma thought, “she should be in the hall.”
The whole school got in their positions for the start of the play. Emma stood in the middle of the stage as she was playing Dorothy. Emma had tried hard to learn her lines, but she couldn’t remember them now, her cheeks burned as all she could think of was Rosie. Rosie walked into the hall with puffy eyes and Mrs Taylor.
“Emma Richards” bellowed Mrs Taylor. Emma stood like a kitten gazing up at a lion. All eyes were on them both.
“You have been bullying Rosie!” Mrs Taylor said quietly, but in the most fearful tone Emma had ever heard. Emma’s knees wobbled and she could barely stand up. “Bullying will not be tolerated!” continued Mrs Taylor.
“R, Rosie, said she didn’t want to be in the bird club,” Emma mumbled.
“Don’t answer back!” shouted Mrs Taylor, her voice thundered across the silenced room.
Emma’s tummy clenched, and her pants became hot. Wetness filled Emma’s tights. Tears streamed down her face. Emma stood in the middle of the stage - hot, shaking and wet. If only everyone would look away.
Mrs Taylor continued to shout but Emma could not hear the words, all she could hear was Mrs Taylors roar and her own breath. Emma’s breath was interrupted when she heard Rosie Speak.
“E, excuse me Mrs Taylor,” Rosie stuttered, “Emma was kind to me, it’s my fault we argued and…”
“You silly girls!” bellowed Mrs Taylor, “how dare you waste my time!”
Mrs Taylor marched to the window to let in some fresh air. As she opened the window a black crow raced into the hall. Everyone gasped. Mrs Taylor hated birds, she flapped her arms in an attempt to shoo the bird away, “get out!” she screamed, “OUT!” But another black crow flew into the hall and another and another. Mrs Taylor fell to her knees and curled her self into a ball, “make them go away,” she cried! The room was filled with Mrs Taylors cries and children’s laughter!
Over 100 black crows circled Emma. They used their beaks to hold Emma’s dress, flapped their wings and lifted her off the ground. Carefully the birds flew Emma over everyone’s heads. Emma felt certain the crows would not drop her. Rosie ran to open the fire exist door and the crows flew Emma through the doorway.
“I’m sorry!” Rosie cried.
“I’m sorry!” replied Emma.
More crows flew into the school hall they circled Rosie, picked her up by the dress and flew. All the children ran to the door and watched in amazement as the birds flew Rosie and Emma over the playground and into the distance.