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**Let's share some of our outstanding work! Celebrate Literacy Week by reading some of our stories entitled My Most Treasured Possession. **

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**My** **Treasured Possession... Well I don't really have a treasured possession but there is one thing. MY CROSS COUNTRY MEDAL! It gives a nice cold feeling like I have water floating around in my stomach. Some may think that it's just a medal but deep down, it means a lot to me. To me a treasured possession is something that you have to work for. It has to be meaningful. You just don't get it given to you, you have to work hard for it. Now the story of the Treasured Possession begins....... It all started at school. We were off to Cross Country which is when you have a running competition against other schools in your age group. You have to run 1500m or more and the best thing is, is that if you come 1st, 2nd or 3rd you get a medal and that's what I got. When the man pressed the gun it was time for us to run and do our best. When I had ran for half of a lap, I had already started to be tired. But I knew that I had to push past the pain. I was huffing & puffing and I nearly fell down. Naa just joking. Although I was in a lot of pain but I knew that I had to try and keep my pace up. I had just finished my 1st lap and I was exhausted, tired and my legs were in all types of pain. But I kept on running and when I had ran past my class-mates they were cheering for me. I was so happy that some how I seemed to rebuild my strength and I ran past a couple of more people. I pushed and pushed and pushed myself past the finish line. Finally, yes finally I had finished the race. I sat down with my kind, caring friends and waited to see what I had come. The time had come. We all sat down anxiously to see where we came. The people who organised the day were going to speak RIGHT....NOW...** ======

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** ''Could these people please come up to the front to collect your medal. In first place is [ Someone I don't know ], in second place is TRICIA! That's me I said in my head.'' I walked up happily and placed my medal around my neck. It is round, silver, hard like a rock and it makes me remember what I had to do to get it. Everyday I look at at it before I go to school and I remember all the hard work I did and how I was then and I still feel the same way now. When I first received the medal I thought it was a dream come true because I never imagined getting it. NEVER, EVER did I think that. You may say who cares its just a medal but no it's a memorable medal because it makes me remember how hard I worked. It gives me strength to know that I am able to do or win anything as long as I try and give it all I've got. I look at it and it makes me have a huge SMILE! I wish, I just wish I could touch the medal and KAPOW I go to the place where I got medal so I can see other people winning a medal with a big grin on their faces. All I have to say now is that if I lost my medal I would feel devastated, frustrated, angry, heart-broken yeah you get what I am saying. I am only saying this because all my hard work will go to waste. So if you try hard and give it all you've got GOOD THINGS SHOULD HAPPEN! ** ======  //**  = = =**CONVICT LETTERS**=
 * // ...By Tricia...

Dear Parents,

I just want to inform that I regret stealing feathers, irons and one coffee pot. I will be transported to Australia because the gaols are full. I grow weaker and weaker everyday because I have one meal a day. Our meal for the day is one half of a rotten potato and quarter of a uncooked fried chicken. It's very yucky and all the convicts have to get used to it. None of us take showers and you wouldn't believe the smell. The smell is increasing every second of the day. Plus we have to live with rats, mice and insects such as cockroaches. We have to drink dirty water. It stinks and it's crowded. If I were in gaol you would wish you weren't. The rules are so harsh. If you give the guards one little dirty look you would be flogged with the cat of nine tails. My friend pushed a guard and was whipped about 50 times. My friend couldn't walk for 2 weeks straight. We had to put salt water on the deep cuts so it could heal faster. I can't stand. The rules are so harsh and we all can't stand having our own space. I'm looking forward to sailing to another country because it's cold here and it's hot up there because I know it. I miss you so much that I can't stop thinking about you. I hate that I stole feathers, irons and one coffee pot. But I heard that Australia has warm weather not like England. It is 12,000 miles away and it will take 6 months of sailing to reach Botany Bay.

Love by your only loving daughter Jane Creeke.

By Annalosa......

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