The white hot sun beat down on Matt’s head, as he emerged slowly from between some dying begonias, frantically looking left and right to see if they were still around. Were they still following him? He’d better make a run for it. He was in trouble again, he’d crossed the line again as far as they were concerned. He always regretted what he said after he blurted, and today was no exception…
As fast as his legs could carry him, he tore across the grass; not looking where he was going. As long as he could just make it home, he would be safe. “Just keep running, and don’t look back,” he kept telling himself. “You’ll be home soon.”
He got home, fumbled frantically for the key, and stuffed it into the lock, as he heard some footsteps approaching behind him. He quickly turned the key in the lock, but it was too late. As he tried to enter the house he felt breathing on the back of his neck, one of his pursuers gripped his shoulder tightly, and wheeled him round. He fainted before he got to see who it was, and fell on the floor in a heap.
The “bully” carried Matt into the house, and laid him on the sofa in the lounge, then started frantically looking through the cupboards in the kitchen, desperate to find something-but what? Meanwhile, Matt arose, grabbed his cricket bat that was nearby, and stood ready for the boy (or so he thought) who was now leaving the kitchen…
The “boy” ran back into the living room, and was confronted by Matt and his weapon. Matt dropped it in surprise when he saw him. It was no other than his Dad!

“Depressed” is depressing,
when people are stressing,
when happiness is lessing,
and your life’s in a mess.

Friends can cheer you
up and make you better,
when you’re feeling
under the weather.

So cheer up man,
don’t be depressed!
Be happy you know
it’s all for the best.

the banana lept in the air and twirled like a ballarina and landed on the counter chopped and diced. The Apple was allso swept into the air and also ended up in neat little slices on the chopping board. This went on with a great other many fruits as their friends and family watched them from the city of “FRUITBOWLIUS” ( incase your wondering thats pronounced fruit-bowl-e-us) ( allthough being fruit the people of fruitbowlius never said it anyway ) were was i again …. oh yeah…..
The oranges cheered as their friend orange2 was flug into the air and chopped into a thousand pieces ( actually it was about 8 but whos counting) The apples cheered even louder as their friend apple5 was chopped neatly in the air and crashed down to the counterwith amazing speed( for an apple anyway) and every single piece of fruit watched as all the pieces of friut be it sliced diced or smashed into a fruity pulp it all went in to the sacred fruit bowl.
At this all the other fruit went about the daily business of being fruit ( which dosnt envolve a lot of work) strwberry1 was confused. She was young, only being bought this morning, she didnt undertand the daily ritual. Apple4 and elderly apple tried to explain. ” when you have been in this city as long as i have ( which was 5 days) you will find out that when you are chosen you are fling in the air and your bodys used to feed the big hand of wisdom and you will be rewarded in FRUIT-OMEGA our paradise after the physical form has been eaten. This is the way it has allways been”
” BUT ITS NOT RIGHT” shouted strawberry1
” this is the way its allways been done” repaeted apple4 dosing of to sleep
“its not fair and im going to do something about it ” said strawberry1 under her breath.

nothing.
thats the only sound you hear.
nothing.
the creature hunts you
it smells you
and it knows your there
it cant see you yet
but it will
and when it does
it will be to late
you may try to escape but you cant
the teacher will allways find you.

I am the Who
i sit in the corner
i try to hide
you dont see me but i see you
i watch you and i haunt you
and i will never go away
because you left me in this corner
on my very first day