Long ago in Japan Yuuki and is grandfather talked on the watery sand,

It’s a flood that happens called the Tsunami and the sea starts to bubble,

Suddenly the ground was shaking like an angry beast,

Yuuki thought back, he knew the signs,

The Tsunami was coming.

Run! Run! He told them all,

As the ground rumbled like thunder,

Nobody ran! Nobody listened!

The Tsunami was coming.

Off he ran to the rice fields,

Flame held in his hand,

Fire quickly spread to the dry rice crops

The Tsunami was coming.

Now they ran now they listened,

The sea came crashing in,

It is swallowed up the village,

The Tsunami was here.

As wild as a monster,

Devestation all around,

Upon a dry mountain top,

400 people could be found.

Many years ago a Tsunami hit,

Children were scared and some lives in bits,

Waves crashed and people cried,

Because today Mother Nature came out and destroyed people’s lives.

The ferocious storm came in crashing and banging,

People cried while people died,

The furious Tsunami thudded in,

Bringing all his guilt with him,

People was so scared and shattered that they hid from sin.

Young people at the age of three lost most of their family,

How could they know what to do?

Especially at the age of three,

They have to handle a ferocious Tsunami.

The eldest children of the family were grabbed from the horrible Tsunami,

Nature wasn’t even feeling guilty after destroying lives from the age of three,

Many children’s faces were soft as sable,

Now their children’s lives were over they weren’t as capable,

Oof looking after their children’s lives,

Not to make their last child die!

A disastrous poisoning raging wave killing many lives,

Mother Nature throwing various knives,

The tsunami broke the Earth with immense power,

It was as dark as a nightmare,

She broke the earth “Stop Mother Nature”.

They shouted she didn’t even care,

A giant cover dotted with blue diamonds and emeralds,

As Mother Nature assembled the sea,

The monstrous sea,

Saving lives was actually key.

Who saved over 400 lives? Yuuki!

From a giant Tsunami,

This is not the Mother Nature I know,

The one killing people with a watery bow and arrow,

A giant fist of fury knocking the town out and about

Before the buildings clattered and the lucid glass shattered,

Who else did Mother Nature scout?

Tumbling, horrific, boom,

Tumbling, horrific, boom,

Tsunami crashing and destroying everything in its path,

Raging like an angry beast,

Punched the shore with his big fat fist of fury,

Unbelievable waves,

Dark and mysterious,

Murderous killer,

10 meter high waves

Running rapidly, as fast as a Cheetah,

Why Japan? What have we done?

Tsunami demolishing as volcano,

A hurricane, a storm and a tornado

I’ve heard of you before but I didn’t know you’d be this wicked,

You are as dangerous as a lion,

You are a murderer,

And thoughtless as a this goldfish,

If you knew how much of my family you killed,

You would regret it

In a beautiful farm and there was a very graceful farm woman called Winter Flower and she was sleepy so she went to bed. So did her pigs. The pigs heard something, they woke up. Suddenly the pigs were the floating because they were flying in the sky. The pigs were surprised and happy but the problem was the pigs forgot they lived on the farm. So the pig started scattered around the place, some went to the moon and some went to the shopping centre and some reached to the stars.

BANG! The noise of mad street children thumping the huge shop door. You can hear the tranquil sound of Jim Jarvis’s heavy boots entering the shop in hurry, jumping about with the shilling in his ice cold hands. “This is Ma’s last shilling”. “ Mam!” he cried “make it hot, big and creamy.”

“It is on its way love.” she replied peacefully.

Snatching the mouth-watering pie he wondered if it would be the last hot meal in his life. Jim tore the lovely smelling pie crust, as he entered the room. Thump, Thump, THUMP!…..   In a matter of moments, the door swung open. Silence.

“The rent, where is the money. NO RENT!THEN NO HOUSE!”, the remorselessly mean Mr Spink annouced at the top of his sharp voice.

“Please sir, please do not kick us out of the house! Emily cried.

” Give us one more day, Sir, please.” wheezed the old and crooked Mrs Jarvis. That was the first word she had said in weeks.

“Out you lot go!” yelled the cruel man angrily.

It took them days to get to Rosie’s place. “Rosie is a loving and caring young woman.” explained Mrs Jarvis.

“Are you sure?” asked Lizzie.

After a long period they reached Rosie’s place. The house was comfortable. Jim liked it but he had to carry on walking with his mum and leave the worried girls behind. They searched and searched until they were out of energy. The stopped and slept in a comfortable place. The next morning Jim’s mum died. Jim was going to have to go to the workhouse. The workhouse was not a safe place to stay. Days and days past by quickly. He felt a ‘wild thing’ inside him. “Come on bruvver you can do it, escape, you know it bruvver.”

He met a boy called Tim in the noisy workhouse. bang bang bang.

“We hate this place!” they both shouted at the top of their voices. They repeated it again and again until lunchtime. “Bread and cheese Jim thought. “I would rather starve, this is torture” he whispered to Tip. “This is a torture”

Jim became so used to the workhouse that he couldn’t remember where he used lived.

To be continued….

Cold and poor Jim Jarvis hopped about on the edge on the road as the carriages flung muddy snow into his face. Yow! His last shilling almost burnt his hand! Jim pushed and shoved past all the skinny boys and dogs. Mrs Hodder tried to sweep out the snow but it was no use.

“Get out!” Mrs Hodder yelled.

“But I’ve come to buy a pie!” Jim whined as he opened and closed his fist trying to make his shilling wink at her.

“Then what pie do you want?” Mrs Hodder grunted.

“Just make it a big pie!” Jim suggested as he hopped up and down on the pie shop floor.

In seconds the pie was done! Jim took it, left the shilling on her counter and, TTFN he was gone. Zoom!

“Zooming’ through the streets of London, zooming’ through the streets of London!” Jim sang as he arrived at his room with his family in. As soon as Jim put the pie down he started shovelling it down; A: because he was starving and B: it tasted soooo good. Jim and his sisters had almost finished the eating the pie when Emily, (one of Jim’s sisters) started begging her mum to try some pie. She said “NO!”. Jim guessed that his mum was too sick to eat.

One hour later Jim almost fell asleep when there was a huge bang! Then there he was… the stick man (actually it was Mr Spink). Jim woke in a fright trying to crawl under his blanket when his sisters hauled him up to to face Mr Spink. Guess what happened next? They got kicked out! They travelled to Rosie’s place. Sadly Rosie only took Emily and Lizzie but not Jim. He was taken to the workhouse. The saddest moment is about to happen.

The next day he found out that his mum. . . died. Jim tried hard not to cry but in the end he cried so hard no one could stop his crying. Eventually he created a river of tears that took an hour to clear up. Jim let out a burst of tears and everyone did as well because no one had seen someone that sad. Days later Jim stopped crying and everything was better. He met Joseph and Tip. The one ting Jim didn’t enjoy were the tasteless meals. One day Jim volunteered to join the carpet beaters to have a chance to escape. He was carrying the carpet out and slipped away. Yes he was free! He could see Rosie and Emily and Lizzie and tell them that their mum died and all the bad news but they would be united again. Right now his life was a roller coaster.

The piping steam blew through his fingers, as they were sweating more than ever; to burst through the chipped wooden door, and the first thing you lay your eyes on was your very ill, sickly mother. What a devastating site! How would you feel?

Poor Jim woke up in the morning to find a six foot man standing over him, whipping his yellow hair whilst the hair grease dripped onto his pale face. The rest of his family were finally woken up by the deafening sound of the old man shouting! Who was it? It was Mr Spink the evil landlord that had come demanding for rent! The wicked human being spotted a purse on the wet, muddy floor, it was drowned in gravy.

Mr Spink started asking questions. “Did you buy a pie last night? Was it yummy? Did it cost a shilling?”.

“Yes” a scared Jim replied as he knew it was not good to lie; he hoped that because he had told the truth it would be ok. But then suddenly “That was your rent money” he whispered in a soft voice, “YOUR OUT!!!!!!”

The Jarvis’s shook in fear but they knew they had to leave, they knew what Mr Spink was like! A few hours later they reached Rosie. Luckily she said that Emily and Lizzie could stay but sadly Jim and his mum had to find somewhere else to live. So off to workhouse it was for him! Jim and his mother were extremely tired so they dozed off for a nap on the side walk. Jim woke up to find that his mum was DEAD!!!…

The next day Jim met a new friend, his name was Tip. They both decided that the horrid building was no place for any young boy so they tried to escape. The two youngsters went to help with the carpet beating, that was their only chance, that was their new home. Tip backed out, Jim was leaving no matter what, so he stuck to the plan. He held his breath, squeezed in his tummy, slid through the iron bar of the gate and he was free.

The young boy wondered through the streets searching for a house with the boot scraper, considering that’s where he last saw Rosie. Finally he found it. He tripped up and stuttered against a girl. Rose was no longer there. This woman called Betsey took Jim to Rosie. Jim told Rosie all about what had happened and he saved the worst bit till last “my mother died”. Rosie nursed him, whilst he sobbed himself to sleep. When he awoke he found himself in a shed, waiting to be kidnapped by a revolting man called Grimy Nick…. He was scared. Would you be?

Grimy Nick made Jim his slave. The remorselessly cruel beast was unfit to look after a child as he could barely help himself. One day Jim had had enough so he decided to escape, but unfortunately he got his leg bitten, so he tried again a couple of years later and he did it. He joined the circus with Madam Juglini. As he was about to get paid he saw a mysterious figure ion the lantern light! So he left.

I just wanted to ask, how did you make your books so good? Like for instance Cockatoos, I wonder if you can write more books? How did you get the idea for Mr Magnolia? My favourite book is Zagazoo. I like how you have passion with your books. I think you are the best author ever. How many books did you write? I like how you personalise your books.

Yours sincerely,

Bilal

Dear Quentin Blake,

I love your books so much!

But I don’t much like Cockatoos because it is a bit boring. If you could improve it then my school could have a look at your wonderful books. I love the BFG because it has a small little girl that is happy because she had seen the BFG. I hope you have a wonderful day.

P.S. Your books need inspiration and fascinating pages with colours.

Yours sincerely

Zalia