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Hello everyone, today I am speaking on the behalf of all the animals that are being tested on. Did you know that over 100 million animals are being abused in labs in the US every year? These statistics are terrible, and I will be telling you how and why you should help this cause. Animal testing is an extremely prominent issue that has been happening for decades already. Experiments on animals are cruel, unethical, and dangerous. Along with this, it is also unreliable. Many of the diseases that affect humans, including major forms of heart disease, numerous cancers, HIV, Parkinson’s disease, and schizophrenia, do not naturally affect animals. Instead, in order to imitate the human condition, these diseases’ symptoms are artificially produced in animals in labs. The animal welfare act offers barely any protection when it comes to labs using rats, hamsters, reptiles and more. Can you imagine being an animal who’s existence is simply just used to be tested on?
To stop this problem from harming more animals, you, yes you, can volunteer to donate healthy and compromised tissues from your body to labs as an alternative to testing on animals. By donating tissue, contributors increase the amount of human research samples accessible and decrease the need for animal testing. In the past, post-mortem brain tissue has contributed significantly to understanding brain regeneration and the impacts of Parkinson’s disease and multiple sclerosis.
If that isn’t your cup of tea, you can also donate to charities such as the PCRM (Physicians commitment to responsible medicine), Cruelty free international, and the National anti-vesication society. By donating to these charities, you are helping a great cause. You can also prevent animal testing by buying cruelty free brands.
Hello everyone, today I am speaking on the behalf of all the animals that are being tested on. Did you know that over 100 million animals are being abused in labs in the US every year? These statistics are terrible, and I will be telling you how and why you should help this cause. Animal testing is an extremely prominent issue that has been happening for decades already. Experiments on animals are cruel, unethical, and dangerous. Along with this, it is also unreliable. Many of the diseases that affect humans, including major forms of heart disease, numerous cancers, HIV, Parkinson’s disease, and schizophrenia, do not naturally affect animals. Instead, in order to imitate the human condition, these diseases’ symptoms are artificially produced in animals in labs. The animal welfare act offers barely any protection when it comes to labs using rats, hamsters, reptiles and more. Can you imagine being an animal who’s existence is simply just used to be tested on?
To stop this problem from harming more animals, you, yes you, can volunteer to donate healthy and compromised tissues from your body to labs as an alternative to testing on animals. By donating tissue, contributors increase the amount of human research samples accessible and decrease the need for animal testing. In the past, post-mortem brain tissue has contributed significantly to understanding brain regeneration and the impacts of Parkinson’s disease and multiple sclerosis.
If that isn’t your cup of tea, you can also donate to charities such as the PCRM (Physicians commitment to responsible medicine), Cruelty free international, and the National anti-vesication society. By donating to these charities, you are helping a great cause. You can also prevent animal testing by buying cruelty free brands.
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It’s funny the things you remember about your childhood. A couple of years ago, I had a big netball tournament with my school and another school. In case you don’t know, netball is a sport kind of like basketball, but you can’t move/dribble with the ball in your hand. Anyways, I was team captain for my team. In netball fixtures like this, each school is separated into four teams and those four teams had a leader (chosen by teachers). I wasn’t very good at netball, so I wasn’t sure why the teacher appointed me as team captain.
I decided to do some shooting practice with my team members because we were a bit intimidated by the opposing team. I assured my team that of we tried hard, we would win but they disagreed with me and told me that the other school’s players were good at netball. My heart was scared, and the feeling of fear ran through my spine, but I knew that in order to win, you can’t be too scared or nervous. My team (which was called the ‘Magpies’) met the opposing team which was called ‘The Beetles’ (wow, what an original name!). Despite their name, it wasn’t really a fair game because they had 8 people on their team and The Magpies only had 7.
Netball was a big thing in our school (that was before we found out it wasn’t at big of a school and society thought of it as a carbon copy of basketball), so it would be a big deal if a team lost to the other. Netball was the core sport and every day, we played it. I wouldn’t say it is like this now, it isn’t because I resigned from being team captain and moved to football where I could experience something new.
When we started playing, there was a lot of tension because the beetles started with the ball and got their first goal. I was nervous and felt my hand sweating because I am that type of person who hates losing. It started heavily raining and it was hard to see so I squinted my eyes in hopes that I could somehow see better but no use. The opposing team scored ANOTHER goal and that was when we knew we had lost. When I refer to, we, I mean the others not me. I was still set on winning, so I held my team up and we continued playing as there was only a few minutes of match play left. Surprisingly each of us scored one point each! The finished scores was 7:2 to us and I was over the moon. -
ACT 1
The scene takes place in a typical classroom at school, chairs scattered everywhere.
MONIKA (a fair-haired girl who has a soft smile and big green eyes): Well, is everyone all set for our meeting?
(A short brown haired girl walks into the scene)
YUKI(the short brown haired girl): Ooo! I-I have something to show you!
(she takes out a mysterious black box from her uniform pocket, cups it in her hands and places it on the table)
MONIKA: Oh erm, what is this, Yuki, may I ask?
YUKI (smiling): It’s basically this magical amulet that grants wishes!
MONIKA (reluctantly): well, give a try.
(Yuki opens the black box and a ghost-like ‘thing’ pops out, leaving Monika in complete shock)
SPIRIT: What does thy wish to be interrupted?
YUKI: Hey, creepy-ghost-guy! YOU are a wish granter, right?
SPIRIT: Indeed, tis I, the wish granter. What does thy wish for?
MONIKA (excited): Ooo! A cat!
SPIRIT: You will get thy cat, in return, a human head please.
YUKI: Woah woah woah, a human head?!
(Monika shoots a glance at Yuki, worried)
YUKI: We don’t have a human head right now.
SPIRIT: Of course you do. I see 4 human heads right now.
(Yuki notices the rest of the club members, all with a puzzled and scared expression on their face)
MONIKA: Yuki, can you like, undo the wish?
YUKI: Wish-granter, I would like to undo the wish.
SPIRIT: I’m afraid that’s against the contract.
YUKI (scared) W-what do you mean?
SPIRIT: If I don’t receive a human head in the next 10.5 seconds, a curse shall be casted amongst the people in this room.
MONIKA: Oh no….WHat do we do??!!
(There is a blinding light, then the spirit disappears. )
MONIKA (a short brown haired girl): w-what just happened
YUKI (a fair-haired girl who has a soft smile and big green eyes): I’m more concerned on why you are..me and I am you?!
MONIKA: This is most definitely the result of a curse.
END OF SCENE
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Robbie Michaels was a troublesome boy, roaming the streets like a bird watching its prey. He was also a very unpredictable and complicated person – dejected and glum one second and euphoric in the other. He was a very notorious boy; everyone knew his name because he caused too much ‘barney rubble’ (as the town folk say).
Robbie was rummaging through the crowded streets, ignoring the stares from a gang of gentlemen that hit him like an arrow. The word ‘manners’ wasn’t in his poor vocabulary as he spat back. The gentlemen shrieked and stalked away giving deathly looks. Robbie sprinted away like a rocket but unsurprisingly bumped into a fair-haired girl – Rosalind.
“Open yur mincers, lady!” shouted the aggravated boy.
“Well, my deepest apologies for you bumping into me, I am phlegmatic that it wasn’t my fault!” Rosalind scowled sarcastically.
“Stop ‘elling porkies, you owe me ‘ome sausage and mash!”
“Sausage and mash? What’s that, may I ask?” She asked, nebulous.
“Use yur loaf, girl!”
The golden-haired girl stared at Robbie with unadulterated confusion and as if he has gone mad.
“I don’t understand a word you are saying.”
“Course you don’, yur lost your mind!”
Rosalind was obviously too young to understand his’ language’, she was from England after all.
“I still don’t hear any sanity coming from your words, but I do wish you a farewell.”
And so she left, brushing her sun-kissed locks against his cheeks. He stood there mesmerised but then noticed she dropped a note.Dear Father,
I do hope you are doing alright – please say greetings to mother for me. England is such a fascinating and enthralling place; I love seeing new things! I most certainly will be on time to Mrs and Mr Michaels. I am excited to meet my temporary guardians.
Yours sincerelyLove from your affectionate daughter,
Rosalind McCalls
P.S. Please write back, I am yearning to hear your words once more.
BY QUEENIE
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The Twins
It is seven minutes past midnight. I stand in the middle of the back yard with my twin sister, Eleanor. Eleanor had identical features of me – a black ponytail, empty, soulless eyes, fair skin, a non-existent shadow. She is my clone; no one could tell us apart. My eyes itch. I want to scratch it, but I can’t. I want to feel guilty in the things I do, but I can’t. I want to feel joy, euphoria, but I can’t. I would do ANYTHING for the freedom I deserve.
I peer at her. She peers at me. She is my mirror, my same reflection. The pale goddess’ bright ray of light glances at my shoulder and I shiver. Slowly, I move a finger and soon my body was working. Hers is too. I glide towards the gate and slams it shut. We move to the next-door-neighbor’s house. Why, you may ask? I don’t know. It is fate I suppose. We can’t decide fate you see. Most people can, by doing something marvelous or doing something as malicious as murder.
I knock on Mrs. Bates’ door. No answer. Eleanor knocks on Mrs. Bates’ door. No answer. “It isn’t any use, sister” she murmurs in a controlled, passive voice. I nod and grasp the door handle. She does the same. The door handle gets covered in black plasma and the door opens. A warm light emits. I enter. My twin stands on the spot like a stone statue. I signal her to come. She ignores me and stares at me emptily. I shrug. This wasn’t normal, she was my exact reflection. It was as if…the mirror has been shattered. “I don’t want to do this” she whispers in the soft, breeze. I look at her emotionlessly then walk off. Mrs. Bates was in the kitchen. Perfect. I seize a knife. One…two…three…blood was shed everywhere. I did not move; I was afraid to stir.
The next day, the police arrives at my house. I did not think of them coming, I was the best murderer among us all. Despite my twin being my mirror reflection, light couldn’t keep up with my deafening silence. The police escorts us to the station. He asks me if I know anything. I say five words “It was my other half”.By Queenie
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Gwenivere Sancher’s Speech.
I stepped on to the stage. It was my time to shine!
I took a deep breath. Start out slow. Millions of people watching. My nation watching, hearing my heartbeat.
“It is I, your new US president, Gwenivere Sancher, saying her first speech, this faithful day.” I stumbled across the words, fear clutching me by the throat. I knew that everyone was probably judging me but the moment I finished that line, there was a deafening clap. Fear let me go, and I was free. “Do you care about your future?” I began with a low, cold voice, “Do you care about other’s future?”. There was a wave a perplexed, confused faces. “Our planet is being killed by her own children” I uttered, “America is becoming a horrible place for us”. Silence. “Have you ever gone to work, and not seen soda cans littered messily across the gravel?” I asked rhetorically, “No, you haven’t. And let me tell you something you need to keep in your mind, our future is STOLEN, and we are the thieves”. The crowd rose and soon the claps grew.
“There are bins scattered across roads, parks, supermarkets, and yet some citizens cannot just their garbage into the hole, but lazily litter it.” I said with a strong voice. “We are not joking when we say that we will fine you and put you into jail for 24 hours if you litter under our eye”.
“It will benefit our beautiful generation, I promise you”. My voice was shaky again. “It will benefit your generation”. The claps rose once again, like a wave.
“The future of America needs me, you and us to succeed them, we will continue our nation for as long as we want it to continue. Think of it like this, the nation is YOUR family, so if you don’t protect it, your family will perish like rising flames being put out by cold water. Do you want that to happen?”. That was my final line. I had done it. This time everyone stood up and clapped for a long time, it felt like centuries. I stepped off the stage with a bright smile joining from ear to ear. I had made a difference. -
Gwenivere Sancher’s Speech.
I stepped on to the stage. It was my time to shine!
I took a deep breath. Start out slow. Millions of people watching. My nation watching, hearing my heartbeat.
“It is I, your new US president, Gwenivere Sancher, saying her first speech, this faithful day.” I stumbled across the words, fear clutching me by the throat. I knew that everyone was probably judging me but the moment I finished that line, there was a deafening clap. Fear let me go, and I was free. “Do you care about your future?” I began with a low, cold voice, “Do you care about other’s future?”. There was a wave a perplexed, confused faces. “Our planet is being killed by her own children” I uttered, “America is becoming a horrible place for us”. Silence. “Have you ever gone to work, and not seen soda cans littered messily across the gravel?” I asked rhetorically, “No, you haven’t. And let me tell you something you need to keep in your mind, our future is STOLEN, and we are the thieves”. The crowd rose and soon the claps grew.
“There are bins scattered across roads, parks, supermarkets, and yet some citizens cannot just their garbage into the hole, but lazily litter it.” I said with a strong voice. “We are not joking when we say that we will fine you and put you into jail for 24 hours if you litter under our eye”.
“It will benefit our beautiful generation, I promise you”. My voice was shaky again. “It will benefit your generation”. The claps rose once again, like a wave.
“The future of America needs me, you and us to succeed them, we will continue our nation for as long as we want it to continue. Think of it like this, the nation is YOUR family, so if you don’t protect it, your family will perish like rising flames being put out by cold water. Do you want that to happen?”. That was my final line. I had done it. This time everyone stood up and clapped for a long time, it felt like centuries. I stepped of the stage with a bright smile joining from ear to ear. I had made a difference. -
I woke up sleepily and was greeted with a light of melted gold blinding me. Some of the other cavemen had already woken up and was already soaked in sweat. There was no more time for sauntering, I knew, as had lots of jobs to do today. A ragged man strolled up to me and signaled at the mouth of the cave. I sighed and lethargically moved towards the exit. Hunting was something I was known for. It was my job to hunt for the men in my cave and get something in return. I was good at this mostly because I was ‘as fast as light’. At the corner of my eye, I spotted a pig hiding amongst the bushes.
I followed the auburn pig through the emerald green palace of nature and pounced like a lion onto it. Closing my eyes, I stabbed it. Blood gushed onto me like a rushing river and I heard a deafening squeal. Hurting animals always made me feel a terrible feeling, guilt. Guilt for me, felt like a massive boulder on your chest and you have to do something to shake it off. I clutched the creature bye its ear and threw it onto a stone in my cave. When I peered at the younger children eat it hungrily, and sadness glanced at my heart. When the pale goddess dawned on me, I felt a feeling of uneasiness trickle through my spine. There was something wrong. -
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
The hiss of a slithering snake,
Feel your body begin to shake.
Tail of a cat and wing of a bat,
Eyes of hawks and ear of a rat.
Add them all in, as I do care
To introduce a Lochness glare.
In the caldron lives an odor,
Or you could say, a strange aroma.
For a charm of powerful trouble
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble -
No friend-chip!
There has been protesting and debates going on about whether fast food should be excluded from society. Of course, many younger people would argue that fast food should be respected as it is delicious, convenient and makes a superb dinner on a Monday evening. From this point onwards, however, it is I, Gwenivere Sanchers’ opinion.
I think we should completely wreck all this fast-food nonsense!! I believe this because, firstly, fast-food is SO expensive, I would much rather eat dirt than eat these greasy pieces of bread that you crazy people call burgers. You might be thinking that I am mad, eating dirt over your chips, or whatever there called, but it’s true! Do you not agree that a nice bowl of salad (dirt) is way more bargainous than of pack of stupid, idiotic and infuriating pack of chips?
Another crucial point is that junk food is much less healthy and nutritious than other food. It is scientifically proven that if you, reader, eat just another bucket of KFC chicken legs or another pack of French fries, increase your chance of getting coronavirus by 64%. How tragic! Someone in the right mind now, after reading this, would cancel their Domino’s pizza order and warn others, I suggest you do the same. The government has recently stated that eating healthy will not only benefit you but your family members too!
You see, the fumes fast-food companies use can literally kill whoever breathes it in if they smell this regularly. That horrible greasy odour is terrible and hazardous at the same time. I will not believe my ears if I hear that fast-food stores haven’t shut down yet, because putting these horrible fumes into products that people eat thinking it is an ideal meal but instead, they are getting poisoned is illegal.
My final point is that young people need to learn how to cook themselves. They obviously (or I hope) won’t be eating this junk for the rest of their lives because that would be nothing but a terrible lifestyle! Children need to grow up to be independent, not always crying for their parents’ help. It won’t be much help for our country’s children to be just buying fast-food. If they want to learn how to cook, they will have to step away from this horrible food that shops are serving us.
In conclusion, I would highly recommend not eating food that won’t nourish us, as it would not benefit our lives in any way.
Signing off,
Gwenivere Sanchers(the character narrating this was from disguises for a bad reason, if ou didn’t notice 🙂
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I don’t know what it’s like to be on the other side of that bridge. Because no one has ever been there. There’s a village on the other side of the bridge, indulged in the mountains of emerald-green trees. “Ah reckon’ the other ‘illage wonders what it’s like in our ‘illage” Grandpa says with his strong accent. Our village is called ‘Lost’ and the other sides’ is called ‘found’. The bridge connecting it is called ‘help’. It is carved in gold at the bottom. But under the bridge, is absolute nothingness. You wouldn’t believe me but it’s true. If you drop a block of metal, you wouldn’t even hear a loud crash because it still wouldn’t have dropped to the ground. Because there is no ground.
I watched the news this morning. Found has been infected by a strange virus. “Coronavirus” Grandpa repeated, “Blimey, it says it killed more than nine hundred thousand!”. I sighed. So did my brother, Francesco. There was a deafening silence when we ate our boiling porridge Mary made (Mary was our older sister) whilst the burning furnace glanced on to my arm. Finally, Mary blurted out “The only cure for it is a herb named… Sonchus asper”. My brain was about to burst. I stood up as I began to speak. Grandma silenced me. I was boiling with fury. No one listened to me. Only our village owned the Sonchus asper! I stomped out of our: one-story, dilapidated and wooden shed where we lived. I sat by my work bench (that was one of the few things I owned in the world).
I heard that the first and last person who crossed that bridge was a man named Sir William. He crossed bridge and when he was at the middle, he vanished. “Just disappeared like old childhood memories!” Mary would utter (which I thought was a bit theatrical). Everyone has thought that bridge was cursed ever since.
I didn’t. I was determined to find a Sonchus asper and march on that bridge like a soldier. I was prepared.
At least I thought I was.
The Sonchus aspers appeared rather like dandelions but they were lighter in colour and had a long stem. I carefully plucked a few and put them into a worn picnic basket. Everyone was taking a morning to stroll to the strawberry farm so they wouldn’t notice me gone. I turned to the golden-legged bridge. I was reluctant at first, but then my heart started to beat faster telling me to hurry up. So, I did. I didn’t look down. Because if I did, I would fall. Being a coward always makes you fall.
“One step, two steps…” I muttered to myself. I was almost halfway to the bridge. I piercing voice shot through my ear. “JACOB! JACOB! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANCE!” Mary screamed, face as pale as paper. I ignored her like the rest of the family did to me. I was close to the middle. And I was scared. Being scared leads to bad things. I mindlessly strolled on to the middle. I was a flying bat for a second, then a prowling lion in the other. -
Lesson 3 homework
One side to the other – Story by Queenie
I don’t know what it’s like to be on the other side of that bridge. Because no one has ever been there. There’s a village on the other side of the bridge, indulged in the mountains of emerald-green trees. “Ah reckon’ the other ‘illage wonders what it’s like in our ‘illage” Grandpa says with his strong accent. Our village is called ‘Lost’ and the other sides’ is called ‘found’. The bridge connecting it is called ‘help’. It is carved in gold at the bottom. But under the bridge, is absolute nothingness. You wouldn’t believe me but it’s true. If you drop a block of metal, you wouldn’t even hear a loud crash because it still wouldn’t have dropped to the ground. Because there is no ground.
I watched the news this morning. Found has been infected by a strange virus. “Coronavirus” Grandpa repeated, “Blimey, it says it killed more than nine hundred thousand!”. I sighed. So did my brother, Francesco. There was a deafening silence when we ate our boiling porridge Mary made (Mary was our older sister) whilst the burning furnace glanced on to my arm. Finally, Mary blurted out “The only cure for it is a herb named… Sonchus asper”. My brain was about to burst. I stood up as I began to speak. Grandma silenced me. I was boiling with fury. No one listened to me. Only our village owned the Sonchus asper! I stomped out of our: one-story, dilapidated and wooden shed where we lived. I sat by my work bench (that was one of the few things I owned in the world).
I heard that the first and last person who crossed that bridge was a man named Sir William. He crossed bridge and when he was at the middle, he vanished. “Just disappeared like old childhood memories!” Mary would utter (which I thought was a bit theatrical). Everyone has thought that bridge was cursed ever since.
I didn’t. I was determined to find a Sonchus asper and march on that bridge like a soldier. I was prepared.
At least I thought I was.
The Sonchus aspers appeared rather like dandelions but they were lighter in colour and had a long stem. I carefully plucked a few and put them into a worn picnic basket. Everyone was taking a morning to stroll to the strawberry farm so they wouldn’t notice me gone. I turned to the golden-legged bridge. I was reluctant at first, but then my heart started to beat faster telling me to hurry up. So, I did. I didn’t look down. Because if I did, I would fall. Being a coward always makes you fall.
“One step, two steps…” I muttered to myself. I was almost halfway to the bridge. I piercing voice shot through my ear. “JACOB! JACOB! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANCE!” Mary screamed, face as pale as paper. I ignored her like the rest of the family did to me. I was close to the middle. And I was scared. Being scared leads to bad things. I mindlessly strolled on to the middle. I was a flying bat for a second, then a prowling lion in the other.Note that the last sentence is meant to be confusing and a cliff hanger so do not be put off if you don’t understand 🙂
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