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The lounge was too hot and we were both thirsty, but in the back of my mind I was more worried about where my parents were. We sat silently, exchanging only the occasional worried stare, and puffing the fronts of our shirts in and out, in an attempt to retard our imminent dehydration.
We were facing the entrance to the terminal gazing intently at every face in case it might just have been our parents, but not as we remembered. Then John reminded me that since the plane had arrived three quarters of an hour early our parents ought to be just arriving.
I nearly fainted with hope and on impulse rose
and walked towards the door. Half way there, my folks walked in, looking healthy and God-like and everything my memories made them.
They were walking towards me, looking all around but they did not see me. Eventually they stopped and looked past me. They hadn't recognised me and I was feeling weak in the legs and wanted to go to the toilet. I looked up and said "Hi, Mum." She just looked past me. My eyes started to water. I tapped her on the waist and almost shouted "Mum." She looked down, said "Thomas," then stooped and put her arms around me.
T. Gemmill
DISSECTION
Mr. Bovill handed out the bulls' eye and I shared with Benson. The eye stared up at me in a sphere of
Illustrated by I. Smith 3B
red and black and I knew I could not even touch this thing. I helped Benson cut away the surrounding fat with a pin-like instrument and a scalpel. This took quite a time as the scalpel and the scissors were blunt.
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Then we looked for the optic nerve, we found it, a clean severed pink trunk. We were then to take out the lens and the vitreous humour. After we managed to penetrate the sclerotic coat and cut a slit in it. We push out our object, and we saw a slight transparent bulge sitting on a blob of jelly. There was also a black ring that could be scraped away. As I timidly poked the inside of the empty shell that once was an eye I could see green streaks on a valvety background.
K. Isdale, 2A
A THIN MAN
lan was a human beanstalk. He could be found lurking behind lamp posts, saplings and drainpipes. His cheek bones protruded so much you could almost see the white of them under his pale skin. Underneath the bone he looked as if he was sucking his cheeks in. Behind two cavities were his eyes, his protruding forehead shadowed them. He had a long, bony nose and tight lipped mouth. His long slender arms looked as if they couldn't hold one brick. His legs were lucky that they didn't have to hold much, for they hardly existed. He never went out on a windy day for fear of being blown over and breaking one of his weak, unprotected limbs.
Gordon Cameron 2A
A JOURNEY THROUGH THE SNOW
The train rushed over the bridge, and through the flying snow, a lonely farmhouse could be seen.
Over another bridge sped the train, and under it flowed a sullen grey river.
On our right stood a bare, black wood, deserted, except for a few crows and the snow.
In front of us was a village, over which hung the grey smoke of coal fires.
We hurtled under a road-bridge over which cars and lorries droned their way through the snow.
A few shrouded figures were seen as we passed through a station.
A swollen river gushed under the train as we crossed another bridge.
We turned left at the fork of the track, and passed by some houses, half hidden by the blinding snow.
J. Burns
COLD DAY
The cold clutched at my face. My breath froze and hung for a moment, and then dispersed into the air. The frozen grass crackled under my feet as I walked across the park.
The rusty chains on the swings shone with ice. The glittering trees stood lifeless.
I slid across the iced road, and carefully picked my way up the path into the house.
J. Burns
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