With his head in his hands whilst he peered through the gap in his fingertips, Ryan needed to get out and quickly. The school was destroyed. The lockers were everywhere. The only remaining teacher was calling the police, she was terrified. He sprinted outside, picked up his red and blue bike and pedalled for his life. The police were chasing him; he could hear their sirens directly behind him. They were gaining on him. Rapidly, he arrived at his house and threw his bike on the floor in desperation. He dashed into his neglected house and realised the police had followed. Was he going to escape? The back door was locked; he focused on the keys in shock. They shot onto his hand like an asteroid zooming down to earth.
The pain and the suffering began many months ago. Ryan dragged his feet as he trudged lonely like an island to school. Eventually, Ryan reached the school; only to find Buster and his vindictive gang waiting for him in class. He slumped himself onto the chair, as he knew it was going to be another long long day at school. Buster, who was heartless and iniquitous, stood menacingly next to Ryan with his fists clenched tightly. Ryan asked wearily “are you not getting tired of this yet?” Buster replied “of course I’m not it’s the funniest thing ever”.
The next day at school. With his fists clenched tightly in distemper Ryan began the extensive walk home once again to his neglected house. He squeezed his body tightly as he cried himself to sleep. The next day he woke up and felt no better. He got dressed and began the long tiring walk once again. Eventually, Ryan reached the school only to find Buster and his vindictive gang waiting for him once again. He was so sick and tired of the same thing day after day. Today was the day that Ryan was going to a museum. He was scared; it was his first ever school trip. He began his school as he normally would by slumping onto his chair. He sat lonely like an island on the back row in his maroon chair. It was time to go. Apprehensively, Ryan walked slowly at the back of the line. Anxiously, Ryan entered the train only to see his nemesis (Buster). What was going to happen? The train’s pistons roared like a Lion. Ryan was having an arduous day, thinking it was futile. Out of the blue, Ryan heard a high pitch ear piercing noise. His head jolted backwards and forwards in disaster. The train was hanging by a thread on the edge of the rails.
The train was tipping ever closer to edge as every second ticked by. Out of the blue Ryan felt his muscles bulging. Buster clung to the luggage compartment, fear gripping his every bone. Was this the end? The parsimonious bully dangled for his life. Ryan just stood and watched in astonishment. He scampered for his life to the front of the narrow train. Ryan gripped the handle as firmly as he could in despair. He very vigilantly opened the door. As his fingertips grasped the edge of the door he gradually stepped outside. He was terrified; he didn’t even like heights. With all his might he attempted to push the train back onto the rails. Ryan was vexed at the bully. He contemplated at whether he should help the bully or not. A surge of extraordinary power tingled through his shaking body. Ryan climbed beneath the dismantled train. He was under so much pressure. Destruction and devastation surrounded his every turn. He began to manoeuvre the train with all his might and power. The train was ever so slightly moving by every waking second. Inch by inch he pushed it to safety.
The police, the ambulance and the fire men rushed to the scene. He saw the bully in the corner of his eye, Buster smiled. The next day at school Ryan walked into class in shock. Buster stood and clapped slowly other people eventually joined in. Ryan walked slowly to his chair; there was a note. The note said thank you. At this moment in time the class was chanting “Ryan Ryan Ryan!
By Jak
Sycamore Class- A year 6 Class Blog 