Unpolished Jem Part 1 Homework- Narrative

The Bald Sparrow

Crack! Crack! Went the eggs in the tall oak tree, there were three little eggs waiting to be hatched. Large jagged cracks started to appear through the outer shell of the eggs as they wobbled, the little nestlings trying to break free. The two baby black feathered sparrows hatched from their turquoise blue eggs and the mother called one Arnold and the other Harold. The mother waited in paiently for her third baby to erupt from its shell, but it did not. The third egg was not even moving and it did not look like the rest either thought the mother bird. It was a golden brown colour which was very different to the other eggs. The mother bird fed her hungey chicks,  Harold and Arnold and then continued to sit on the last egg for as long as it took to hatch. It took another week before the mother bird finally heard tapping sounds and she looked down to see a tiny crack forming on the egg. The egg slit in two to reveal a baby bird with brown tuft and a large ugly bald head inside her nest.

“What the hell is this ugly thing?” The mother bird thought as she stared speechlessly at it. She couldn’t  think of what to call ‘it’ so she called it Noname.

As Noname grew older mother bird noticed more and more strange things about him, like he didn’t have black feathers or a short blunt beak like Arnold and Harold had. Noname looked completely different to his brothers, he had brown feathers and a very sharp beak.

One day Harold and Arnold were teasing Noname for being bald and different. No matter how much Noname tried he couldn’t get them to stop calling him names.

“Weirdo, loser, I hope you fall out of the tree Noname” called Arnold and Harold.

“I am just the same as you, just leave me alone!” yelled Noname despairingly. It was no use as the more he tried to be like them, the more different he seemed from them. Noname’s bald head soon turned to pearl white feathers and his wings became twice as long as his brothers. It was always so humiliating to be different; he just wanted to be like his brothers with black feathers.

But one day Noname realised that he didn’t need to fit in with his brothers  and maybe being  different was better. On that day Noname decided to leave the nest,  his brothers and his mother bird to go off and have his own adventures. He decided he would pick his own name which would be Eagle.

English Homework- Bonfire

An early childhood memory was one of lighting a bonfire with my cousin Anne, on a pitch black night during the summer holidays. I remember my dad lighting a match and it rolling through the air and landing on the kindling with a burst of flaming embers. The sparks of fire grew hotter which engulfed the large logs spreading light around Anne and I. The trails of baby embers flying towards the night sky drew our eyes to the billions of twinkling lights above.  I marveled at how clearly the stars shone as we sat by the bonfire, but to Anne they were so familiar. As the flames dimed the quietness of the night was more noticeable over the crackling coals. As Anne lived a long way from town you couldn’t hear the city noises that I was used too, instead there were the sounds of the birds and the dogs barking. We laughed together as we loaded marshmallows upon our roast sticks and waved them over the shimmering coals. We shared stories of our previous term at school and enjoyed the friendship we have. It is always fun visiting Anne at her property as it gives me an insight into life living on the land which is very different to my life on the Gold Coast.