I would want my 50 year old self to be prepared for all the new mind boggling technology and a tip I would give myself would be, take Google’s phone number. Also, I would be prepared for the grandchildren technology bomb to hit me!
I would want my 50 year old self to remember the good times reading Harry Potter. I would remind myself that reading, is always going to be one of the best things humans could possibly do.

I would want my 50 year old self to remember everything I was taught in school. This is because it has brought me so far in my life now that I wouldn’t want any of that to change.
I would want my 50 year old self to value the good times at Pizza Express with family. After all, family and pizza are the best combination in life!

I would want my 50 year old self to remember to love life and enjoy it to the core as we only have one life, so we should live it like our last.
 
Ria

I would like my 50 year old self to know that science has intrigued me from the age of 10 and I’ve always wanted to discover new things about the world.
I believed that it didn’t matter if no one else believed in what I did. I wanted to travel around the world discovering things that haven’t been discovered. Find new medicines which cured the worst of diseases. I wanted to make the world a better place.
 
Harsimran

Don’t hurt others by lying 
Don’t be afraid
Follow your dreams
Concentrate on school
Stay active and have fun 

Callum
 
I want myself to know that childhood is the time of your life because the science, mathematics and English genius I would be would all be because of what I am now and the effort I have dedicated and shown in these very years.

I would want my 50 year old self to know that reading harry potter has been the best time of my childhood whilst reading books.
I want my 50 year old self to know that I have been the luckiest child to have a childhood with a roof upon my head, 3 meals a day and a loving and caring family.

I want my 50 year old self to remember that Nandos is like food heaven and I have always devoured and loved it at this age, and I must remember that I still have to love it!
I want my 50 year old self to know to live the moment and love life. 
Because life is too valuable to let go of…

Ayesha
 
I would tell my 50 year old self you should always believe in yourself don’t let anyone change your personality. Even if you want to don’t because you are yourself.
The second thing that I would tell my future self is never give up keep trying your hardest “NEVER GIVE UP! “If this rule is followed you will achieve great things.
The next thing is to follow your most desirable dream and you will go very far.
Keep your friends close, keep whatever friends you have close by and make sure that you look after you don’t ever try to put yourself in danger because others do.
You have your own mind to listen to and your own brain, always think ahead, if you do something will it be worth it in the long run?

Sanjana

Life of a Teen

Click click click.
They’re always taking the mick
They’ve used me as bait
Seriously, stop the hate!
I’m being shoved round
Twitter, Snapchat and Facetime
Does that even exist?
They’ve driven me insane!
 
I’m not a machine
I’ve got homework to do
I have to resist the loo
To hear the gossip you do!
I mean if I leave
You will think I’m mean
Then you’ll unfollow and block
This doesn’t rock!
 
Insta, Facebook and email
The list never ends
They all stalk me
I’m not  a famous model
Just, can’t you leave me?
I’m fed up, sick and tired
It’s all not required!
 
I’m waking up with dark eye circles!
How am I gonna post?
They’ve done a good job
At turning me into a roast.
Is this really compulsory?
Because I’m lost like Finding Dory!
I just want to live my life
Somewhere outside the screen!
Does it really take this much, to be a normal teen?
 
Ayesha

Social Media Poem

Social media makes us laugh and cry, funny posts and terrible lies, when we start we cannot stop, forever stuck in the flock of,
Truth
And
Lies. 
You never know who’s really there, they could be luring you into a trap or could be rather nice. Never try and go to see them because you don’t know what they’re like, nice or mean they will suffice on social media,
Think
Twice.
Could be something you shouldn’t see, up there waiting for you and me, ready to unlock our delicacy please don’t give them,
The
Key.
Finding out what life is about, helping us find a way out. Messages travelling far and wide, open up, what will
You
Find?

Harsimran
 
Social Media vs People

Social media - wonderful
BEEP… BEEP…
When I get up from my long, nice sleep
Waiting on a reply from my group chat
Checking my posts to boast
On my phone while making toast
On my phone everywhere but not at school obvs.
 
Social media- so horrid
Ruining young people’s wonderful minds
Using all these different signs
These sights and apps Instagam WhatsApp Goggle
They should be here with me playing boggle!
Board games not video games
Making random names
For example [email protected]
For heaven’s sake!
 
Social media = the best!
Posting a picture of my best friend and me
Success is your key
Ready to unlock another door 
Another door that beholds more
Social media- my favourite!
 
Social media is scary
Social media is horrid
I hate social media!!!
 
Social media is my escape from reality
Social media is my future
Some people just don’t know it!!!

Sanjana

Life of a Teen

Hello Instagram!
How are you today?
Occupying our youngsters in so many ways.
Killing them slowly right from the other side of the screen
Why do on earth do you have to be so mean?
Hi Snapchat,
Have fun turning our kids into brats?
Luring kids into school toilets to upload a post,
If it’s a party in there, who is even the host?
Greetings Twitter,
Making Chloe’s heart flitter,
For somebody she does not even know,
I guess you wouldn’t understand though!
Good day Facebook!
Making kids constantly have a look at people’s profiles
For quite a while,
Whilst their mothers are calling them
To put their clothes into piles
Don’t worry they’ll all be online in 30 seconds!
Bonjour Skype!
Did you get a chance to meet Dena’s brother’s sister’s cousin’s wife?
Always making people meet people in real life.
Putting them in danger and making them meet with people they don’t know,
Can’t you just stop putting on a show?
 
Well bye bye guys, for I don’t have time to disguise,
Myself into somebody who pretends to care about you all.
Life on the screen, SHOULD NOT be life of a teen!
 
Ria

Social Media

Watching the latest flicks on YouTube
On how to solve the Rubbix Cube
Sending a message on WhatsApp  
I have no time to rest or nap
Searching for answers on Google
– on how to draw or doddle
Copy and paste on Yahoo
Never forget the times when you are blue
Sending my homework by email
Music, geography and art – I must not fail
Drag the blocks I’m on level one one five
This is the game I must survive.
 
Callum

​By Lucy Tirahan

 
I was standing on the bridge and I wasn’t sure where to go.
All the sudden I heard a voice, it was a whisper like the wind.

"Jump off the bridge into the magical dome.”
 
So I leaned forward, I looked down and I closed my eyes.
 
I was ready.
 
Callum

If I could take a bridge to any place of my choice…

It would lead to the grand, gold gates of Heaven towering above me as the sweet, angelic song of the angels floats in the nice, warm air. They approach us with a calm, soothing light following behind each of them as they pick up a large shimmery key and open the gates of Heaven.

It is filled with kind angels all enjoying their afterlife with scrumptious food and all the luxuries anyone could have ever dreamed of. Angels enjoying a short nap and angels competitively playing bowling. Angels sewing dreamcatchers and angels watching their loved ones.

Then, we make our way to a huge rainbow encrusted with rare jewels such as Pearls, Rubies, Emeralds, and Sapphires. And there was the moment we had all been waiting for; my dad ran up to us, arms wide open, and ready to give us all a great, big hug.

Ria

I was stuck, lying on the sofa – bored. The programme on TV was peppa pig... *sigh*. I decided to go outside to make a bridge (out of knex). My friend was eager to help but... No I was going to do this myself. I told her that this was my idea.
 
Finally, I had finished it. A bridge that can expand. Would I be able to walk on it? I was and every time that I stepped it would expand even more! This was magical. I had made this - myself.
My dream has always been to make a magical planet, with wands, cloaks, witches, wizards and etc. I decided to build a rocket.

Sanjana

If there were a bridge to take me to one place, any place, this is what it would be…

It would be a bridge to take me to the magical times of Harry Potter. Where I would be a student myself of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, I would live as a wizard’s daughter and the trio (Harry, Hermione and Ron) would know and accept me as their good friend. I’d experience the books but this time in reality, and I’d get away with the fact that I belong to this ordinary muggle world where none of this exists. I’d know what would happen.

I have read the books and watched the movies, now it is time to be in it. Off and away!
 
EXPECO PATRONUM!!

Ayesha
 

I wish there was a bridge which connected to the houses of your loved ones and your ancestors so you could find out who they were and what they were like. Then I would want it to end at an area full of doors of my ancestors and current relatives.

Most doors were full of laughter but some full of sorrow. Joyful occasions filled the lengthy right hand side whereas on the left a shorter corridor full of sorrow. On the left there were memories of when my ancestors died and the fear of World War 1 and World War 2.

On the right there were memories of little babies being born (ooh, there’s me) and family members returning victorious after war. Was this true or simply a figment of my imagination?

Harsimran

If I had a magical bridge I would want it to go to candy world. A land where candy never runs out! There is lots of pink candy floss as silky as luscious hair. I would want to invite all my loved ones and build a ginger bread house. It would be on top of clouds.

What I don’t know is what is at the end of the bridge. Could there be a leprechaun carrying a pot of gold? Maybe there could be a rainbow at the end of the bridge? What do you think?

Fatima

She wore me and comforted her foot on my sole. Fear and terror filled her face, from down here I could feel her heart beating rapidly, pleading only for freedom, peace and relief. BOOM!

The aftermath of an exploding bomb left an echoing silence which deafens everyone. Alarm occupied her face, they were near. Very near! She sprinted, leaving behind the dilapidated and destroyed city. I look ahead away from her water raged in front of her whilst she jumped on the orange inflatable boat along with a hundred other people. The boat heaved and continued onward, away from this warzone, away from this living hell.

She was a little girl, a very little girl. Tears exploded like the bomb that had a few seconds ago. She had left her parent, left them behind. She glanced back with rivers of tears. A bomb exploded, just where she lived. Just where her parents dwelled.

Now how would you feel in the boots of a refugee gasping desperately for dear life?

Ayesha

Today wasn’t an ordinary day, today was an extraordinary day.

I could hear children crying, mums and dads struggling, dogs barking and the aggressive ocean waves.

I was frightened.

Callum

What Am I?
 
I watched from above, apprehensive, scared. I was creeping towards them, I didn’t want to but this was it, this was the most horrifying moment of their lives and I would have to make it even scarier.

I had no choice *sigh* they were heading to a place called the United Kingdom a place where my friends and I would cry a river. A tear dropped from my face. I didn’t want to cry but the thought of the silencing bomb, which deafened all those people living them. The aftermath - a village ruined, families destroyed, houses crumbled. “BOOM!”

I was super sad. I had to do it I was feeling very heavy and weak. No one could hear me.

 “Waaaaaaa!!!!”

Sanjana

The Lifesaver

I wrap myself tightly around a refugee guarding his life. He cries, as his family gets left behind - yet he is ready to start a new life in England. I am full with air; unable to breathe. This boy puts his trust in me to save him if he may fall out of the boat or worse- to drown. If he was to fall out, I would help him stay afloat above the water and able to breathe unlike me. Except, I know I can hold my breath for somebody who needs it. I hug him tightly as I am the only company he has left and the only hope of safety he has.

I cannot crack under pressure or fail to save him for I can help him pursue his dream of living in England and having a calm cosy home to live in. He is one of the lucky people travelling to England because I know, my country, will help look after him with all the support and counselling he needs after travelling from such disturbing scenes and watching members of his family drop dead in front of his eyes. My sister, the sea, pushes them across with all her might but I know she too, can save herself from being upset and creating a storm.

My brother, the boat, carries them across despite being very heavy, I know he can do it also.
Well now, I must go, for we are approaching land, I will soon be deflated and packed away ready for another day.

Ria

My Perspective

Bombs fell, surrounding my house, on which I worked on for so long, ruining a house I took a whole 5 minutes to build! People were fleeing left, right and centre. The sky which I used to fly in no longer blue but a dusty brown, the streets no longer full of people, none of my cousins (the sparrows) flying nearby, the place no longer my home. The people, whose garden which I resided in, were leaving carrying some food and clothing so I took a leaf and put all my food inside and followed them.

I heard the young person shout “Look mummy that robin is following us.” But the mother rushed on, I wouldn’t blame her there’s a war going on. AHHHHHHH! ... 

Harsimran

My Perspective

Suddenly, I heard children crying, people shouting in the distance. I didn’t know what was happening. I could see news reporters urging to gather enough information to produce for the news.

Then there was a deathly silence, but it didn’t last long. I felt  like I was being trampled on.
Then my neighbour beside me told me about foreign people coming over… What could that mean?

Fatima

If I were to ever be in the Olympics I would be…

The number one mathematician!

The questions would fly at me and I’d answer them in glee. One by one, I see them come and answer them beforehand. Algebra, pie and cm squared would talk to me in my head, we would communicate in bed. I’d love them so and they’d love me back and forever we would win.

Ayesha

The number one broom rider…

The tension rises upon all that are perched, ready on their broomsticks. Hands gripping tightly on the chipped broomsticks from previous failed attempts at winning; eyes focusing sharply on the finishing line floating in the sky above.

They take a quick glare at one another as they begin to fly; majestically yet skilfully soon appearing to be tiny black dots whizzing around the sky.

Peculiar black spots speed to the finish line which lowered to the ground with the witches – now appearing to be the same witches they were at the beginning.
All except one - the number one broom rider, who stood, feeling elated and felt like a wondrous winner.

Ria

The No.1 Super-villain…

She stepped onto the plain, soft grass and BOOM! Catastrophe struck heaven and hell. As her heart jumped out of her chest she screamed as loud as she could but no one heard her.
“AAAAAHH!!” that’s what she heard anyway; however, everyone else heard a bird chirping in the distance ahead. So she was furious because that is what had happened in her childhood. Could it happen again?

Sanjana

Mystery Olympics! What will happen now that their all alone?

It was a bright morning that seemed to deceive me because the moment I stepped outside: a cold, refreshing wind hit my face.

The trees danced to the soft breeze as the birds trilled one song again and again. I got ready pulling on my team GB suit, ready for some badminton and cricket. Little that I knew that everything would change…
 
I pulled on my coat, which was red, blue and white resembling the British flag. I took a taxi there.

Harsimran

I would be the number one walking footballer of the year because I am committed to have fun and get to meet new people.

Callum

At the end of my comfort zone…
At the end of my comfort zone is making new friends.
At the end of my comfort zone is dogs.
At the end of my comfort zone is flying on aeroplanes.
At the end of my comfort zone is a million tiny creepy crawlies.
At the end of my comfort zone is clowns.
These are all my fears that I never thought I would dream of overcoming, but there is a whole new world waiting to be discovered where I soon may be taking a trip…

Ria

At the end of my comfort zone is homework,
At the end of my comfort zone is travelling to London,
At the end of my comfort zone is chill con carney,
At the end of my comfort zone is being late
At the end of my comfort zone is going on big rides at Thorpe Park,
 
Callum

 At the end of my comfort zone there is a cat waiting to pounce on me
A black, stripy and vicious cat
A tabby cat, an ugly fierce cat
Any cat
 
At the end of my comfort zone there is a bird waiting to confront me
A feathery, colourful and scary bird
A pigeon- there are so many of the same boring pigeon
Any bird any size - any place
 
At the end of my comfort zone there is a faced-cauliflower waiting for me to gobble it up
A disgusting, horrible cauliflower
A covered cauliflower
Any cauliflower - any size
 
At the end of my comfort zone there is a scary jump scare
A very horrifying jump scare
“AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!”  
                                            
Sanjana

At the end of my comfort zone there is …
The super natural,
At the end of my comfort zone there is …
A world in which there is only negativity,
At the end of my comfort zone there is…
No laughter,
At the end of my comfort zone there is …
No inspiration,
At the end of my comfort zone there is …
Hatred.
 
Harsimran

At the end of my comfort zone there is a zoo of animals waiting to be petted
At the end of my comfort zone there are a million airplanes to be flown at once.
At the end of my comfort zone there are hijacks to be handled
At the end of my comfort zone there are trees to be climbed on
At the end of my comfort zone there are speeches to be told for thousands of people
At the end of my comfort zone there are jungles to venture
At the end of my comfort zone there goons to fight off
At the end of my comfort zone there are times where I will be later than the latest
At the end of my comfort zone is another life to be lived.
My comfort zone is an edge to a new reality, a new reality that will soon be my past.

Ayesha

I'm a student in year 12 who is passionate about writing and hopes to become successful in the industry when I'm older. I am lucky to have been provided with many opportunities throughout school to explore this skill and take it further. Writing is often seen as an unstable career but many people have inspired me to stay committed to something I love and to keep my drive, purely because it is with drive and dedication that you can overcome what is deemed impossible.

I wanted to do something which would inspire younger years to take up creative writing, as I truly believe it is an art that can help you develop many skills and force you to think outside the ordinary.

I also believe that younger people have not been provided with a sufficient platform to make themselves heard, this blog is an alternative platform. I now run a creative writing club with Heston West Big Local once a week where I work with students aged 11-14 on creative writing pieces. They are all incredibly talented and each individual manages to write from a unique perspective. Each week we will upload their work, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy working with them.


Lucy