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students were then lucky enough to have a go at creating their own characters and illustrating them using Hannah’s top tips.


WORKING WITH PRIMARY We have recently had a wonderful opportunity to work with Bratton Primary School during their Literacy Week. Mr Bolton (Head teacher of Bratton Primary School) invited us along to share and participate in a workshop with author and illustrator, Hannah Shaw. Ten of our Year 7 students visited the school and listened to Hannah explain all about her career, how she achieved publication and what it takes to be an author and illustrator. The


Later in the day, Mr Bolton held an assembly and gave some of our students the opportunity to read their work to the Bratton Primary students. At Matravers, we recently held our Annual English Department Writing Competition and decided that the three best Year 7 entries would go along to read their work. CJ Button, Amber Gates and Holly Rossiter-Hives each read their competition piece to Bratton Primary School and it was clear that the students were enthralled by the excellent writing being read aloud.


We would like to say a huge thank you to Bratton Primary School


ENGLISH DEPARTMENT ESSAY WRITING COMPETITION 2018 The English Department was delighted to receive the biggest ever entry to its annual essay writing competition this year. The standard of entry was very high. The junior section was asked to respond to the title ‘Into Battle’ in any way they wished. The senior section was asked to write about their pet hates in a piece entitled ‘Don’t get me started on …..’


C.J. Button in Year 7 won the Junior Section and her entry is published below. Alice Wain in Year 10 won the senior section. Both winners will receive an engraved fountain pen to mark their success and hopefully they will use it to write more wonderful creative stories and articles in the future!


Mr McMahon - Head of English


Into Battle Twilight seeped through the torn curtains that hung from a broken beam and brought the smallest amount of light to the small, dusty inner rooms. The crooked sails twisted and turned in the dusty breeze, in a feeble attempt to still act like a windmill. The rest of the building was broken, shattered, crushed beyond repair. It was the only true building on miles of parched hills, stripped of their natural beauty. All life, anything that flourished, was gone. The windmill just sat alone on the hill. Alone, that is, apart from the silent group of warriors hiding just behind.


A young man was crouched on the rubble where the western side of the windmill had fallen long, long ago. Vines snagged on his boots as he walked forward to the crest of the hill, leaving the windmill, and his command, far behind. He looked down, and saw a


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for inviting us along and an even bigger well done to our Year 7 students who came with us on the day. You made us very proud of your excellent behaviour, effort and attitude as you represented the school with pride.


Miss Smith


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