It has been a long time

Since we first came here,

but now the end is very near.

We have many memories all of which are dear

Some from every year.

We learned to read and write

starting with Mrs. White.

We learned to multiply

watching the hours go by.

We wrote some rhymes

a couple of times.

We did some plays

on winter days

The days were long,

we waited for that ding- dong.

But now we're moving on

We will miss this place

But our mark shall leave a trace.

By Aisling & Katie.

Monday 1st of September 1989

Dear Diary,

Hi, I'm June. This is my first day at this school. I moved from New Jersey about a week ago and now I've started school in California. This is my first assembly in this school and I can't wait to see the Principal and all the other students and teachers. My teacher Mrs. Wilberson is really nice. She said that if I carry on sketching like i do, she'll have to insist that she enters me in the local art competition when she saw my doodling a picture of my cat, Crow. I'll fill you in on the assembly later,

Love June.

Later at the assembly, within about 15 minutes into the principals speech, smoke filled the hall. The fire alarm rang and the pupils panicked. Chairs were knocked over and Children's screams rang across the building.

Hi it's me again. The whole school's outside but me, because I ran back for my diary and got trapped. The room is so filled with smoke that I can't see the door. I...

June died a tragic death. The firemen found her dead on the floor, clutching her diary. The diary wasn't burned and was put in the new school that was built in the town.

Monday 1st September 2056

Dear diary,

Hi I'm April. This is my first day at this school. I moved from New York about a week ago and now I've started school in California. Ms. Wilberson , the daughter of a former teacher, is my new teacher and she's really nice. She told me that if I keep playing the clarinet like I do, she will have to insist that I take part in the local music festival. On my way to my first assembly, I noticed a diary on display. I asked Ms. Wilberson about the diary but she stayed quiet. After the assembly, Ms. Wilberson told us about our first project. She wanted us to find out as much information as we could on an old building in our locality. I was walking home looking for something to do my project on when I spotted the old school. I took the camera that I had borrowed from the school to do my project and pulled the chains off the gate to the old school. I walked through the yard to get a proper look at it, I noticed it looked like it had been in a fire.

Love April.

She turned the scorched doorknob and entered the school. Part of the roof had fallen in. She made her way through the rubble and noticed some trophies on display in a shattered glass case. They dated from 1980-1989.

Dear Diary,

WOW, this place is ancient! It's falling apart, literally. There is hardly any space to walk. All the trophies are dated from 1980 to 1989. This is going to be a great project!

She entered a room full of pictures, then the door slammed and some wind blew the pictures around, even though the windows were closed. The a voice called: "Hello, who's there? have you got my diary?" April froze in fear.

By Hannah and Jodie.