Bang! All I can see is people holding me in their hands as their arms move backwards and forwards, racing around the track. My friends and I come in different colours. My cylinder body helps people hold me with their strength, gripping me like I'm their favourite toy. Trying not to drop me, as if I was like a fragile falling glass. I feel dizzy, I'm going to spew. Boom! In a different hand.
Whoosh! As I fly through the sky I feel dizzy. I get thrown around and around then I hit the soggy wet grass with a thud. I am black, round like a plate and flat like a frisbee but I fly as fast as a plane.
Bang! Cool I can see a human being holding me. I reckon I'm going to spew because of going up and down. Smack! I go right into the other person and I'm off again. I try to yell to my friends but they can't hear me. Work! Hey you need to put your hand on the bottom of me when you pass. I'm getting bored this person is so slow.. Slip. “AHHHHHHHHHH!!” I'm falling down then the race is over. The guy that keeps on getting called Mr D says I’m a precious possession but the children don’t listen.
By Liam S
Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! Through the windy air. Thump. I rolled two long meters. “Go and get them!” the teacher said. No! Not again I think. I feel dizzy and sick. Oh it is lucky they are going to high jump and the little kids are coming here. Phew. They don't throw far but one kid was really good. I am really sore. Ouch. It started to rain so they went back in the classroom but lucky for me. I love relaxing, getting left in the shed.
Zoom! I fling through the air and skid through the mud Repeatedly. They chuck me again and again. I’m like a flying saucer at an amazing speed until bang! On the hard grass and I get muddier and muddier every throw. Round and round I go. I am light black. I am also flat like a book. You would hate to be me at this time of year!
I'm looking down at the squishy, rectangular, pointy, cornered edges of this dark blue mat. I feel happy when kids rapidly hurdle over me. I feel sad when tiny little kids hit me and knock me over with their little mousey feet. I have a long cylinder body shape that’s barely balanced on two rusty old rough poles with a leaver that I’m placed on. I see hard black plates soaring through the light blue sky and then they drop on the soft pointy grass. Big heavy balls drop and make huge craters in the ground. I’m locked in an ice cold silver shed that glimmered in the burning hot rays of sun most of the year.