Young Writers Society

“Achoo!” came a sound. “Achoo!” it came again! “Why is it sooo dusty?”

groaned Annie. “This box really shouldn’t have been kept there for so

long. I just can't ....stop…..sneezing- achoo! Uh!” “ I honestly don’t know

who kept it in the attic! It must’ve been Dick who’d kept it.” said Mummy

from inside the house. “Now do come in for tea.”

Anni and Dick Winter were brother and sister. Anni was 13 and Dick

a year older than her. They were fast cyclists and loved going on long

rides along the countryside. Their father was an architect, and would

often have a very messy workroom. Annie couldn’t understand much of

the plans her father made, and would often end up thinking she should

never even try to be an architect. “So much drawing, planning and

thinking! Honestly I think I might just go mad if I did any more!” And

everyone would just laugh at her thought. “Oh Annie! You don’t need to

do it if you don’t want to.” said Dick, “Do something you like.” “Yes.” said

Mummy, cutting big slabs of fruit cake for everyone. “Think of something

you like doing. But for goodness’s sake, don’t go about thinking you’d

want to be a traveller. You spend so much money when you go on a

trip!”

And she was right. Both siblings loved to travel, and what was

exciting Annie the most, was the school trip she was going. “Oh Mummy!

I would never think of such a thing! Anyways, I want to become a

professor of some sort.” “Some sort too for a professor!” said Dick, and

got a punch from Annie. “By the way, there was an announcement at

school today about the school trip.” said Annie. “And where will you be

going?” asked Daddy. “We’re going to Cardiff!” said Dick, grinning. “And

we’re going by bus. We’ll be leaving early in the morning and we’ll stay

two days there and be back the next morning. We’ll be going to loads of

exciting places, have loads of fun and goodness knows what else!”

“What’s the date of your departure?” asked Mummy. “I think it’s next

week on Thursday that we’ll leave. We’ll be staying at a hotel. They’ve

given us a form with all the information. You’ve got to fill it.” said Dick.

“Oh please let us go Daddy! You know we can look after ourselves for two days. You won’t need to worry about us. Won’t it be lovely being on

our own Dick?” went on Annie. Dick nodded and said “Brilliant!” but it

sounded more like ‘verian’ because he had stuffed his mouth with cake.

“Oh Dick! Don’t stuff your mouth like that! You just can’t keep your

control on cake, can you?” Dick grinned at her and said, “Well at least

I’ve eaten something. You haven’t even touched your cake! Eat up!”

“Enough you two. You can bring me your forms after tea.” said Daddy.

“Oh thank you Daddy! I’ll have to take my Sapphire jacket, it’ll be cold,

and -” “That’s enough Annie, you’ve barely touched anything. Eat up

now, there’s a lot to follow the fruit cake.” said Mummy.

And there was! After fruit cake, they had buttered scones with

jam, buttered crumpets, a jam sponge sandwich and a nice iced fruit

juice with small bits of fruit in it to end with. “That was a smashing tea

Mummy!” said Dick, leaning back on the chair and highly satisfied with

his tea. “Yes Mummy, you really do cook magic!” said Annie. “Well, it’s

just good to know that you appreciate it, thank you very much.” “Go

along now and get your forms if you want to get them signed now.” said

Daddy. Annie and Dick went off giggling. “We’re going to have so much

fun, Annie.” “Of course we are. Ooh! We might even hit an adventure!”

said Annie as they headed to their bedrooms. “Dream on, dreamer!”

shouted Dick from his bedroom. A pillow came flying and hit him on his

head. “Ouch! What was that for?” Dick looked up and saw Annie at the

door, laughing. “Sorry! But I just hope you’ll learn to comment better next

time!” and she went off downstairs. Dick got his form and raced down

after Annie.

Daddy as still reading Annie’s form so Dick left his on the table, and

went off to read a book in the living room. Annie was with Mummy in the

kitchen. The house cat was having the time of his life, sleeping on his

pillow.

What a cosy evening!