The Jewelry Box
by Sarah Blewett – Grade 5
The Jewelry box is a wonderful story about a girl called Shelley. One day Shelley finds a magical Jewelry box and a puff of blue mist comes out when she opens it. What will happen? Is that bad? Read the story and find out what will happen to Shelley.
One foggy morning, Shelley got up and got ready for school. She looks in the mirror, “Same as always”, Shelley says sadly. “Bright red hair, freckles and a long nose.” Shelley hears her mom in the kitchen and goes downstairs. She says to her mom, “I want a new cellphone! Everyone’s got a new one.” Shelley’s mom says “I just got you a new cellphone”. “But their’s are better than mine!” Shelley replies. “Oh all right, I’ll get you a new one.”
Shelley went to school and was playing with her friend Sarah. After school she invited her friend over to play. Her friend came to her house and they were playing ball. Suddenly Shelly kicked the ball over the wall. “Oh no,” Sarah shouted, “you kicked it into Mr. McFeen’s yard. You know how much he hates kids. Whatever shall we do?”
Just then Shelley’s mom called them and said she had made cookies. So Shelley and Sarah went inside. “These cookies don’t have chocolate chips in!” Shelley shouted crossly. “Sorry Shelley, there was none left” said Shelley’s mom. “I WANT CHOCOLATE CHIPS!” demanded Shelley angrily.
Later that day when Sarah had gone, Shelley crept quietly into Mr. McFeen’s yard to get the ball back. She climbed through many overgrown, thorny bushes and got cuts and bruises everywhere. Finally she found the ball and next to the ball was a strange looking box. It had weeds and plants growing all over it. It looked like it had been there for decades, maybe centuries. She took a closer look. Now she noticed it had some strange writing on it written in gold. She said to herself, “It will make a good jewelry box.” So Shelley took the box and the ball with here and went home.
When she got home she ran to her room carrying the jewelry box. When she was in her room she opened it. A strange blue mist came our. Suddenly the mist made a funny shape with eyes, a nose and a mouth. Shelley stepped back as she watched the mist.
Then a strange thing happened. The mist began to talk. It said, “Thank you for freeing me, it is very squashy inside that box.” Shelley said, “What are you?” he said, “You don’t know what I am and I know everything about you?” Shelley asked “What do you know about me?” He answered, “I know you’re a greedy girl who never appreciates anything.” “I am not!” Shelley said crossly. “But never mind that, what are you?” He said, “I am a genie.”
Shelley had heard of genies, but never seen one. The genie said to Shelley. “Because you freed me I will grant you three wishes.” “Three wishes!” Shelley shouted while she jumped up and down with excitement. “So”, the genie said, “what do you want to wise for?” Without thinking she said “MONEY! Lots of money.” So Shelley got lots of money.
Shelley bought lots of things with her money, like another cellphone, ipod, and lots of other things. But she was not happy. So she decided to wish for more money. Shelley went to the shops and bought more things. When Shelley finished her money she was still not happy.
One day Shelley was reading a newspaper and in it was a picture of a very poor family who needed money. Shelley thought to herself and said, “I still have one more wish.” Shelley ran upstairs to her room, opened the box with the genie in, and wished that the poor family in the newspaper would get what she had. She wished for that because when she wished for something it just made her unhappy and greedier. Shelley also gave all her things to the poor family and that made Shelley feel even better.
So it all ended with a very happy family and a very happy Shelley.
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Sarah Blewett is in Grade 5 in
In my magic box I can hear the laughter of my friends, see their tears of happiness running down their cheeks. In my magic box there is the light and warmth from the sun, a twinkle of a star up in the sky, waves crashing on the shore, fluffy white clouds in the sky. I bring into my magic box times of happiness and joy. Into my magic box I bring the smell of flowers all around, and I can hear the chirping of birds far and near and I can feel the soft cotton clouds as I sit on them in the sky. The lid of my magic box is made from marble, the base of my magic box is made from glass, and the key to open my box is my voice. In my magic box I ride on horses from cloud to cloud. I swim in a lake as clear as glass and I run on water and down waterfalls. When I am finished I jump into bed thinking about what tomorrow will bring.
Here is Sarah's writing for her Commentator Project at school....
Surfing Competition
By Sarah Blewett (Grade 6)
“Today is a lovely day for this surfing competition. I am your commentator, Sarah Blewett. And first up we have Jonty Jones, all the way from
He gets on his surfboard….his first wave comes….is he going to make it?
He does. What beautiful surfing!
Another wave comes, it’s huge. What’s going to happen? He falls! Oh no his surfboard goes out! That was a good try on his second wave, but maybe he will do even better on his third wave.
He’s trying to get back on his surfboard, but look he can’t. Another wave is coming. What will Jonty do? Look it’s washed away his surfboard. Jonty goes to look for it – he can’t find it! He sees it floating underneath the white foam.
He goes back to get ready for his last wave. The wave is coming up. Will he make it? What will happen? This is the biggest wave Jonty has ever had…..He makes it! What a lovely…..”
“SARAH! Tell your little brother Jonty to STOP being so noisy and splashing water out of the bath!”
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