Hull in print

Eyes are for granted, by Jake Kemp, year 8 Colours I can think of but not to that I see. The white to me is like the wind blowing in my face. Purple is the sweet ripple of water. Green is the roughness of the bark on a tree. Brown is for my dog its fur soft and warm. Orange is for love; the love within me but that is what no one can see. Funny isn't it because I'm blind.
What is Love? by Matthew Satchell, age 14 What on earth is love? Why do we love each other so? It cannot be helped Some say love is beauty Some say love is in the mind Others say love is from space But most say love is as grand as life So could it be love is life? What can this feeling be? It is indescribable What is this feeling? It is love I have felt it before I have a feeling I will feel it evermore But nothing hurts like love that will fail It hurts like death in the form of hail So in the end love is a mystery But can it be solved by me?
Life – by Scott Holiday, year 9 Little boys become men In the years ahead, Forgetting about Everything they have learnt.
Being a teenager, by Lisa Fountain, year 9 Lisa is me name I luv shopping S leepovers r da best And I luv listening 2 r&b music!!!!!


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