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“But what colour should it be?” I exclaimed.

“Black would be the obvious colour as we would be consumed in the night,” Agent Bobby declared.

It was a dark numbing night in the streets of Shanghai, 3rd of March, 2015.

“When and where would it take place Agent Bobby?”

“How the heck am I supposed to know?” trying to contain the fire burning inside him.  

“Agent Bobby, answer my damn question!”

“Do you want to be the victim of the murder, or not?”

“No I don’t! Just please try and answer my question sir,” his tone extremely high and tense.

In Guyana I am solving the murder with my partner Detective Terry Mitchell.

“Who do you think the suspect is Terry?”

“I don’t know but by the looks of this jacket, it looks like the suspect is French,” explained Terry.

“How can you tell?” I ask.

“Look at the colours on the jacket,” said Terry.

“But what colour should it be, if it is from France?”

“Well there is a killer group from France that wear these gold hooded jackets,” announced Terry.

Terry then teleports us to France where we find the killer.

I receive my first medal with Terry.

I see the glare of the sun seeping through my window. I can feel the sun burn against my skin.

I sneakily open my door and hear the voices of my family talking about the painters who are coming in today to do our walls.

I go downstairs, then my mum comes up and asks me to pick a colour. She wants me to choose for my room.

I answer back dazed from my sleep, “ but what colour should it be?”

Mum replies and I’m wondering if it’s right.

”That’s your choice,” states mum.

“OK blue!” I shout in excitement.

“Hi Emma can I come over in 5 minutes because I need to ask you a very important question?” Sophie demanded.

”Um ok,” I mumbled.

I looked around my room slowly as I could, to imagine my room isn’t that bad.

“Why today Sophie?” I said in my head.

I need to shove everything under my bed, so I get down on my hands and knees to start pushing.

Sophie burst in the door.

“So I wanted to ask you – I am getting acrylic nails and I don’t know what colour!”

“Really Sophie?”

“But what colour should it be Emma?”

In Beijing they prepared a feast for the great emperor, but suddenly one of the workers named Jackie Chan wondered, “who got the dragon?”

“I did, but what colour should it be?” answered Tommie.

“I think red would suit the dragon,” exclaimed Jackie Chan.

“No it won’t!” shouted Tommie.

“Then what colour would suit the dragon Tommie?” asked Jackie Chan with a curious look on his face, hoping Tommie would give up and admit red suits the dragon.

“Orange would look marvellous on the dragon,” answered Tommie with a guilty look on his face.

“We must hurry then,” answered Jackie…

I walk into work – a bright smile plastered on my pale face.

“Morning Tom, Morning Grace,” I say confidently, as I stride towards the coffee station with pride. But suddenly my evil, incredibly large boss blocks my path and… gives me a cup of coffee?

“Hi Sophie, how are you today? I need to ask you an important question,” he says slowly and clearly.

“H-hi b-boss, h-how are y-you?”

I stagger as I fear he might fire me.

“I’ve been working on this new product lately,” he announces and ignores my fear of him.

“…But what colour should it be…?”

My eyelids finally start opening, as I am walking down my wooden stairs.

I reach the kitchen and I begin cooking up some of my famous pink pancakes.

Shoving the last piece of my beautifully cooked pancake down my throat, I stand up and start to get ready for my first day of school.

I have butterflies in my stomach.

I get on the bus, standing there awkwardly and nervous at the front until I get enough courage to find a seat at the back.

I can feel the blood pumping rapidly around my body like a fast flowing river.

This week the challenge was to include the following words into a piece of writing.

RIVER        COOKED        PINK        NERVOUS         STAIRS

Here is Yeshaya’s effort.

After a great day at the RIVER I thank dad for putting in his time and effort to make my day,

“ WOW thanks dad for letting me catch a big fish with your special rod”.

“That’s alright son now we can go home and EAT!”.

When we arrived home we chucked the fish in the oven and waited!!.

All NERVOUS dad opened the oven and hoped for the fish to be COOKED.

He sliced into the fish and was praying for it to be tender and PINK.

“YASS” he yelled the fish was perfect.

We headed up STAIRS to eat!