At Spectrum Tuition, we are incredibly proud of our students’ achievements – particularly when we see some of our previously disengaged students use our easy to follow techniques to produce winning essays. 

The purpose of writing is to gain a captive audience, so we are giving some of our chosen students the opportunity to publish their work on our website.

With thousands of unique visitors to our site each month, this is a fantastic way for our students to get the recognition they deserve and to hopefully serve as a platform to encourage budding young authors reach their potential!

Our first essay was written by Ana, a Year 5 student attending our centre. She wrote the following essay within 20 minutes.

We think she’s extremely talented. What do you think?

Transported

Richard stumbled through the dark creepy forest and fell. He tumbled and landed with a splash in a muddy river. As he surfaced, something square-shaped and dark floated towards him. He picked it up. It looked like some sort of book. He flicked on his flashlight. No, it was a diary. It was emerald green and emblazoned in gold was the name Edmund Smith. “Who is Edmund Smith?” Richard questioned. He turned the first page and with an excruciatingly deafening slurping noise, he got sucked into it.

“Nutzen ihn!”(Seize him) someone bellowed. Richard turned slowly. “Run Edmund!” screamed a deep-voiced man in the distance. It appeared he was in World War One, fighting as Edmund Smith. Just his luck, he had landed in the middle of an air raid! 

Suddenly, his only protection- his rifle-was snatched from him. He was engulfed by people speaking a foreign language. NAZIS! Panic swept through him like a river current. His wrists were suddenly bounded into strong, painful iron cuffs. Richard felt something hard smash into his head from behind. Everything turned red, then black. 

Richard awoke in a dark, dripping, rusty cell, with some stale bread crusts and an empty water pail. His head was painful and sore. He felt sick, as if he had not slept at all. When he stood up, his head spun like a spinning top. He banged on the bars, hoping to break free – but it was no use. As he turned, he spied something. It was the diary! He groped for it, turning the first page… 

“Richard, hurry up, you’ll be late for school,” shouted his mother. “Phew”, Richard thought, “it was all a horrid dream”. He reached for his school bag. Out of the corner of his eye, sitting on top of his bag was an emerald green book with letters emblazoned in gold. Slowly, without thinking, he flicked open the first page…

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