Martha Payne ….The NeverSeconds Blogger By Sara

Martha Payne ….The worldwide Sensation

Recently, I have viewed Martha Payne’s blog.The nine-year-old became an Internet sensation after the Council banned her from posting photos of her school meals online.

The schoolgirl, who had originally hoped to collect £7,000, succeeded in raising £100,000 for Mary’s Meals. Martha said: “This is totally awesome and will help so many hungry children.”

She began publishing photographs of her Primary School lunches on the 30th April. She gives each meal a ‘food-o-meter’ and health rating, and counts the number of mouthfuls it takes her to eat it. Last week, the schoolgirl was told to stop posting the pictures online as the Council said press coverage of the blog had led catering staff to fear for their jobs. Martha then decided to stop blogging and made an end to it.

However, after a worldwide response to the story – including support from celebrity chefs Nick Nairn and Jamie Oliver – the ban was lifted. Imagine having that many people supporting you so that a ban was actually lifted? Earlier this week Mary’s Meals announced that a school kitchen would be built in Malawi and named in honour of Martha. All the people have been showing great appreciation for Martha as she has changed there lives.

By Sara

Blodin

 

Blodin the Beast 

An immortal and merciless creature
appeared from below the Earths depths .

His eyes were as hypnotising and deadly,
As the devil himself.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Ruling over the land,
The beast scorched innocent people to ashes.
People were cowering with fear,
His hide is mighty,
Like a soldiers armour.
His claws are like razors,
Piercing out of his skin.
He is a guzzling oil machine,
Who terrorises the land and makes people sweat with horror.
Blodin is a never ending nightmare,
Who towers over us.
By Sara

The Lonely Playground By Sara

As I stared through the stained window,                                                              I could see the damp grey sky like a neglected alleyway.

The tree’s were still,                                                                                                             like they were waiting for the breeze so they can dance,                                  Patches of rain were eternal markings,                                                               like a melancholic emotion.

The shed was full of rubbish,                                                                               like an abandoned wasteland.                                                                                       Flats were standing tall and proud                                                                             like soldiers in battle.

This is the end of The Playground.                                                                            By Sara