Jacqueline Wilson

Candyfloss Candyfloss is an endearing story of a torn family written by Jacqueline Wilson. This wonderful book falls in the children’s fiction category. This story takes place in England in the modern age. Floss is a ten year old girl who has two fathers. Even though she struggles to stand up for herself, she is generally a happy and bubbly girl, She makes the life changing choice to remain with her dad while her mom, stepfather, Steve, and half brother, Tim, decide to move to Australia. Her best

growing p too fast, as discussed above and inclusive of research and findings by Hymowitz (1998) which articulated on trends observed n the society in which his daughter grew up, supporting discussions by the Sunday Sun ( 2011); Hughes (2009); Wilson ( 2008) and my own experiences in observing the phenomena of children maturing at an earlier age than their predecessors, I submit and support the thesis statement that children are growing up much faster currently than their predecessors

It was in fourth grade when I met him...Will I become his enemy or best friend forever. It was September 10th 2016 in 4th grade, it was a hot sunny day. As I walked into the class I got unpacked, for the school day was about to start. Eli was my first friend in the new school. He was kind and he shook my hand but he is pretty crazy. Slowly but surely I met everyone. Later that day I met someone... We became good friends. We used to frolic and play dead fishing at the metal Cactus or Sardines most

I am getting ahead of myself. I should start from the very beginning about two years ago. There was me and my three best friends in the entire world Sam and Kat and Jo. We had a group of friends, which we called ‘the group.’ The only thing you need to know about ‘the group’ is that: 1. We were separated into ‘the guys’ and us ‘the girls,’ and 2. Is that we did everything together. Our favorite activity included sleepovers and playing monster pong, our version of beer pong without the alcohol. However

“Julianna dear! Wake up!” I heard a voice yell. I woke up startled and realized that it was 9:30 in the morning. “Julianna?” The voice asked. It was Robert’s mother, Grandma Sherri. “Good morning,” I yawned. “Get up deary!” She exclaimed. “Your father, mother, James, you and I are all going to the city for the day.” “You mean Robert,” I mumbled. “What sweetie?” She asked. “Um, nothing,” I replied. “Well go ahead and get ready. Be upstairs by 10:00!” She reminded. “Sure Grandma!” I responded. So

Have you ever had the feeling where you know you've met the one that will be there to make life the lap of luxury? I have, and I was eight years old when I felt this gaiety feeling. It was the first day of third grade at Ness Elementary. I had known no one for I was to shy to even say hello. I recollect this moment as if it were yesterday, this person is one who has transmuted my life in so many ways. My best friend, my partner in crime, my sister. As the first bell rang for recess, all the kids

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing

A girl sat by herself at a dirty lunch table eating quietly. She ignored the jeers shot towards her, and continued eating. She was facing the consequences of being different. How dare she have colored hair, how dare she dress different, how dare she have different tastes, and most of all, how dare she not conform. At least, that’s how they think. If one does not conform, they get teased for being “Weird,” The girl, however, was subject to more extreme forms, social deprivation, hitting, shoving

There was me and my three best friends in the entire world Sam and Kat and Jo. We had a group of friends, which we called ‘the group.’ The only thing you need to know about ‘the group’ is that: 1. We were separated into ‘the guys’ and us ‘the girls,’ and 2. Is that we did everything together. Our favorite activity included sleepovers and playing monster pong, our version of beer pong without the alcohol. However, this story is just about the girls of the group. There is, Sam was the brains of the

“Six months, Lancelot,” panted Merlin, running at a swift, but even pace. “Six bloody months we’ve been training for this marathon.” “Half marathon, actually.” Without breaking his fluid stride, Lancelot turned and flashed Merlin a wide grin. He wasn’t even sweating! Lancelot looked like he’d gone for an easy summer stroll as opposed to running for over two hours. “Feels like a hundred marathons,” Merlin countered. On the bright side, it was a mild and sunny Christmas day, and Merlin was, after