Francis by Sam

Francis

Francis Report by Max

Francis Brandywine (Prequel)

The Quetico Park Monster

Francic Brandywine by Jess

Francis’ family never stopped looking for her, they searched high and low, they searched with police and detectives they tried to find out what had happened after that last diary entry.  Her family were told to stay away from where the action took place Bottlenose Forest. But do you think they listened? No they didn’t. They travelled out to Bottlenose forest. They place was buzzing with police and detectives, the entry was cordoned off with neon yellow tape with read “ police do not enter” The entrance was swarmed with demanding media wanting more information on what was going on.




Campers were being evacuated from the crime zone and family members were demanding to start there own search party. Francis’ family had come from all around the world, some of them even quit there jobs because they were so determined to find her and figure out what was going on. The whole entire family walked up to the entry where many security guards were standing, they told the security guards that they were helping wether they liked it or not. After several hours of debating the Brandywine family were allowed to enter the forest.



They walked around and soon found the police had ruined the place, spray paint sprayed on natures floor, police gear scattered everywhere. If you hadn’t been to Bottlenose Forest you would think it was a police base. But they decided to start right away, so off they went deep into the woods. Every step Francis parents and sibling took even more grief, sadness    and most of all horror was swept over them. But they had to find out what happened to there 17 year ild daughter. After a few hours of walking they arrived at their final destination, where all the action took place. Police and detectives were surrounding the lake and the little cottage in which they stayed in.



They were immediately meet by rude interviewers wanting more information for the world to know. “How did they manage to get in here” they asked themselves, but they family wasn’t focused on the media they were in fact focussed to find Francis and the person or thing that took her. They gathered together in groups of 2 and started to search all around the woods. They were equipped with food, water, walkie talkies and life supplies no one wants to take anymore risks. Since they were searching the whole of the woods they would be gone for days but it had to be done. Francis parents were filled with sadness but they were determined to find out what happened.


Francis father Riley was looking everywhere, high and low near and far he was looking everywhere. When Greg looked under a ordinary flax he found a envelope, it was the same writing that was on the last page of Francis‘ diary. The envelope said “ clue 1” Riley (the Father) and Catherine (the Mother) opened the envelope the envelope with eager and determination, the note was written in Francis‘ distinctive handwriting, it read “ row out to the middle of the lake were the flag is make sure you are quick, I am scared. Her parents reacted quickly, they told all of the people who were searching including the police and the detectives. They all returned back to base everyone wanted to know what was going on and what was going to happen. Police and detectives equipped them with this  undercover security system and then they were sent on there way. The family saw Riley and Catherine  row into the cystel blue lake but after a while they were out of vision. Francis parents were never seen again, the rest of the family hope that they are with there daughter but police and detectives say it is highly unlikely.

Quetico Park by Max

Quetico Park

When I was young, a city kid growing up in Chicago, in the summer it was nice to escape the city life and go to Quetico Park. A place for fishing and camping, watching bears traveling through the forest and seeing stars shine as bright as they can in the cool, fresh air. But I wont be going to Quetico any time soon. Not after what happened to Francis Brandywine.

She was only seventeen at the time when she was camping with her family near the deepest lake in Quetico Park. Rumour has it that it is three hundred feet deep and Francis, being the brave person she was, snuck out of her tent so she could stare into the night sky and write in her journal.

She jumped into the family boat and rowed to where she thought the middle of the lake was. it was peaceful. Then a small tap broke the silence in the water. Francis looked up from her journal to see if she had hit the shore but she was still in the middle of the lake under the shining stars. she then dismissed it for a fish or a turtle knocking the bottom of the boat and she relaxed back into the boat writing in her journal.

Then again a tap but this time it was louder like knocking on a wooden door. She jumped searching the water for anything she had hit like a rock. She relaxed but then again this time as loud as a base drum, she had to leave it was a calm night so she would have made quick process rowing back to shore. After twenty intense minutes of rowing she had not moved at all it was like she was being held back by something under the boat. She tried pushing away from the hidden being but the oar were pulled under with a sharp tug. The knocking went on all night and all she could do was sit and wait.

The next day the boat was found floating just off the shore but Francis wasn’t there. She was never seen again. The only thing left in the boat was her journal. It had her frantic writing filling the last pages but the only reason we know what happened to her is because of the last page, it was written with what looked like a muddy finger and it said...

I DID KNOCK FIRST

Francis by Liam M

Francis (Horror Story)

 P 1 - I was sure of it, my parents must be asleep by now. I jumped out of my tent onto the bark that started cracking beneath my feet and grabbed a torch. I sneaked through the path to find my wooden boat floating in the deep blue river. I hopped in the boat and set off for the deepest part of the river where i could look at the stars and write in my journal.

P 2 - I had been paddling for around 20 minutes when i realised I had reached my destination. I lay down and looked at the stars. Hours went past and then I heard something weird. Knock! Knock!, I gasped, “What was that”? I thought to myself. I was confused for a while, but then i realised it was probably just an animal. Another twenty minutes went past and I had started to forget about the strange knocking. Suddenly, KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! It was even louder than before. Now I was getting scared. I realised I had to get back to my family so I started paddling as hard and as fast as I could. I wasn’t moving, what was happening!

P 3 - I lowered my oar into the water to see if anything was there. Splash! My oar had got sucked into the water. I jumped back and had now knocked my other oar into the water. I stopped and tried thinking about how i could fix this problem. I knew now what I had to do. I was going to sit it out, wait for the morning to come. My boredom was overwhelming and I had resorted to drawing monsters in my journal. I looked at my watch to find that it was almost morning. Excitement was flowing through my body, but doubt was fighting its way in. Again it was the knocking, but this time it had turned into three loud bangs.

P 4 - I felt my body sink slowly in the water, I tried holding my breath but it was no use. Nothing was going to stop this boat from sinking. I went down, down into the deep blue river, and never came back. 

By Liam M

Quetico Park by Shianne

Quetico Park

 As I came out of my tent the wind nearly pushed me over. When I look up at the sky the new moon gleamed over the park. My family and I were camping in Quetico Park near a lake. I couldn’t get to sleep, so I went to the row boat, to relax in the middle of the lake. It took me twenty minutes to row out to the middle of the lake. As I started to relax I could hear the rustling of the leafs in the forest, probably just a fox or bear or something else.

Then the sharp sound of someone or something knocking on the bottom of the boat echoed through the air. I thought I had hit land but when I looked over the boat we were still miles away. Maybe it was just a stick that had drifted under the boat. As I started to relax the sound of someone or something knocking echoed through the air again, maybe it was just an animal, I thought. I started writing in my journal but the sound of someone or something echoed again, that time I was scared. No animal could knock like that. I started rowing furiously to get back to land but the boat wouldn’t move, I was stuck in the middle of the lake. I put the end of one of the oars in the water but as soon as it touched the waters surface the oar was pulled under. I feel backwards but when I did I knocked the other oar in the water.

There was no other options, I was stuck, unless I tried swimming back to land. No, I thought, that is way to dangerous, but I guess I will have to try anyway, unless I want to be stuck on this boat till morning. I jumped into the cold water, leaving my journal behind because i couldn’t swim with it. I thought I could make it to land but just as I was half way there, big muddy hands stretched out of the water towards me, grabbed me and pulled me under, never to be seen again....... The end

Francis Brandywine by Matt

Francis. B Quetico Park. My favourite time of year is when we travel to the park in the middle of summer. The birds sing all year round, the crickets chirp in the trees and we always go canoeing on the crystal clear lake. Fun times. I always look forward to going each year. But this year Tom Johnson wasn’t going, Max Lillie from next door wasn’t going, and even my family wasn’t going. I never want to back there, at least not any time soon, not after what happened to a girl named Francis Brandywine. Francis Brandywine was a bit of a rebel. One of those people who likes to be left alone, and always ventures away from the well trodden path. Francis was 17 year old with jet black hair. Her family was staying in Quetico Park, in the remote part of the park, not far from the lake. The lake was clear and almost had a blue ting to it. The lake had a deepest point of arounf 300 feet. One dark night, on a full moon, Francis went out and did yet another of her rebel tricks. Once she was sure that her parents and little sister were sound asleep, see crept down to the waters edge. The waters edge rose and fell on the sandy shore shore. Francis wanted to be alone. She put her journal into a row boat along with a pack of cigarettes. She then jumped into the boat herself and rowed out across the large lake and once she was sure she was over the deepest point she stopped. She lit her cigarette, lay down and looked up at the star soaked sky and the aurora lights looked like a colourful lasso. The rainbow of colours danced across the sky and all was peaceful in the park. All was peaceful until a strange noise came from beneath the boat. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Three knocks came from the boat in which Francis lay in. She sat up and looked over the side of the boat. She was expecting to have seen the shore but she was still in the middle of the lake. What if it was a stick or an animal? There’s nothing to worry about, is there? Francis was sure that there was nothing to be worried about and lay her down on the wooden planks and closed her eyes. Francis was now close to sleep and was slowly relaxing again but then KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. The three knocks came again but even louder and crisper. Francis was now sure that there was an animal in the water. “Only an animal could make a sound like that, can’t it”? said Francis, thinking out loud. She sat in the boat, smoking, thinking in scared silence. The quiet atmosphere continued for ten minutes then then twenty. Francis was now thinking that she was dreaming and none of the knocking was true. But just as she had lead her to thinking it was all a dream. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Francis then panicked, her mouth went dry. The knocks sounded like a knock on the door. Something or someone was below her. She lunged for the oars, she had to get of the lake ASAP. All she wanted now was to be in her own bed, on dry land. She threw the oars into place and started rowing hard out. Once she’d stopped rowing feverishly to catch here breath, she realized that she was still in the exact same place. The lake was calm and she should’ve made it near the shore by now, but the something or someone was holding her in place. She took the oars in and sat in the boat, gripping each side with white knuckles. She sat for what felt like forever then, BANG, BANG, BANG. The three knocks returned but were more like a bang. The floor boards rattled and the boat swayed from side to side. She breathed heavily and cried and cried. She then realized that she might be able to fish the creature out with one of the oars. She picked up one of the oars that lay beside her and dipped the handle end into the black water. There was a silent tug on the other end and it was pulled from her grasp and into the depths of the lake. All she could do now was wait, wait for what was going to happen to happen. She realized that if she was to die she would have to try and tell her story. The only way to tell the story was to write down the night’s events in her journal. She wrote it all down hastily and listened intently. Sadly, Francis had to rely on her journal to tell her story. She was never seen again. All the page in her journal were full of her distinctive hand writing. All but the last two pages which were damp when the journal was found the next morning. On these pages there were four words written down. These words were written quickly and in a muddy finger. they read “I DID KNOCK FIRST”.

Caleb's Narrative Writing

Isabella's Narrative Writing

Shianne's Narrative Writing

Sam's Narrative Writing

Writing:

The children in Room 13 have been exploring Narrative Writing. We have used various video clips and images to inspire our writing. The Literacy Shed is a website that provides fantastic clips and thought provoking questions to enhance the children's writing. One reason I like the video clips is that they provided a lot of description with no words encouraging the children to think about how they can express what they see. This is one of the clips I used for writing.

This video is from Literacy Shed. I do not own any rights to the clip. Please go to www.literacyshed.com if you would like to watch any other video clips or look at resources for literacy.