Pull apart day recount

SNAP. CRUNCH. CRACK.

“I’ve done it!” yelled Zoe. I grabbed my screwdriver to help undo the last panel before we could see inside the mysterious toaster. The smell of oil filled my nose like dirty perfume. My hands were warm and sweaty from gripping the screwdriver tightly. “Why is it so difficult?” I thought as the greasy oil made my fingers sticky.

It all began when we brought in our items from home for pull apart day. The excited murmurs made me feel like I couldn’t wait to get started. The feeling was bubbling up inside me. A happy buzz grew in the classroom. The atmosphere was becoming chaotic until Miss Yates yelled for silence. “BE QUIET!” she screamed.

Inside the toaster, I found many pieces of mouldy toast. I wish I had cleaned it before today. Burnt bread crumbs littered the desk like ashes from a fire. I found a microchip which made no sense to me. It looked like a tiny city from an alien planet.

Shared writing by Room 10 and 11.