Elsie+Lock+2011

__Thursday 16th June__

**Conferencing 16.06.2011 Mrs Stock & Ruby**

Francesca and I were best friends. We were always close and we were always friends. Nothing could ever come between us. We were inseparable. Sally, Francesca’s mum rang asking if she was at our house, that was when I really started to worry. Sally then rung the police to report a missing person.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Francesca was missing, something terrible had happened. Maybe she was just taking a walk and got lost. I couldn’t believe it. What kind of person would want a young girl. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I was so upset I was nothing without Francesca, nothing. I was lost, I hadn’t been to school for weeks now. Whenever I heard her name I burst into tears, I looked like a mess. My eyes were constantly puffy and red.

It was coming up to one year since Francesca was reported missing and has not been found yet. I missed her dearly and she had to be found. I had prayed every night that she would come back but it never happened. I have been talking to the police every night since that day just incase there was any new information, there never was.

A new piece of evidence has been found, I told detective Brannon “A strange tall man was seen driving with Francesca the night she went missing”. I think we have our delinquent I thought to myself. I told the detective. We searched the street cameras everywhere and just managed to get the number plate. We searched the number plate up on the computer and found out that the owner of the car was just living in the neighbor hood. We raced to the mans house but he wasn’t home we knocked on the door several times but there was never any answer. We heard a faint scream “HELP” from the house. We busted down the door. The screaming continued. Suddenly a man yelled “Step back or I will shoot.” He had a gun pointing at Francesca’s head. Francesca went pale, she looked skinny and like she hadn’t eaten for months. The police officer pulled up his gun and aimed it up at the strange man. But it was to late. He shot her right through the side of her head.
 * Police Officers Story**

“We are all gathered here today to remember Francesca Hope Jennings and her life and all her great memories she had. Sally would you like to say some words on your family’s behalf”.
 * The Funeral**

Sally slowly made her way up to the microphone, “Francesca was a great young girl and did not deserve what happened to her. And the cruel man that did it should be shot through the his head and see how he likes it” Sally slowly walked away from the microphone and quietly went back to her seat.

“Molly would you like to come and say a few words of remembrance on Francesca’s behalf” asked the funeral directer. I got up from my seat and made my way to the microphone.

“Francesca was my best friend, I am nothing without her. She made me laugh, cry with laughter, make me happy when I was sad. And now she is gone. Francesca was my best friend she was the kindest person I knew. She was smart, pretty Francesca was my role model. I feel lost with out her she was great company.I miss her dearly, we all miss her dearly. Please let Francesca rest in peace”. I went back to my seat and then the funeral finally ended and we all went home.

That was the saddest day of my life and I will never forgive the cruel man that took her away from us.

__Tuesday 14th June__

Francesca and I were best friends. We were always close and we were always friends. Nothing could ever come between us. We were inseparable. Sally, Francesca’s mum rang asking if she was at our house, that was when I really started to worry. Sally then rung the police to report a missing person.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Francesca was missing, something terrible had happened. Maybe she was just taking a walk and got lost. I couldn’t believe it. What kind of person would want a young girl. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I was so upset I was nothing without Francesca, nothing. I was lost, I hadn’t been to school for weeks now. Whenever I heard her name I burst into tears, I looked like a mess. My eyes were constantly puffy and red.

It was coming onto one year since Francesca was reported missing and has not been found yet. I missed her dearly and she had to be found. I had prayed every night that she would come back but it never happened. I have been talking to the police every night since that day just incase there was any new information, there never was.

“There has been no new information” I told Molly who was Francesca’s best friend (This doesn’t make sense)A new piece of evidence has been found, I told detective Brannon after Molly had left(Also doesn’t make sense) “A strange tall man was seen driving with Francesca the night she went missing”. I think we have our delinquent I thought to myself. I told the detective. We searched the street cameras every where and just managed to get the number plate. We searched the number plate up on the computer and found out that the owner of the car was just living in the neighbor hood. We raced to the mans house but he wasn’t home we knocked on the door several times but there was never any answer. We heard a faint scream “HELP” from the house. We busted down the door. The screaming continued. Suddenly a man yelled “Step back or I will shoot.” He had a gun pointing at Francesca’s head. Francesca went pale, she looked skinny and like she hadn’t eaten for months. The police officer pulled up his gun and aimed it up at the strange man. But it was to late. He shot her right through the side of her head.
 * Police Officers Story**

“We are all gathered here today to remember Francesca Hope Jennings and her life and all her great memories she had. Sally would you like to say some words on your family’s behalf”. Sally slowly made her way up to the microphone, “Francesca was a great young girl and did not deserve what happened to her. And the cruel man that did it should be shot through the his head and see how he likes it” Sally slowly walked away from the microphone and quietly went back to her seat. “Molly would you like to come and say a few words of remembrance on Francesca’s behalf” asked the funeral directer. I got up from my seat and made my way to the microphone. “Francesca was my best friend, I am nothing without her. She made me laugh, cry with laughter, make me happy when I was sad. And now she is gone. Francesca was my best friend she was the kindest person I knew. She was smart, pretty Francesca was my role model. I feel lost with out her she was great company.I miss her dearly, we all miss her dearly. Please let Francesca rest in peace”. I went back to my seat and then the funeral finally ended and we all went home.
 * The Funeral**

That was the saddest day of my life and I will never forgive the cruel man that took her away from us.

Francesca and I were best friends. We were always close and we were always friends. Nothing could ever come between us. We were inseparable. Sally, Francesca’s mum rang asking if she was at our house, that was when I really started to worry. Sally then rung the police to report a missing person.

Days turned into weeks turned into months. Francesca was missing, something terrible had happened. Maybe she was just taking a walk and got lost. I could’t believe it. What kind of person would want a young girl. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I was so upset I was nothing without Francesca, nothing. I was lost I hadn’t been to school for weeks now I was lost. Whenever I heard her name I burst into tears I looked like a mess. My eyes were constantly puffy and red.

It was coming onto one year since Francesca was reported missing and has not been found yet. I missed her dearly and she had to be found. I had prayed every night that she would come back but it never happened. I have been talking to the police every night since that day just incase there was any new information, there never was. I was.

There has been no new information I told Molly who was Francesca’s who was standing in front of me like she did every night. A new piece of evidence I told detective Brannon it has just been found. A strange tall man was seen driving with Francesca the night she went missing. I think we have our delinquent I told the detective. We searched the street cameras every where and just managed to get the number plate. We searched the number plate up on the computer and found out that the owner of the car was just living in the neighbor hood. We raced to the mans house but he wasn’t home we knocked on the door several times but there was never any answer. We heard a faint scream yeloing “HELP” from the house. We busted down the door. The screaming continued. Suddenly a man yelled “Step back or I will shoot.” He had a gun pointing at Francesca’s head. Francesca went pail, she looked skinny and like she hadn’t eaten for months. The police officer pulled up his gun and aimed it up at the strange man. But it was to late. He shot her right through the side of her head.
 * Police Officers Story**

We are all gathered here today to remember Francesca Hope Jennings and her life and all her great memories she had. Sally would you like to say some words on your family’s behalf. Sally slowly made her way up to the microphone, Francesca was a great young girl and did not deserve what happened to her. And the cruel man that did it should be shot through the his head and see how he likes it. Sally slowly walked away from the microphone and quietly went back to her seat. “Molly would you like to come and say a few words of remembrance on Francesca’s behalf” asked the funeral directer. I got up from my seat and made my way to the microphone. “Francesca was my best friend, I am nothing without her. She made me laugh, cry with laughter, make me happy when I was sad. And now she is gone. Francesca was my best friend she was the kindest person I knew. She was smart, pretty Francesca was my role model. I feel lost with out her she was great company. I feel lost without her. I miss her dearly, we all miss her dearly. Please let Francesca rest in peace”. I went back to my seat and then the funeral finally ended and we all went home.
 * The Funeral**

That was the saddest day of my life and I will never forgive the cruel man that took her away from us.

__Friday 10th June__

Francesca and I were best friends. We were always close and we were always friends. Nothing could ever come between us. We were inseparable. The day Francesca didn’t call me back I new something was wrong, I started to worry. Sally, Francesca’s mum rang asking if she was at our house, that was when I really started to worry. Sally rung the police to report a missing person.

Days turned into weeks turned into months. Francesca was missing, something terrible had happened to her. Maybe she was just taking a walk and got lost. I could’t believe it. What kind of person would want to steal a young girl. I didn’t leave my room for weeks. I was so upset I was nothing without Francesca, nothing. I was lost I hadn’t been to school for weeks now I was lost whenever I heard her name I burst into tears I looked like a mess. My eyes were constantly puffy and red.

It was coming onto one year since Francesca was reported missing and has not been found yet. I have decided to find out what has happened to my best friend. I was going to find out. I missed her dearly and she had to be found. I had prayed every night that she would come back but it never happened. I have been talking to the police every night since that day just incase there was any new information, there never was. I was.

There has been no new information I told Molly who was standing in front of me like she did every night, Molly was Francesca’s best friend. I have got a new piece of evidence I told detective Brannon. A strange tall man was seen driving with Francesca the night she went missing. I think we have our kidnapper I told the detective. We searched the street cameras every where and just managed to get the number plate. We searched the number plate up on the computer and found out that the owner of the car was just living in the neighbor hood. We raced to the mans house but he wasn’t home we knocked on the door several times but there was never any answer. We heard someone screaming HELP from the house. We busted down the door. The screaming continued. It was a weird noise and then suddenly a man yelled
 * Police Officers Story**

__Thursday 9th June 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents, Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was surprising but actually ok, but I didn't really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since i'm in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gorgeous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were extravagant. They were of ladies picking gardenias. The one I couldn't take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a field full of daisies.

The day came to leave Italy and travel to Portugal. The detective and I made our way to the airport, it seemed like it was a long journey but we finally arrived and boarded our flight. It was a long flight but we landed safely but were puzzled of where to go next, so the detective rung my grandmother, it was weird I have never been able to say my grandmother because I had never had a grandma. “Where would you like us to meet you” the detective asked. He then told me that we were going to her house to talk and have lunch.

We made our way to my Grandmothers, we arrived, I was very nervous and was anxious to see what she had to say. She greeted us at the door, she was wearing a long sky blue skirt with a white cotton top with embodied flowers all over it she had long brown hair with little bits of grey through it, she was pretty. She invited us in, we made our way through to her lounge and sat down. She started off by introducing herself, “hello my name is Elizabeth” she said. She was a very calm person and was very relaxed unlike me. The detective introduced us both “Good morning this is Hope and I the detective and I am helping Hope to find her birth parents, and were hoping you could help us”. She said certainly to helping us. The detective started off by asking if she new where my birth parents were and she said yes “they are in the south of Portugal and have just moved here a couple of months ago and in a month I am going to visit them, would you like to come”. I suddenly bust out crying, big drops of tears falling down my face, I had been hiding all these emotions and they suddenly just came. “We would love to come” I whimpered.” Elizabeth asked if I wanted a tissue I said yes thank you. Elizabeth walked over me and sat next to me and gave me a hug. She smelt like gardenias. She was so comforting. We talked about what time she would pick us up and when we were going. We agreed on leaving at 9:00am. If we leave at that time it will give us time to make our way o the tube station.

Elizabeth picked us up and we make our way to the tube station and we made it there on time and we waited for the train and we then made our way to the tubes and we then got on and made our way to South Portugal. It was a quite trip and felt like it took a long time. I ended up taking 145minutes and then we finally arrived. We found a cab and Elizabeth told the man the directions “47 Sea Street, South Portugal” Elizabeth told him. It was a quick trip, we ended up at a beautiful little cottage like house with lovely pattern and it was painted bright yellow. A tall peculiar looking man greeted us at the door and asked who we were looking for and we said Mary and John and he then said that they were out and should be back in the next five minutes. He told us and then invited us in and he then went back to cleaning the bench. I then heard a key trying to be forced through the lock, “It’s open” the maid called out. I jumped, he gave me a fright. They both walked through the door. “Hello Mary and John” said my Grandmother. Well this is a nice suprise Mary said. They hadent seen me or the detective yet, they then glanced our way and Mary collapsed to her knees and burst out into tears. I didn’t know what to do. I think she new me, she looked at me for a long time and looked at me from head to toe. She tried to smile at me it was’t very convincing.

John helped Mary up. We were both speechless, we had no idea what to do.

I started to speak.“Hello I am Hope, you gave me away when I was just born, I have been looking for you ever since I was nine and have now found you.” “And I am Mary and this is John and we never thought we would ever see you again, and I am so glad that you have found us, we are so happy to see you” Mary snivled away, John offered her a tissue. The detective then asked if it was ok for me to ask them some questions. Mary nodded her head and took a seat on the couch.

Why did you give me away. They looked at each other and then John started talking.

__Wednesday 8th June 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was surprising but actually ok, but I didn't really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since i'm in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gorgeous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were extravagant. They were of ladies picking gardenias. The one I couldn't take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a field full of daisies.

The day came to leave Italy and travel to Portugal. The detective and I made our way to the airport, it seemed like it was a long journey but we finally arrived and boarded our flight. It was a long flight but we landed safely but were puzzled of where to go next, so the detective rung my grandmother, it was weird I have never been able to say my grandmother because I had never had a grandma. “Where would you like us to meet you” the detective asked. He then told me that we were going to her house to talk and have lunch.

We made our way to my Grandmothers, we arrived, I was very nervous and was anxious to see what she had to say. She greeted us at the door, she was wearing a long sky blue skirt with a white cotton top with embodied flowers all over it she had long brown hair with little bits of grey through it, she was pretty. She invited us in, we made our way through to her lounge and sat down. She started off by introducing herself, “hello my name is Elizabeth” she said. She was a very calm person and was very relaxed unlike me. The detective introduced us both “Good morning this is Hope and I the detective and I am helping Hope to find her birth parents, and were hoping you could help us”. She said certainly to helping us. The detective started off by asking if she new where my birth parents were and she said yes “they are in the south of Portugal and have just moved here a couple of months ago and in a month I am going to visit them, would you like to come”. I suddenly bust out crying, big drops of tears falling down my face, I had been hiding all these emotions and they suddenly just came. “We would love to come” I whimpered.” Elizabeth asked if I wanted a tissue I said yes thank you. Elizabeth walked over me and sat next to me and gave me a hug. She smelt like gardenias. She was so comforting. We talked about what time she would pick us up and when we were going. We agreed on leaving at 9:00am. If we leave at that time it will give us time to make our way o the tube station.

Elizabeth picked us up and we make our way to the tube station and we made it there on time and we waited for the train and we then made our way to the tubes and we then got on and made our way to South Portugal. It was a quite trip and felt like it took a long time. I ended up taking 145minutes and then we finally arrived. We found a cab and Elizabeth told the man the directions “47 Sea Street, South Portugal” Elizabeth told him. It was a quick trip, we ended up at a beautiful little cottage like house with lovely pattern and it was painted bright yellow. A tall peculiar looking man greeted us at the door and asked who we were looking for and we said Mary and John and he then said that they were out and should be back in the next five minutes. He told us and then invited us in and he then went back to cleaning the bench. I then heard a key trying to be forced through the lock, “It’s open” the maid called out. I jumped, he gave me a fright. They both walked through the door. “Hello Mary and John” said my Grandmother. Well this is a nice supprise Mary said. They hadent seen me or the detective yet, they then

__Tuesday 7th June 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was surprising but actually ok, but I didn't really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since i'm in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gorgeous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were extravagant. They were of ladies picking gardenias. The one I couldn't take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a field full of daisies.

The day came to leave Italy and travel to Portugal. The detective and I made our way to the airport, it seemed like it was a long journey but we finally arrived and boarded our flight. It was a long flight but we landed safely but were puzzled of where to go next, so the detective rung my grandmother, it was weird I have never been able to say my grandmother because I had never had a grandma. “Where would you like us to meet you” the detective asked. He then told me that we were going to her house to talk and have lunch.

We made our way to my Grandmothers, we arrived, I was very nervous and was anxious to see what she had to say. She greeted us at the door, she was wearing a long sky blue skirt with a white cotton top with embodied flowers all over it she had long brown hair with little bits of grey through it, she was pretty. She invited us in, we made our way through to her lounge and sat down. She started off by introducing herself, “hello my name is Elizabeth” she said. She was a very calm person and was very relaxed unlike me. The detective introduced us both “Good morning this is Hope and I the detective and I am helping Hope to find her birth parents, and were hoping you could help us”. She said certainly to helping us. The detective started off by asking if she new where my birth parents were and she said yes “they are in the south of Portugal and have just moved here a couple of months ago and in a month I am going to visit them, would you like to come”. I suddenly bust out crying, big drops of tears falling down my face, I had been hiding all these emotions and they suddenly just came. “We would love to come” I whimpered.” Elizabeth asked if I wanted a tissue I said yes thank you. Elizabeth walked over me and sat next to me and gave me a hug. She smelt like gardenias. She was so comforting. We talked about what time she would pick us up and when we were going. We agreed on leaving at 9:00am. If we leave at that time it will give us time to make our way o the tube station.

Elizabeth picked us up and we make our way to the tube station and we made it there on time and we waited for the train and we then made our way to the tubes and we then got on and made our way to South Portugal. It was a quite trip and felt like it took a long time. I ended up taking 145minutes and then we finally arrived. We found a cab and Elizabeth told the man the directions “47 Sea Street, South Portugal” Elizabeth told him. It was a quick trip, we ended up at a beautiful little cottage like house with lovely pattern and it was painted bright yellow.

__Thursday 2nd June 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was supriseingly ok, but I didn't really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since i'm in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gorgeous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were extravagant. They were of ladies picking gardenias. The one I couldn't take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a field full of daisies.

The day came to leave Italy and travel to Portugal. The detective and I made our way to the airport, it seemed like it was a long journey but we finally arrived and boarded our flight. It was a long flight but we landed safely but were puzzled of where to go next, so the detective rung my grandmother, it was weird I have never been able to say my grandmother because I had never had a grandma. “Where would you like us to meet you” the detective asked. He then told me that we were going to her house to talk and have lunch.

We made our way to my Grandmothers, we arrived, I was very nervous and was anxious to see what she had to say. She greeted us at the door, she was wearing a long sky blue skirt with a white cotton top with embodied flowers all over it she had long brown hair with little bits of grey through it, she was pretty. She invited us in, we made our way through to her lounge and sat down. She started off by introducing herself, “hello my name is Elizabeth” she said. She was a very calm person and was very relaxed unlike me. The detective introduced us both “Good morning this is Hope and I the detective and I am helping Hope to find her birth parents, and were hoping you could help us”. She said certainly to helping us. The detective started off by asking if she new where my birth parents were and she said yes “they are in the south of Portugal and have just moved here a couple of months ago and in a month I am going to visit them, would you like to come”. I suddenly bust out crying, big drops of tears falling down my face, I had been hiding all these emotions and they suddenly just came. “We would love to come” I whimpered.” Elizabeth asked if I wanted a tissue I said yes thank you. Elizabeth walked over me and sat next to me and gave me a hug. She smelt like gardenias. She was so comforting. We talked about what time she would pick us up and when we were going. We agreed on leaving at

__Monday 30 May 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was supriseingly ok, but I didn't really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since i'm in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gorgeous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were extravagant. They were of ladies picking gardenias. The one I couldn't take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a field full of daisies.

The day came to leave Italy and travel to Porchagel. The detective and I made our way to the airport, it seemed like it was a long journey but we finally arrived and boarded our flight. It was a long flight but we landed safley but were puzzeled of where to go next, so the detective rung my grandmother, it was weird I have never been able to say my grandmother because I had never had a grandma. “Where would you like us to meet you” the detective asked. He then told me that we were going to her house to talk and have lunch.

We made our way to my Grandmothers, we arrived, I was very nervous and was anxious to see what she had to say. She greeted us at the door, she was wearing a long sky blue skirt with a white cotton top with embroided flowers all over it she had long brown hair with little bits of grey through it, she was pretty. She invited us in, we made our way through to her lounge and sat down. She started off by introducing herself, “hello my name is Elizabeth” she said. She was a very calm person and was very relaxed unlike me. The detective introduced us both “Goodmorning this is Hope and I the detective and I am helping Hope to find her birth parents, and were hoping you could help us”. She said certanily to helping us. The detective started off by asking if she new where my birth parents were and she said yes “they are in the south of Porchagle and have just moved here,

__Thursday 26 May 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was supriseingly ok, but I didn't really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since i'm in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gorgeous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were extravagant. They were of ladies picking gardenias. The one I couldn't take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a field full of daisies.

The day came to leave Italy and travel to Porchagel. The detective and I made our way to the airport, it seemed like it was a long journey but we finally arrived and boarded our flight. It was a long flight but we landed safley but were puzzeled of where to go next, so the detective rung my grandmother, it was weird I have never been able to say my grandmother because I had never had a grandma. “Where would you like us to meet you” the detective asked. He then told me that we were going to her house to talk and have lunch.

We made our way to my Grandmothers, we arrived, I was very nervous and was anxious to see what she had to say. She greeted us at the door, she was wearing a long sky blue skirt with a white cotton top with embroided flowers all over it she had long brown hair with little bits of grey through it, she was prettly very pretty.

__Monday 23rd May 2011__


 * Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have been wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasn’t very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was suprisinly ok, but I didnt really mind what the food tasted like I just wanted to get out of the hotel for a bit. I was boarded of the same old pattern and scenery and wanted to see some more of Italy. I went to go on a little boat ride around italy, just for something different to do. Since im in Italy I might as well have a look around, I thought to myself. The boat was a cute little fishing boat that was painted yellow and had a beautiful floral patten around the outside of the boat. The little boat was covered in bright white lights. I was the only one on the boat apart from the man who was rowing the boat. We started through a tunnel that was covered in little glow sticks but on the walls of the tunnel was covered in gourgous paintings. “Who has painted these lovely paintings” I asked the man in the boat, he replied and said that they were painted by a little lady named Jessica. I couldnt take my eyes off them, they were extravagent. They were of ladys picking gardinias. The one I couldnt take my eyes off was the one of a mother cuddling her daughter in a feild full of daisys

__Friday 20th May 2011__

**Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disappointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer to see if he could help us with the journey and if he had an more clues. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate, I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technology he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. We arrived in Italy, I was looking forward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldn't help but wonder if they were glad to see me, if I ever found them. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. But I have done some research and I have managed to track down where they are staying through your grandmother, yes your real grandmother and she would like to meet you there next week” I felt so happy I really was excited. I might just get the chance to meet my birth parents and maybe even my grandmother. I was thrilled and just couldn’t wait.

The detective and I decided to stay in Italy till we need to meet my grandmother in Portugal. We booked two rooms in the Radison hotel to stay until we had to leave. We had to leave the hotel by 4:00pm in 4 days to get to the airport on time. I went out to dinner whilst the detective stayed and did some more research. It was a nice little pasta place it wasnt very busy and had beautiful fairy lights around the roof. It was hard to pick what to order because it was all written in Italian, so I just guessed what to order and pointed to the menu at the waitress. My pasta was then served it was

__Thursday 19th May 2011__

**Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents. I have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated, and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street. We were going to Italy to get some more clues to find my birth parents. The detective then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

The detective and I talked for a while about the risks and about the chance of disipointment. We then decided to travel over to Italy to talk to the hotel directer. The detective and I then made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were too young. I wanted to know I have wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technolagy he was going to use and stuff like that.

We finally arrived in Italy. It was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. We arrived in Italy, I was looking foward to hearing what the hotel directer had to say about my real parents and if it was a possibility to find them. I couldnt help but wonder if they were glad to see me. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here two months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Portugal they were so excited and that they had finally found a place to stay. Th e bad news is that at the time your birth mum wasnt very well and was having trouble with her bretheing. But there is still some good news I have managed to track down where they are staying.

__Wednesday 18th May 2011__

**Elsie Lock Writing**

I was born on the 21st of April and was named Hope by my birth parents Mary and John. But I am currently living with my parents who adopted me. I found out I was adopted when I was nine years old and have wanted to find my birth parents ever since.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">I am now 21 and am going on a journey to find my birth parents and have got a detective to help me succeed this journey. “Italy” the detective stated and told me that they were last staying in the Radison hotel west of mutton street, the detective announced, but then stated that they were last seen there two months ago but the hotel directer may have some idea where about’s they may be staying.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">The detective and I made our way to the airport. I didn't know how I felt I was excited, nervous and anxious at the same time and didn’t want to get my hopes up. The detective explained the situation but I couldn't concentrate I wanted to find them and find out why they decided to give me away, was it because they didn’t want me or was it that they thought they were to young. I wanted to know I have wanting to know my whole life. The detective continued to discus the problem and how he was going to try track down my birth parents and what technolagy he was going to use and stuff like that.

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">We finally arrived in Italy, it was the longest flight I had ever been on, there was so much to think about. I wonder if they were glad to see me I thought to my self. We made our way to the Radison hotel and met the hotel directer and he led us to his office. He started off by offering us some tea and coffee and then we got into the important stuff. “They were staying here to months ago,and were lovely people and wanted somewhere to live and were telling me that they had brought a house in south east of Africa they were so excited and

Ruby, I love your story, I can see this story published in stores. You have done well in explaining what the story is about and then fading into the journey (Grace)

Ruby it is obvious what the journey is going to be about, and catches the reader straight away. Ruby focus on one place for slightly longer before jumping around e.g Why were they in Italy? what happened there? why did they move on? how did they come to being in Italy in the first place? (Mrs Stock) <span style="color: #ff0000; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">