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Thursday, September 19, 2013
St Luke's Food hall by Nina, Oska and Eli
My hands squash the sticky sushi as I rub my greasy hands against the tray trying desperately to rub off the sticky mess that clung to it. Glancing around I watch the ocean sized crowd pushing and shoving to get their food. I choked as sticky fried rice got stuck to the top of my mouth not allowing me to swallow. The smell of salty chips assaulted my nostrils as the person next to me noisily ate his ENORMOUS McDonald's Big Mac. The stove sizzled and popped as the Mexican chefs cooked their delicious food. A horrible new smell marched over to me as a child opened the bin next to me releasing out a smell of old scraps and rotten cabbage. A kid walked past me his ice cream dangerously close to the edge of the cone. I watched it fall down from its perilous perch and hit the slimy floor with a SPLAT. I snatch a sugary donut out of my pocket and take a huge bite savouring every last bit. Lost change rubs against my hands I put in my pocket running my fingers along the grooves. The chefs happily splutter orders.
'Yum' 'n' 'Yuck' Food Hall by Will M, Jack and Livana
Yum
Warm sugary doughnuts stick on my fingers.
Salty buttery popcorn crunching on my tongue.
The grumpy chefs shouting orders buzzing in my ears.The smell of battery kebabs with all the fresh ingredients inside.
Through a rush of people I see a free table.
Yuck
The floppy flounder flail around in my hands.
The hot sizzling hotdog over filled with artificial
mustard.
mustard.
The horrible sound of cutlery scraping against plates.
As I walked past crowds I smelt filthy McDonalds burgers.
Exhausted janitors wiping the dirty tables that people left a mess.
The Food Hall By Maya, Gwyneth and Aum.
The toddlers melting ice cream dropped on to the dreadful ground with a splat. Teenage kid's phones buzzing in their undiscovered pockets. The warm scent of sugary, crispy donuts exits out of the cloudy oven.The fresh summer taste of strawberries from the smoothies glide and streak down my throat. As I sat down, I felt a sticky, gooey bubble-gum sticking to my firm, dense, plastic chair as I touched it with my delicate fingers. As I meandered, people dodged though the crowd in the jam-packed food court. I sniffed the aroma as the teenagers hurled their old food in the bin. My tastebuds sprang up as the savoury of salty, buttery popcorn manipulated on my tongue. The solid gold coins in my pocket thrusted into my thighs.
St Luke's food hall by Ben, Toby, and Hunter
The sound of sizzling stoves echoes in my ears, driving me crazy. People chatting like mad ducks, chimes in my ears. The smell of ice cold drinks smell lumbers up my nose. Crispy, sugary doughnuts, slither around my nose. I got a glimpse, of what seemed like neanderthals scoffing cheeseburgers in their mouths. I see yummy cheesy big macs dropping to the floor. The sticky taste of fried rice almost completely fills my mouth. The creamy, luscious taste of chocolate oozes in my mouth. I scrunch up my nose as I feel the greasy burgers buns. I feel the discomfort of the stiff, steel, chair.
St Lukes food hall Anouska, Arlo, Kahma and Lucy
The sound of a waitress sneering orders to the chef while passing by. A thick black cloud emerged and busted through my nose and wafted like a bad smell. Salty, crispy chips mushed in my mouth and slithered down my throat burning me. Rusty coins rubbed against my leg which made me give a little yelp. I could spy people bustling their way to to their greasy tables with their trays filled with fast food.
St Luke's food hall by Will, James and Jakob
Hard, cold rusty chairs support my body weight. People are ordering deliciously tantalising greasy cheeseburgers. The clicking sound of texting faintly sneaks into my ears. As crispy chicken nuggets waft to my nostrils, I can taste sugar-coated donuts tantalising my tastebuds. People are pushing and shoving and almost swimming through crowds. Wads of five dollar notes filled my pockets. Delicious dumplings battled for the most tempting food or drink with fizzy coca-cola smoothing my throat. All the while sizzling stoves intruded my ears.
St Lukes food hall by Hannah, Maddy and Anetema
The booming from the cooking grills bounced in and out of my ears. The aroma of deep fried chips crawled up my nose. Spicy, hot curry burnt my twisted tongue. Everywhere I looked teenagers were texting on their new, shiny phones. I felt the icy cold drink bubble up my nose. The waiters at the restaurants spluttered orders at the chefs. Warm crispy doughnuts lumbered through my nose. Juicy hamburgers filled my mouth with perfection. Cleaners mopped the dirty, sticky floors. Salty chips made my fingers unbearably greasy.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
St Lukes Hall shared writing by George, Josh and Oceania
Juicy hamburgers went down my throat. Loud teenagers texted on shiny phones. People moaned with hunger. Refreshing ice cream, cold like the north pole. Icy cold drinks zoomed down my throat. The strong sent of butter chicken blowed up my nose along with delicious hot molten chocolate cake. People dropped food. I held a light smooth tray tightly.
St lukes food hall by Marie, Harry, and Luka
The smell of spicy hot curry snorts up my nose as the sticky fried rice sticks on my hands. The loud sound of fire booming thunders into my ears as phones start to buzz repeatedly. The intense smell of warm, crispy doughnuts fills the air as my brain freezes from the cold refreshing ice cream. People surround me as they munch on their food slowly, in the corner of my eye are teenagers texting on their new shiny phones with laughter and chatter. As I'm walking to my table, I can feel the heaviness of my plate and the coldness of my icy cold drink.
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