Junior runners up, Scotch Oakburn College

“I can’t believe it! My mean mother is making me walk home in such horrible weather! Listen to it! It’s howling like a dog at the full moon,” Emily whined, as she strode along the puddly path, anger propelling her through the harsh wind that whipped her ash black hair violently around her head. A limp brown tree was all that welcomed Emily to her front garden. “Finally!” with an almighty bang the door was slammed shut.