The Romans Invade England
By Annabel Plumeridge, age 11, from Upper Boddington

Fear. Fear was the only possible word to describe how I felt. I was standing over the white cliffs, stone still as I watched petrified. The magnificent Roman warships broke their way through the powerful waves. I felt my heart miss a beat as the leader of our tribe came forth. We knew the signal.

Then Caesar came to the bow of the ship. His eyes seemed to flash and glitter with savage laughter. My mouth was dry and I could see that my friends were terrified. The signal went and a wave of arrows from the Roman War ship came down on top of us. I saw my friends fall from the cliffs down below. I could hear more arrows whistling past me as I made my way down to shore.

Invading Britain

I was clearing out my house, when something caught the corner of my eye. I slowly lifted it from where it lay and gently blew away the thick black layer of dust. Underneath I found my Roman helmet all battered and scarred from the deadly battles I fought. Then I remembered. The calk white cliffs seemed to grow as we broke our way through the powerful waves. Our enemy was in clear sight. The oars stopped and we came to a grinding halt a few meters back from the pebbled beach. I froze with fear as Caesar stepped out onto the bow of the ship. Then the signal went. It took all my might as I through myself over the ship into the pounding waves. The water was streaming into my shoes weighing me down. I was dragged back underneath the waves as I desperately tried to wade my way to shore, as the enemies pounded towards us. The British cries made shivers run down my spine, but I knew what I had to do so I kept my courage. I fired my arrows as the British men scrambled down the cliff side, hitting them hard in the neck and arms, watching them tumble onto the stone beach lying there silent. The loud cries of orders came from the ships and we scrambled on board weak and breathless, but it was not over!

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