As bullets fly, soldiers die, It's time to say goodbye, Poppies grow, in midnight's flow, As bombs fly, soaring through the sky, Graves of slaves, who died in war, Let's have peace, not grief, No war anymore   By Elsie and Millie Cyan Class

Sapphire's Newsletter Our 2nd week back had an investigation into how Tutankhamun died.  We had to look at different theories as well as copies of x-rays of his skeleton showing the damage to his body. We used all of this to come up with our own ideas and then...