Can Someone Catch the Moon

By Anne Beech

Peter and Tom were best friends. Their favourite things at school were football and science. They were so excited to learn that the headteacher wanted to start a school football team. The chances of the team being successful were greatly increased when a new pupil joined who had amazing skills. Alex could do more keepie uppies than anyone else in the school.

The science room, the Brain Box, was a wonderful inspiring place full of amazing displays and scientific equipment. All the children loved their teacher, Mr B.

Imagine the boys upset and disappointment, when they learned that the football pitch and the Brain Box were to be demolished to make way for a new housing estate.

What could the children do to stop it happening? Would they ever get to play in a football team and how could they help to keep their beloved science room safe?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Apr 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9781035839209

Anne Beech

After initially training as a nurse Anne stopped work to raise her two children. She returned to work, a few years later, but this time in an inner-city primary school. Anne really enjoyed working with the children. Reading is a vital life skill and she loved helping the children to achieve their full potential. This also inspired her to write her own books.

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About the Author

After initially training as a nurse, Anne Beech stopped work to raise her two children. She returned to work but this time in an inner-city primary school. Anne really enjoyed working with the children. Reading is a vital skill and she loved helping the children to achieve their full potential. This also inspired her to write her own book based on the daily routine in a school that the children could easily relate to.

Dedication

For all teachers and support staff.

Helping to inspire future generations.

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Anne Beech 2024

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Acknowledgement

My family for their ongoing love and support.

Chapter 1

Quick, can someone catch the Moon before it rolls under the table.

I’ll get it. Peter jumped out of his seat and crawled under the table pushing the swinging legs of his classmates out of the way. He soon emerged holding up the small ball shaped Moon above his head like a trophy.

Thank you, Peter, I don’t think I will try that again. If you all stay sat down, I’ll play a video that will explain everything I was trying to do.

It was science. They were supposed to be learning how the Earth orbits the Sun and the Moon orbits the Earth. However, the demonstration Mr B had been trying to show them had been a complete disaster. Not only had he dropped the Moon but the model of the Sun, a large orange balloon, had popped causing everyone to jump out of their seats and Olivia to cry. She would cry at least twice a day about something, so it wasn’t really a surprise.

As the video played, a cartoon animation of the Earth, Peter leaned back and looked at Mr B.

All the children loved Mr B. His full name was Mr Bakayoko but nobody could say his name properly so everyone just called him Mr B. He was tall, dark skinned and although he was born in England, his parents had originally come from Africa. Stephen Fredricks had asked him if he was a Marvel hero. The latest blockbuster film was about a warrior African prince who had special powers to defeat evil. Mr B had laughed before answering that it wasn’t him but his brother!

When he had first started at the school, a parent had been rude to him and told him to go back to where he came from, to which he replied he didn’t want to live in London, he liked it here. Peter’s mum had explained that that was racism when someone was mean to or treated someone differently just because their skin was a different colour from their own. That’s weird Peter thought. Every summer, adults lie on the beach or in the garden hoping to get their skin to go darker. Adults can be very stupid, he thought to himself.

In most primary schools, one teacher stays with the class all year teaching everything. At Cameron Street, things were done a bit differently. A few years ago, the new headteacher, Mr Turner, had decided to change things around. The class teacher would still teach English, Maths and History but the other lessons would be taught by other teachers. This change had made Cameron Street one of the best schools in the area. It was thought it was better to have an expert teach Science, Music, PE and Art. There was now a waiting list to get into the school. Mr B taught everyone from reception up to year 6.

Science lessons were taught in a special classroom, The Brain Box.

To get to it, you had to leave the main building and walk across the playground, go past the nursery with all the crying babies and toddlers, to the edge of the football field.

It was the oldest part of the school which had been converted into the science room. Tom, Peter’s best friend, reckoned it used to be a church and was haunted, because sometimes you could hear strange noises coming from under the floor.! It was a large red brick building with a high ceiling and wooden beams up the walls. Above the big heavy wooden door was a sign, Welcome to the Brain Box; are you ready for a brain adventure!

As you entered, straight in front of you was a large model of a brain with arrows pointing to various parts of it explaining which bits controlled speech, movement, emotions and breathing.

There was a large skeleton in the corner, just plastic not real, next to a life size poster of a person You could see where the heart, lungs, kidneys, stomach and intestines were.

A very large picture of an eye seemed to follow you