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Monday, 4 November 2019

Is this real or fake?


Are these picture real or fake?

Friday, 25 October 2019

What makes a trustworthy family!

Good families are built on strong relationships with good communication. Family is about trust, honesty, loyalty, respect and love.

Trust impacts the strength of a good family. It's also important to show faith and respect to your relatives and never lie to your family. As an example, you see your mother's wallet and you look through and you see a $10 note. You take that $10 note and use it to buy food. Once you return, your mother asks you where her $10 is. You feel anxious and nervous and so you blame your siblings for taking it. Don't lie about something you did, it's better to take responsibility for your own choices.

Love is also a requirement of a good family. You should always show aroha and mana to your family and especially your parents. Always help your mother clean the house or help your father do the garden or even share your belongings with your younger siblings. 

Spending time with your family is more important than spending time on your device. Families help you through everything and there is no perfect family in this world every family is special.

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

Treasure Box!

As I lay on the stone cold floor the bombs get louder and louder. I snuggle up against my father, feeling frightened that I will never be awakened from my slumber!. 

Everywhere I look, buildings are collapsing, bombs erupting and people rushing out of their houses. As I dash quickly out of my village, I stop and think, where are my friends? I turn back trying to find them, but it is hard to see through the smoke and fire that floats through the air. I decided to continue on my way out. As I look back, I see, horrified, that soldiers are throwing bombs and shooting everywhere.

It has been days and my feet are burning, stomach is aching, skin is dry and my body is weak. We finally made it to a new but dilapidated village. It was huge and frightening but it was enough for us to stay in for the night. I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking that I might find my mother here. I searched and searched but no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't find her. We were all woken up with the sound of bombing, it got closer and closer so we all evacuated quickly and started to continue our journey. I heard the sound of coughing and sniffing from my father, but I didn't really think about it. All I was thinking about was trying to save my father and myself.

Hours passed by and the sound of coughing continued. I started to get worried and stressed because my father looked really pale and weak. He handed me a strange box that was wrapped in a thick cloth and said, "This is a book about our people, about us. It is rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver and greater than gold." I didn't have time to read it because as I turned my head to see my father, he was lying on the ground taking his last breath closing his eyes slowly. His friends helped me bury him with a long rusty cloth. It was hard to see and it was the most horrible and heartbreaking moment I had ever been through. I decided to say a short prayer and leave a small sunflower as a reminder of us together. I continued, leaving the suitcase behind and taking the box. It was upsetting not having someone beside me but I knew that my father would be happy with me no matter what I did in life.

My journey has been stressful, without my father or mother here to encourage me through this amazing journey. I am now old enough to afford an apartment. I am currently working as a teacher. I teach others about our people from the past and the struggles they have to go through to protect themselves because they had nothing, but rusty old blankets. Every day after work, I think about visiting my father, but I never get the opportunity to, I am busy teaching or having important meetings. Today I thought, ''Should I visit my father So as I was strolling around the neighbourhood, I was thinking about visiting my father and my old village. The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of beautiful chirping.

I have decided to go back and visit my past. After many hours travelling I spotted a tree I remember burying the box under. As I get closer and closer I remember burying the book under the Linden Tree! I walk closely to the tree and I see a little girl sitting there. I asked politely if she would help me dig up the box, and she agreed. So we started to dig, using a trowel. The little girl asked, ''will there be rubies, silver or gold inside?" Once we found it, I told her that, ''this book, it is rarer than rubies, more splendid that silver and greater than gold. This book is about our people and us!" Once the little girl was satisfied, she left and told her family.

I was excited to see my beloved father. I arrived, I told my father what I had been doing these past few years and what I am doing for a living. After talking for a while, I decided to visit my old village. As I looked closely, I see the new and colorful changes that had happened. I searched and searched to see where my old house was, but as I tried and tried harder I still couldn't find it. It was like my memories got wiped. I didn't really think much about it, but I was devastated and upset that I couldn't remember. 

Finally it was time I put the treasured book back into the new and secure library, and let generations read it. 

THE END!!

Thank you for taking your time to read my interesting and shocking narrative. It took me days to complete this so leave a helpful, kind and thoughtful comment on what your opinion was on my writing. 













Monday, 16 September 2019

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Wednesday, 28 August 2019

Treasure Box

Father is sick!!

As I snuggle up with dad in this old shed, I feel his hot forehand and his warm hands overheating my body. Its been an hour and it has been stoney silence. I felt worried and weak that I may not be able to speak to my father again.

The Burial Day!!

I feel heart broken, lost and consumed looking down at my father. My eyes can see the dry mud surrounding my father as he lays inside a dusty thin sheet. I burst into tears as I see him go. I walk away, I feel gloomy and depressed, now I'm all alone.

Wednesday, 21 August 2019

Treasure Box!

During this horrible attack, I see other villages running as quick as they can to escape this terrifying moment. As I am running out, I can hear people crying, screaming and shouting at each other to hurry up!. While I'm running, trying to escape I feel scared and terrified because it might be my last days on earth. As I turn around trying to look for my family, I smell smoke from the bombs and burning houses.

The road is hot and steamy from the burning sun. My shoes are ripped from all the running and tripping. My feet are feeling exhausted just  like me. As I try my best to keep walking and shelter for myself, I hear the shooting and explosion from a mile away, I see the blood dripping on the ground from peoples injuries. Night past by, and everyone's asleep. As we gather together my back hurts from the hard rock and pointy branches.

It's been 2 days and we've arrived to our new destination. The house is a bit rusty and the wood was all dusty. In my mind I was thinking about continuing, but the weather was extremely, hot I had to find a house to stay in. I was excited that we found a new village but worried that the next morning my friends and I wouldn't be able to open our eyes. The soldiers still never gave up. It was terrifying and frightening at the same time, but I kept my hopes up that I would still live.