Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Bouncy brown curls neatly tuck away into a ponytail. She wears a light blue nurse cap on her head. Crystal blue eyes twinkle with kindness, filled with happiness and love. She shares her love with her patients. But that is all a dream to her now.

A long line down her face saturates the colour in her eye. Her dim blue eyes cover all her hate in her. Her ghostly face highlight the blood scatters everywhere. Deep purple lips blend in with her heart.

She limps across the hospital corridor, it's almost hard to remember all the patients that used to flood the corridors. Every memory is still left with detail. There is a long line of blood that drizzled down to the room. You can tell someone has made an effort to clean it up, but couldn't be bothered to do the rest. The blood stains remain on the wall, not even been touched by a single fly. Memories, that's her worse fear. As they keep coming back and nothing can stop them. The scars on her are still vivid, left from where someone had stabbed her. With her blurred sight, all that stood out to her was the darkness in her eyes.
“H-h-HELP!” A girl with a light brown bob-cut screams with all her heart. She drifts off into a painful sleep. That's when she knows nothing will be the same as it used to be. She was woken up with a girl crying but all her pain was finally gone but her happiness was taken with it.
“I’m sorry” The man that looked like a doctor said. “I’m really sorry.”
She heard that before something injected her. Slowly she started to fade away.

Her mind flashes back to where she is now. Her eyes flick around the corridor and she carries on limping. But mostly in her heart is loneliness.

Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Hide and seek

Hide and seek

Quick steps around the house
both Soraya and Izzi were gone.
Where should I hide?
Nine.. eight..
Her voice started to fade into a whisper.
My legs automatically moved showing no patience.

A warm wind blows in my face, the dark, grey carpet surrounds me.
The warmth of the heater travels around the lounge.
I crouch down next to the sofa,
making sure none can see me.

The light shines into my face,
eyeing every slight movement I do.
Someone's coming.

Tiptoe down the hallway
try not to get heard,
that someone, is the seeker.

Stay silent. Don't move. Or be found.
They stay at the door not even making a noise.
Waiting for you to peek out.
They disappear to find the others.

Loud, bold footsteps
echo down the hallway
not like the other foot step.

The urge to peek up tortures me.
I can’t help myself.
My head pokes up
at the end of the couch.
Phew, it was Maddy's dad.

Suddenly laughter is throughout the house.
All I can hear is giggles.
It spreads throughout the house
spreading joy and happiness.

My body is stiff, wanting to stretch.
But don't move.
Stay where you are.

Here she is again.
Her beady eyes scan the room.
Two people behind her,
Soraya and Izzi
have been found.
“She must be in here,
she can't be in any other room.”
Feet scuffle around the room.
“Mana I found you!”

Tuesday, 11 October 2016

The Dark Forest

The Dark Forest
By Mana & Carys 

“I'll get help! You stay there, Cherry!” I called, a high note of panic in my voice. I could see the tiny speck that was my 5-year-old sister beneath all the trees of The Dark Forest and her red hair flowing behind her.
No reply came back. She was gone.
Wet warm drops of tears start to leak out. What was I going to do now?

“WAKE… UP… MIA!” Somebody screeched in my ear.
“Waidd… What…? What?” I opened my eyes to see Cherry’s cheeky face peering down at me. “Did you brush your teeth last night?” I asked as Cherry’s awful breath flowed towards my nostrils. It was already clear she didn't. 
“Why are you sitting on me?”
“You wouldn't wake up.” She wailed. I snorted.
“Can you at least get off me now I'm awake?!”
Cherry jumped off me with a thump as she ran and to our Gramma, where she was making breakfast. I kicked my sheets away and pulled open the door of my pine wardrobe. Only dresses, dresses and more dresses, most of them dirty from rolling down the hills with Cherry and Gramma or playing role play games. I picked my last clean dress, a skinny lace trimmed dress. I sighed as I stared at my sky blue dress. I would rather wear this than wear one of my dirty dresses. 

The moment I step in the kitchen I heard Cherry’s irritating voice.
“Wonderful style.”
“Like you're perfect.” I spat. I sat down on my chair and took one glance of Cherry’s plate. Like always, she had only taken one bite of her toast. She always eats so slowly. 

My toast was still warm. The butter had now melted all over it, just the way I like it. When I sipped my hot milk, a warm, tingling sensation was sent down my body. 
“Can I tell my version of The Ugly Duckling?” Cherry volunteered, a smug look plastered on her face. 
“Sure.” Gramma said. But I think she knew this wasn't a good thing.
“Once there was a little girl named Mia. One day she wore an ugly dress so her Gramma didn't recognise her and she was teased by her sister so she ran away and her sister was very happy the end.” I turned scarlet.
“That's enough, Cherry.” Gramma said warningly.
 I walked away from my breakfast. My bed was now cold now. 
The sun was nearly up in the baby blue sky, touching the clouds. I decided to enjoy the last moment of the golden sunrise. I walked outside to see Cherry gazing at the orange beams of sun.

I prodded my older sister Mia hardly over and over again, but I couldn't wake her from her dream. Her warm bed sheets concealed her from the fact I was now trying to jump on her.
“Wake… Up… MIA!” I screeched.
“Whaa…?” Mia looked up at me, bleary eyed and confused. “Did you brush last night?” She asked. I gave her a toothy grin.
“Why are you sitting on me?” 
“You wouldn't wake up.” I wailed.
“Fine, I'm up.” 
“Yass!” I said happily under my breath as I ran out of her bedroom.

“Good, Cherry, you're awake.” My Gramma tottered around our small kitchen, warming up a jug of milk on the stove and toasting the bread. She stopped. “Is Mia awake yet?” She turned around to look at me.
“Only after I jumped  on her.” Gramma tutted at me and took the milk off the stove before separating it into 3 old-fashioned tea cups with patterns of robins decorated on them. 
“And I suppose she wasn't too happy with that.” Gramma tutted again as she laid out the table for breakfast. 
“Well-” Just as I said that, Mia walked in wearing one of those stupid lace-edged dresses. “Wonderful style.” I snorted.
“Like you've got perfect taste.” She shot back.
“Those dresses are ugly.” I pulled a face at her. She ignored me and bit into a piece of buttered toast that had been served by Gramma. After a while, I said something I never should have: “Gramma, can I tell you my version of ‘The Ugly Duckling’?” I asked.
“Yes, Cherry.”
“Once there was a little girl named Mia. One day she wore an ugly dress so her Gramma didn't recognise her and she was teased by her sister so she ran away and her sister was very happy the end.” Mia turned scarlet.
“That's enough, Cherry.” Gramma said sharply. 

Mia and I both loved our Gramma. When we were little (I still am) and the storms were howling outside, she would sing us lullabies, tell us stories and make hot chocolates. On sunny days, all three of us would roll down the hill towards the town and do the weekly shopping. Sometimes when Mia and I sat on the cliff facing the Dark Forest, Gramma would bring us snacks as we watched either the sun set or the sun rise. This was what we were doing now. Except, the sun was pretty much fully in the sky. The Dark Forest was the same every day, black scary trees, the occasional birds flying out. And one more thing. There were always trees walking around and talking to each other. That's a few reasons why nobody ever entered the Dark Forest. 

We were sitting on the cliff facing the forest. It was silent, apart from the odd bird singing in the trees before a sound of a bird being strangled filled the air. 
“Hey Cherry.” Mia's voice shattered the silence.
“What.” I replied. 
“This.” And with that, Mia gave me a small push. I stumbled slightly. My hand tried to grip into the edge, and Mia tried grabbing me. My hand was sweaty, and it slipped through hers and before I knew it, I was falling. I screamed loudly. I couldn't help it. The dot that was Mia grew smaller and smaller and smaller… Until I hit the hard ground and tumbled down the bank some more. Mia's smug face turned into a look of horror.
“Cherry! Stay where you are.” Mia called. I didn't reply. I was shocked beyond anything else. Now that I was here, I didn't know what to do. Everywhere looked the same. Black, deathly trees everywhere. There was no escape now. 

And when I looked up, there was no Mia to talk to either.

“Hey Cherry.” My voice shattered the silence.
“What.” Cherry replied. 
“This.” I nudged her with my elbow.
But one thing I didn't realise was that she was only 5. Next thing, she was slipping down the steep bank towards The Dark Forest. I tried to grab her arms, reaching as far as I could, but all I could see was the horror in her face.  Her little hand grabbed onto anything she could, but couldn't manage to hold herself. Her fingers digged into the dirt still slipping, leaving a trail behind. Her little face covered in mud looking right at me. Time stopped, she needed me more than every in her entire life. But I couldn't do anything. Her fragile body slipped faster and faster. She flung of the cliff and tumbled down into the dark forest.
Carefully I climbed down the hill near the edge of the cliff. I hesitate to go down even more. Big strong hands in the air tell everyone to not come in. My heart thumped loads, alerting all my senses to awareness. Everything started to seem all blurry as I shut my eyes and counted to ten.
“1… 2… 3…” I hope that everything is a dream. “4… 5… 6.” Cherry will soon come into my room and wake me up. “7… 8… 9… 10.” I open my eyes at wide as I can. Nothing. 
“Mia, Cherry!” Gramma calls us. “I've got snacks!” What was I going to tell her? I wasn't going to tell her:  ‘Oh I pushed Cherry off the cliff it will now be only us two now’. There's no way I'm telling her that. Not yet.
“Cherry and I are going to the lakes. Can you put them in a basket?” I didn't want Gramma to get all worried.  

I had lost my Mum and Dad and now I had lost my sister. Suddenly my memories took me back in time… Flashes of hot red flame smothered our house as ashes flickered down. I was only 6 and Cherry was a baby. I didn't know what to do. Mum and Dad shouted something but there yells were deaf to me, only the sounds of flickering fire enter my head. The next moment I was awake is when Gramma was hugging me, her wet tears melted into mine. I could just make out that she was saying. 
“You're alive, that's what matters.”
“H-h-how's Ch-Cherry?”
“She's fine. Thanks to you.” Gramma smiled at me. “Now just rest.”

I looked up from my bed. Gramma walked in and smiled at me.
“Where's Cherry?” She asked. I founds you asleep on the hill.”
I must have fainted or this might all be a dream and Cherry’s OK.
“Ummm… Playing by the edge, as usual.” I faltered, lies just kept tumbling out. “I'll go check on her.” I rushed outside, determined to run away from the lies I had told. 

Tears leaked out of my eyes, one by one. I felt more helpless than ever, looking up at the towering cliff I had fallen down. I turned around slowly. No happy sunlight could pierce through the black leaves. A blanket of mist covered the ground like snow. The trees were blackened and shrivelled, like a fire had broken free among The Dark Forest. I shuffle backwards and tremble. The bitter wind snapped at my red hair. I was paralyzed, my eyes riveted to one of the trees. Was it just me, or did that tree just move? 
“Well, there's no hope now.” I mumbled gloomily. 
“Look what we have here, boys.” The closest tree to me said. The voice tortured me like a thousand knives. 
“Oooo… We have din- ow!” Said another tree. The first tree had elbowed it hard. “I mean, are you joining us for dinner?” He said politely in his goofy voice. 
“Uhhh… I think I'll just… Go?” I said nervously.
“I think not.” The first tree said coldly. With that, he picked me up in his branches and carried me off, no matter how much I kicked and screamed.

He carried me into a dark clearing, where a fire danced and trees swayed in the wind. They sung some strange, negative, deep songs, which sounded like the definite opposite of Oprah. They sounded pretty drunk. 
“OI! Get the fire going! We have a guest!” He smiled mischievously. “And dinner.” I screamed loudly. Suddenly a blossom petal brushed against my face. I turned around, and watched it fly away. 
“Don't go!” I choked. There was a lump of fear inside my throat. That blossom petal was the only thing I had seen for ages that wasn't black, grey or green. 
“Shut up!” Snapped the tree. I fell quiet. Suddenly the trees started blowing fiercely. What could have been a hundred blossom petals flew into sight, and they formed a person who charged down one of the trees.
“LEAVE HER.” She whispered threateningly. Soon more of her friends arrived, and one by one the trees disappeared. “Come now. Let's get you home.

I searched over the hills down to the town, I searched down to the river side, only one more place left the forest. I didn't dare myself to go but one part of me new cherry needed me. A little voice in me called, a voice of Cherry’s.  

The breeze swept my face blowing on my hazel hair. 
I crouched down, looking down at the ground.
“Now what was going to do?” I whisper to myself. I was helpless more than ever, just like what happened at the fire. Drops of my tear grow my fear into a big fierce monster. I was now out of control of myself, all I wanted to do was run, run away from all the lies, run away from the dark forest and run away from my fears.
“What's the matter?” My heart jumped, who was that?
“Who are you.” I  shivered with fear, not daring myself to look up. 
“Don't be scared, just look up.” The butterflies in my stomach panicked as I scrunch my tummy in. My brain told me not to look up but I went with my heart and looked up.
There a tree smiled at me, he was hard on the outside but really soft in the inside. 
“Who are you?” I had a lost sister that I may not see ever again and NOW I AM IMAGINING THINGS. “I thought all the trees were evil. Like the one that took my si-s-sis-ter.” I choked on my words, tears started wash down my face. “They took my sister.” I said sadly.
“Oh” The tree looked worried, “Was the girl with the red hair your sister?”
“This place used to be a happy place. Now…” He sighed. His head drooped down. 
“Why isn't this place a happy place?” I asked, confused.
“We used to play with the Tree Nymphs. Each day was better than the day before. Of course this was before your mum and dad died. Then a dark force turned the woods into a dark place. Most trees joined the dark force, attempting to rid humans from the woods. Soon the Tree Nymphs died. Not a single one left. The dark force took over.”
“My sister really has no chance then.” I whispered hysterically. “How do you know about my parents?” 
“We know everything about you especially your gramma, she used to play with everyday.”
“We still need to find my sister.”
Suddenly a pink thing that looked like a person flew out of The Dark Forest, CARRYING CHERRY. She was around a metre and a half, but yet there was nothing threatening about her.
“Tree Nymphs!” His  face  brightened then his brows twisted.
“I hope you feel good about pushing her off.” She said sternly.
“Pushing her off? You said she fell off!” He shrieked. 
“I did not push her off!”
“Actually, she shoved me a little and I fell off.” Cherry said.
“And you have to be nice to your sister.” She turned to Cherry.
“WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?” Gramma shrieked.
“It's a long story.” I said.
“Yup.” Cherry replied. Everything was back to normal.

Now The Dark Forest isn't dark any more. 

Thursday, 22 September 2016


We read an article about a fleet of research waka which spent two years criss crossing the Pacific ocean, observing rubbish in the Pacific Ocean.   They noticed that if they found rubbish in the ocean, it usually meant they were getting close to land.  Because of this, we infer that most rubbish in the ocean comes from land. 

We wondered if the rubbish in our playground might have a similar trend.   We decided, before lunch on Wednesday last week, to go and find out. 

We split the school into 12 sections on a map.  Each section had a group of scientist (us!) to make observations and inferences.

We put a red dot on the map wherever we found a piece of rubbish and collected all the rubbish.
After lunch we went back, and noted with a blue dot, any new rubbish found in our area.  We also collected this rubbish.   This is our map, showing where we found rubbish, both times.

Our observations and inferences: 
These red dots on our map represent the rubbish before we went out to lunch. We found out that the red dot rubbish was around the same place near rubbish bins and around the fences. 
We think the reason this happens is when people tip the rubbish in uncarefully and it falls out the sides. We also think the wind blows the rubbish into the fences or the kids play around behind room 22.  

The rubbish is not spread out evenly on the map. This is because kids have particular places where they like to drop rubbish. Like under the buildings, behind the fence or anywhere that would be out of bounds or places people are unable to go to pick up the rubbish. Another common place to drop rubbish is places where there is already a lot of rubbish because it blends in.
Some areas like under the buildings and the in the fences 
have a lot of rubbish because percent people think that no one will go under the buildings any time soon so they put their rubbish under there.
The most found type of rubbish we found was chip packets and wrap. We found the chip packets and wrap near the fence behind rm 22.
We think this is because people are eating beside the buildings and they throw Their food and rubbish under there and rubbish on the ground be blown and get caught in the fences and get stuck by the leaves that are in the ditch.

There was a problem with our data as there was some rubbish that we didn't pick up. Also there was unretrievable rubbish and the map wasn't exactly to scale.
The wind blows most pieces of rubbish away somewhere else in the school For an example if most of the rubbish was in the middle of the court and the wind was blowing, it will go to the side of a building or a fence.

What have you learnt about rubbish in your playground?
I have learnt that there is barely any rubbish on the playground before lunch and after lunch. I think that because people are not allowed to eat on the playground. But there is the odd piece of rubbish.

We also classified the types of rubbish that we found, which can be seen on this graph:


After we made these observations and inferences, we were left with questions as to why people in our school failed to put their rubbish in the bins! Why does so much end up back around the school after one break time? Maybe it is falling out of people's pockets? Perhaps it's the winds fault? Or maybe the students of Waimairi school are dropping it on purpose?

Since then, we have recorded how rubbish was dropped at morning tea and lunch. Basically, we spied on the school! We, as scientists, have completed an investigation into why rubbish is ending up on the ground. On Thursday the 18th of August, we went out at morning tea and lunchtime to make observations of you all, collecting data to find out how rubbish gets on the ground.

We split up into 12 groups. At morning tea we spread ourselves around the whole school to observe. At lunchtime we spread the 12 groups around the lunch eating areas and observed what happened to the rubbish. 
We have made inferences from our observations and here is what we found:


At morning tea time, Waimairi school dropped 205 pieces of rubbish. That's 2 out of 5 people on average who dropped rubbish. 110 pieces of rubbish were dropped on purpose, which is more than half of the rubbish we observed being dropped. We also saw 46 pieces of rubbish dropped without the person realising that they had dropped it, often as they were walking.We also saw rubbish being dropped from pockets.

The places we found that rubbish had been dropped the most, were the Te Puna block, the walkway down to Ara Atu and the playground behind room 13. We think this might be because people playing in these areas may not understand why it is important to put rubbish in the bin. We also inferred that since there's big bushes at Ara Atu, people think they can hide their rubbish there.

Also, there is no rubbish bin in sight of the playground in these areas, so people lazily drop it instead. We think that most people do this because they think that they can hide it, or can get away with dropping it, even when they know it is wrong. And they do get away with it! Why don't people take a little walk over to the bin to put their rubbish where it belongs? 


At lunchtime, 219 pieces of rubbish were dropped throughout the school JUST during lunch eating time. That's 2 out of every 5 people in the school on average. that is a large amount of people to be dropping rubbish.
From what we saw, 79 pieces of rubbish were dropped on purpose, and 44 were left where people were eating. 

Just like at morning tea time, we think that around the school most of the people drop the rubbish because there's not enough rubbish bins around. Although there are already some bins, there only a few, and sometimes not in the best places. 
We also think that some children might not be able to reach the bins because we observed the bins are quite a bit taller than some junior children. Younger students also may not understand why it is bad to leave rubbish on the ground.

We could maybe get more and smaller bins to show others that bins are valued around the school but we think most of the kids already know about why we shouldn't  drop rubbish - because it will cause lots of problems for the animals in our environment and make our school look messy.

We spotted some differences between Morning Tea and Lunchtime. At lunch-eating time, more pieces of rubbish were dropped than the whole of morning tea time, even though morning tea is longer than lunch eating time. We think that more rubbish was dropped at lunch because more food is eaten at lunchtime and there would be a bigger chance of rubbish flying out of their lunchboxes. Lunch food is also more likely to have wrappers. However we also inferred that people might deliberately litter so that they don’t get in trouble for walking to the bin - as we are not allowed to stand up during lunch eating time.

Under the classroom is also a common place to put rubbish. But the reason  that people drop rubbish there is because they think no one will notice. But we did! But if you think that you get away with it, then you are wrong because we see rubbish everywhere, even in sneaky places where people will think you can't see it.

Overall, 424 pieces of rubbish were dropped in the 45 minutes we were observing that day. That’s almost one piece of rubbish per person. If nobody ever picks this rubbish up, then by the end of the week there would be 2120 pieces of rubbish floating around the school.  Many people dropped their rubbish on purpose, but also accidentally, leaving it where they ate or hiding it.

We think if we all work together our school can be cleaner by just simply walking  to the bin, because just doing a simple thing like that will help to make a big difference. But we also think that during lunch eating time we should be allowed to stand up to walk to the bin to put our rubbish in it. We will be discussing this with the teachers. This means people will be less likely to throw it in the bushes, under the buildings, leave it where they were eating or just throw it on the ground.

We also plan to write to the board of trustees to see if we can have more bins built permanently into the areas that we’ve observed to gather the most rubbish. We also need bins that are the right size for younger kids as well.

So what is the most important thing for you to remember from today? Do not drop rubbish on purpose. It’s pretty simple.  Please walk the few metres to the bins, otherwise we will all be swimming in a pool of rubbish.

Monday, 19 September 2016

Fear not

This year (2016)my speech was on fears and how we have to overcome them even if things looks tough.
We were learning how to make our speeches high standard, by using different language features like vivid verbs, precise nouns, metaphors, repetition and other language features. We were also learning to connect to our audience.
While we writing our speeches we keep in mind to use those features in our speech.
I think I did well since I used most of these features for example I used the power of 3 that is instead of saying 2 example you will say 3 example.
I think my speech was organised well, it flowed nicely between my important ideas. My ideas connected to my point of view.
At first I wasn't confident of presentation my speech, but my friends gave me tips of how to deliver my speech well. I got a lot more confidently when I practiced it over and over again.

Please click here to listen to my speech or read it down below.

What is your fear? Maybe it's the dark when you're curled up in your bed, as the darkness wears a quite sound. Or perhaps it’s heights tiptoeing across the wood bridge as you hear the strong current of the river under you. Or even bugs that crawl around the bushes waiting to jump right at you.
I have a question to ask you. How do you overcome a fear?

Imagine that your in your togs with hot red cheeks and puffy purple lips with a puff of a steamy breath.
“Watch this!” You hear your friend's last words before she plummets off the diving board, turning in mid air. She cuts through the water down to the bottom. Down, down, down. She disappears. Then eventually emerges, with a grin on her face. It’s your go now. 1,2,3 you hop up onto the board. 4,5,6 careful steps down to the edge. 7,8,9 looking down at the in the pool. Take one big breath. Your friend is screaming in the background saying.”You can do it.” You feel a wave of courage come to you. Leaping into the sky as you stumble to the pool. You did it. You can conquer your fear when others support you. The person that was doing the flip was me and my friend Soraya who encouraged me on.

Now imagine you’re in your cold bed that engulfs you in your sheets. The room is a never ending darkness with a deafening silence.
Patter patter patter. Too soft for a human. Too soft for something dropping. Just right for a living creature. Your blood drains cold, as your heart pounds harder and harder. You peak other the covers not moving a muscle. Two bloodshot eyes glare at you in the darkness. A little ball of  fur lays asleep. A kitten. In these situations we could think to yourself that nothing bad was going to happen. Think logically what the true thing is going to be.

We can all do something to overcome a fear. A fear can be a big mountain that we have to get over, even if things looks daunting ahead of us. Instead of taking advantage of your fear it will take advantage of you. But if you didn't have that fear you wouldn't have the proud  feeling when you overcome it, you wouldn't have felt great, you would have just done it.
Sometimes fears help us learn and grow, we just have to overcome them. Remember to always think logically each time and don't over think it and have friends to support you.And if your friends have  fear, support them no matter what and don't give up.

Thursday, 7 July 2016

How we can make a brighter future

Imagine this. You are a 10yr old kid and your mum and dad just dropped you off at school in Christchurch, the other side of the world from where you were born. You enter the school with hundreds and hundreds of kids chattering; it echoes through your empty brain. Most of them mutter under their breath to their friends looking at something behind you. You look back, but nothing's there. Then you realize they are looking at you. 
You manage to get through to lunch time. Everyone runs outside, waving their lunch boxes around. You slowly walk to where everyone ran too. Your hands grips onto your lunch box, harder and harder, till you hear a crack. Every seat is taken so you sit down in the shade of a building. It is cold and wet but better than standing up in the open. 
You take your first bite of your sandwich, normally your favourite food, but today it just tastes like cardboard. You wish you could go home.

New Zealand has a big problem that not many people know about. More than six percent of New Zealanders (187,000) feel discriminated against, because they were treated unfairly or unfavourably. People get discriminated mostly by their skin colour, race, nationality or ethnicity. Will we be able to stop this.

Prejudice is a nasty label that people put on each other by what they do act and say.  This can happen without realising that they may be harming someone. Prejudice happens when they have an opinion about someone else without meeting them or have any experience about them. People often speak before they think and can harm other people. 
We interviewed an immigrant and she told us about when she was only a girl. When she was a girl and just moved to Christchurch from Iran, she often felt that prejudice was present. It a big impact on her first day at school because sometimes her classmates said stuff like "Is there a bomb in your lunch box?" Or at chemistry class they would ask: "What are you making?" and a classmate would say,"A bomb" and they would go off laughing.
These things can hurt people and they wouldn't want to go to school anymore. These things are often caused by movies, books, social media, friends and family. People should stop judging people by the way they look, or how they act because no one can choose what they look like or how they talk when they were born. I think people need to start respecting each other's thoughts and beliefs. They should start listening to each other and connect their ideas together. To start making a better future, and not ones with wars and other awful things.

We do all kind of thing to make people feel alienated. Even the smallest things can lead to BIG things. Frowning at them or ignoring them can make them feel unwanted. People sometimes stare at people who look different, whisper and laugh. But the really horrible thing is we just stand there and watch. We watch as they sit alone, as they hope they can go home. We watch every single tear drip down their cheek. It is time that we do something about it and not just watch. I think everyone feels guilty to see someone sit there feeling terrible. We sit there not knowing what to do. I think we can do better, I think we should stand up for each other and include them and be nice to them.

The good news is that we don't always do that. Sometimes we can make people feel great too. A small thing can lead into a big thing. By starting off you can just smile at them and say "Hello how are you?" This can lead into a conversation making the person feel included.You can say things good about them and just that will make their day. If this person was feeling lonely and your friend goes should we invite her to play would you say no or yes? Think to yourself - do you treat immigrants the same as you treat your friends? If there's a new student at the school, you could give them a school tour or host a party. But the most important thing we need to do is make sure we are not treating them differently. 

We can make things better and make migrants feel included. I think New Zealand can work together and make everyone feel welcome and not unwelcome. We can learn about other languages and cultures. We can include people into community things or host a party with the neighbourhood. Or we can invite others to have coffee or tea with us. Just simple things can include them and feel like they are included in our community. 

We can all do something that can help a migrant or just someone that looks lost. It may be just smiling at them. The smallest thing can make a big impact, and not only will that person feel better, it can make you feel really good too. This world needs to start choosing right things to say and do, before they go down a path that leads to wars and disagreement. We can all start a new world where we are the people that makes people feel happier and safe. It your choice, which one will you choose?

Tuesday, 24 May 2016


Fear is a nightmare for a ten year old, especially for me.
Goose bumps show up on my arms as a cold wind comes by. Soraya slowly makes her way to the end of the diving board, showing no signs of fear. Calmly she position herself and yells out "Are you watching Mana!?"
"Ya" I answer back. She glances back at me making sure I was. She starts hopping up and down rocking the board. Soraya curls up into a ball in mid air and "SLASH" she lands in the water.

I put my first foot on the board and then the second. My eye scan every inch of the diving board, to the very tip of the board. My legs tremble as I start walking slowly to the end. I was shivering everywhere, I could hardly walk. The board feels like sandpaper it rubs against my feet.

My eyes flick to the side, the lifeguard was fiddling with his yellow and red jacket. He was looking down at his shoes, concerns and fears have now taken over me. My eyes are glued to the rocking water.  Soraya shivers in the background, trying to make me confident enough to jump. "You can do it Mana! It doesn't hurt, it's only water," "only if you land in a bad position" she says under her breath.
My ears prick up by the sound "bad position." This didn't help at all! I tried rocking the board up and down but that was no use my legs were paralysed. 

"You all right?" The lifeguard asked. My toes clench onto the board, the fear of someone pushing me off scared me.
"Are you trying to do a flip?" I glare at him and nod. "Do you know how to flip." My eyes still on the water concentrating. 
"Jump a little and look down at the water and try look up before you will gradually be looking forward." By the way he said it, it sounded like it was easy. My toes loosen so I can do little jumps to get myself prepared for the flip.
"You can do it Mana!" I let go of the board hovering through the air, I rush through all the things that the lifeguard has said. I go through the steps carefully but fast. I glance down at the water and to the sky. The sky was dark but little bits light peeked through. It was dark under my eyelids, I was still in the air probably near the water. My toe skim the very top of the water lightly. My eyes flash open and "SPLASH"

I paddle myself up to get air, guiding myself to the ladder. Soraya in the background screaming." YOU DID IT MANA" 
"YAY!"  The lifeguard wasn't sure to stop her or not. When I get out of the water, Soraya greets me with a BIG smile. That day even if I was freezing I had a warm glow inside of me.

We were learning to connect the emotion to our writing by using our bright sparks book. We all used the emotions of fear, scared and nervous and wrote it in the present tense. 
I think I improved with connecting with the emotion and showing it. I went well by using the simple question and turning it into a complex sentence. I learnt that using some dialogue can explain the emotion. For an example "My eye scan every inch of the diving board"
Overall I think I did well with connecting with emotion. My next step is to read it through to see if it makes sense and to make sure I don't use the same bright sparks words a twice.