My first day at school

It felt like I was pursuing the first chapter of my life, feeling confident and excited that I was attending a new school. When I was younger I watched my older brother get prepared and dash out the door whle I, inquisitively, asked my mum about the primary that my older sibling went to.

When I walked through the door of my new classroom the students were all rambunctious and really loud. I felt excluded at first but then I met a great friend called Taripa. It was great playing with him and he was my best friend but something tragic happened; he moved to Christchurch 2 years later. But anyway, back to my story. When I discovered my teacher she was remarkable as she loved cooking and most of all she loved children and never scolded anyone. She once made cookies which tasted scrumptious and sweet. Her name was Miss Mathias.

When the bell rang for lunch me and my new radiant friend Taripa played heroic games that featured all around the school for a period of hours.

Time went very fast and it was already time to go home! I waited impatiently inside the classroom wanting to tell my mum about my first day.

By Niko Moala, Year 6
Weymouth Primary

A Soldier’s Experience in World War 1

The night has faded, out comes the sun and I rise for a new day to come. My shirt is filthy. It’s rotten like a really bad sewage. My poor nose has to inhale smells of blood from dead people and animals. My nose has to inhale other soldier’s toe jams. Smoke fills the earth from bombs, vehicles, guns and other war equipment. The smells from the chemicals lying around on the streets are ready to kill.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Bullets are flying from guns. It’s like the worst nightmare ever! This place is out of control. This place is dangerous, and this place can kill me. I’m hiding under the silver smoothed surfaced table, shooting other soldiers. The smoke around me generates my eyes to have bad vision and leaves me in sorrow.
So I close my eyelids for a moment and rest, then a ladies voice screams and gives me a fright. I open my eyes eager to find out what is going on. I open my eyes and find the table has been removed. I feel frightened like a little baby drowning in a pool. It’s now 12:00pm and I’ve lost control of what I’m doing. My head’s in the clouds. Screams spring from below. Prayers are heard from above.
I hear water dripping. Drip drop drip drop. I have to have a sip. I’m on my knees crawling so desperate for this water. I then find it and drink a little. Wow I feel so alive. As alive as a waterfall so activated it won’t stop pouring water. Yeah, get my gun ready then . . . Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! I knock you down! I sing my favourite song to show how joyful I am for shooting five soldiers dead “click” just like that. Bang, bang, YEAH!
“Oh blast”, the temper of this war is rising and is getting worse. My destitute tongue can taste the mud, water and grass that are drifting everywhere. Eww, yuck, this mud tastes like spinach with marmite on it, the blood tastes like mashed mussels with the black stuff from the squid. I wish this war never existed.
I should just commit suicide right now. This is stupid. I’m angry, scared, hungry, dirty, smelly, lonely and desperate. I need to go home and take a good bath. As I said I’m tired, I’m smelly and hungry! My body shows no excitement for this event. It’s 3:00pm and my clothes are damp making it hard for me to carry. My clothes are full of muddy imprints and black deep hollows; it’s easy for me to hide because my clothing blends in with the environment. I guess this is the fashion for war. Sassy! But if my fashion stylist saw what I was wearing, my passion for fashion will be swept away in the deep blue sea.
I need to get out of here. Where’s an exit? Oh there, I run at full speed, but then trip over a stupid solid stone. WHOOPS. Now I hear laughing from a bunch of soldiers. Where is it coming from? Who’s laughing? What’s so funny? Oh no a soldier has me in his sight ready to shoot me! Oh the horror, as soon as I see the bullet flying in my direction my wonderful memories party back to me. It’s 7:00pm on the first of September 1916. I die and my body is dispirited.


Alvina Nanai Room 3, Clendon Park

Ladybirds

Little
Amazing
Delightful
Yellow
Beautiful
Interesting
Red
Different
Strong

By Ata-Tyla and Solomone, Clendon Park

Spiders

Scary
Play dead
Insect
Dangerous
Egg layers
Run away fast
Spiky

By Dallin and Katalina, Clendon Park

Caterpillar

Crawl
Amazing
Talented
Eat lots of food
Rippled
Pretty
Interesting
Live amongst the leaves
Little
Alive
Rainbow colours
Smooth

By Latisha and Martin, Clendon Park

Misery Island

One day many years ago, on an island in hell called misery island, five people were stuck in the Island. By the way these people’s names were John, Philip, Shanelle, Queyst and Shanya. Those five people lived in a very big cave called Mishima. Philip, the eldest was always mucking around in cave school. However John was always reading and keeping on time every time the teacher was asking him something. His name was Mr Quiversation. Shanelle got kicked out of school for swearing and for not keeping her hands to herself. And Queyst, was a very nice guy but was a Handicap. So you see the differences of the personalities of these five brothers and sisters. As years past the five brothers and sisters started to get older .As they got older they started to learn about magic. But as they started to get interested in magic a robot controlled ninja came hopping to Misery Island shaking. He hopped so fast that he hopped one more time and he landed in an excellent trap that the five brothers and sisters made in case of an emergency. “Youchhhhhh!” The ninja landed on a hedgehog and the spikes of the hedgehog sunk into the ninjas butt. Meanwhile, while the five students were learning magic they learnt a spell. Its special word was “quksilver dotius” this is a spell that could turn people into animals. Overall it was a “oh no!” Suddenly the five brothers and sisters heard a sound. “Hustle thump hustle thump hustle thump!”, “a three headed snake!” Philip shouted from the other side of the class. As he took one good glance at the three headed snake the three headed snake ate up Philip “oh no!” said Shanelle. And then when the others looked the three headed snake chomped up Shanelle, Shanya and John before they could know it. Now that left Queyst. But the problem was that he couldn’t do anything. He was cornered!!! He was surrounded by heads!!! Before he knew it he was going to be eaten!!! Suddenly, he took out his sword and cut one of the snakes head!!! Before the snake could munch him up he ran for his life and he escaped. So here Queyst was all by himself with a great story to tell to his kids. 409 years later… he has kids now his wife’s name is Stacey. His kids’ names are Abex, Richard Alex and Jibby. They are all boys. So Queyst isn’t all by himself he has a wife and kids “wait a minute where are my kids?”
Here we go again….

TO BE CONTINIUED….

By Sonatane Room 11

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, there was a girl called Stephanie. Stephanie lived with her parents. Stephanie was very lucky because she was a princess. One day, Stephanie said to her parents ‘’I am going to go for a walk in the forest”.
“Alright”, said her parents in a shivering voice.
“Thank you” Stephanie said to her parents.
Off she went into the forest shivering. She had a tummy ache for 29 minutes.
“Someone help me” Stephanie said. So as she got up she tripped quickly because she didn’t wear proper shoes.
“Hey, what is that thing coming closer, closer to me? “As Stephanie came closer to Prince Derek he caught Stephanie in his arms. “Thank you and you are?”
“I’m Prince Derek”, he replied.
“What about Oh, I’m Princess Stephaney.’’
“Hey, do you want me to carry you home because you don’t look very well?”
“Sure”, Stephanie said in a quite voice.
“Alright’’ Prince Derek replied .They told stories to each other about their lives in a castle. As they arrived at Stephanie’s castle, he put her down and she walked to her ill parents and Prince Derek went back home . “Your back after a 5 hour walk!!” said her parents in an excited voice.
Stephanie explained her story about Prince Derek saving her.
The end

By Ana Clendon Park