Memories:

Skimming rocks at the beach

My memories bring me back to the beach. There was a lot of people. Some people swimming some people playing volleyball. I could hear the seagulls singing and the ocean smashing against the sand. Woosh! Woosh! I got bored so I started skimming rocks. 

The rocks felt smooth like they had been flattened. I smelt the salty ocean and the hot dogs. They made my mouth water and I asked my mum if I could get one. I was so desperate and luckily she said yes. I took a bite and it was so nice it felt like there was a party in my brain.

Blog profile 2020

Kia-ora, oku hoa My name is Harley. I am 11 years old and I speak Maori. I live in Auckland. I’m in year 8 at Saint Patricks school and my teachers name is Ms George, she's a great teacher. My favourite subject is maths, I really like algebra. My favourite thing to do  at home is play games, like Fortnite, Roblox, Call of Duty and Forza horizon 4. Sometimes in my spare time I like to go for a bike ride, or go to the pools. I bike ride around the rotary walkway. My goals are to succeed in my writing to have better handwriting and my other goal is to read more often.

Telegrams

   

Telegrams were used in the great war in 1916. War telegram. In 19th and the first half of the 20th century telegrams were commonly used to send important or urgent news. The military sent telegrams to tell parents of soldiers that their son was missing or had been killed in action.

My first week back at Saint Patricks school 2020

My first week back at Saint Patricks school 2020
On Wednesday I started school. My class is room 8. I think this year will be a bit challenging as I take on the role of being a year 8. This year will my last year atending Saint Patricks. On the first day of school my favourite part was drawing our hands on a pieces of paper then making all kinds of swerly doodles.

On Thursday we worked more on our hands and then went to lunch we played soccer for our whole break. Then the bell rang and we went back into class. My whole class went out to play a game on the grass to play.No one wanted to play so some of us played volleyball and the others played kicks with the ball. When it was time to go home we went back to class packed up then grabbed our bags. We said a quick prayer then went home.

My first week at saint Patricks school was fun.

Lorde

Cyber smart

The treasure box

The Treasure  Box

I see people on the ground. I look up I see a gray sky. I try to hide but my legs are too weak from the bombs. People crying not knowing what will happen next. As I walk away from my home I remember all the good memories from my childhood. People running I hear gunshots being shot at my family and friends. A part of my body wants me to turn back but the other doesn't. 

I don’t know why my village was bombed. We think it’s the Russians. Maybe it’s because we didn't let their people stay in our village because there was no more room. Any way we should move on the bombers might follow us.

I remember a lot of memories from my childhood. My most valuable memory was when Dad and I went fishing. We caught 23 fish most were mackerel others were cod. I would love that sweet cod that dad would cook for dinner. 

I wish mum was here. Something tells me she’s okay. I don’t know where mum is I just know that she left my dad when I was 3. Nothing can remember her in my brain. Dad said she left because she had enough of him.

Dad says he doesn't feel well I try to help him but there's nothing I can do. We are trying to find a Dr but there is none I grab dad and say I love you. Dad whispers back and says it will be okay. The next morning the other villagers help me bury dad.

Some of the villagers say “leave the box behind.” I move on and leave my suitcase behind. I say to myself I won't let you down dad as a tear drips down my face.

The villagers and I get to another village and I find an old linden tree. The village said this is the oldest tree here. I bury the box thinking it will be safe here as I grow up to live my dream of being a builder.

I don’t know if that box is okay I’m going to go see. I see it, the old tree! I see a little girl and I hear her singing. The little girl helps me dig the box up. We sit and read the book together.

On the way back to my village I stop at dads grave and say “I kept my promise father and I love you.” I went to the library, and  ‘wow’ my old village has been rebuilt. I go into the library and put the treasure...the book, in a place where it will be safe

And loved….