Tracking Emily

 

Mop Head Representative meeting - by Augustine

This is a piece of writing in the form of a diary.  I have read the book 'Mop head' by Selina Tusitala Marsh and written this on response to her being bullied at school.

Dear diary

You will never guess what happened.  Yesterday I went to a Restorative Justice meeting. I forgot what it means, but it was perfect for the situation. 

Anyway, it started like this.

I got a call from my sister. She told me what happened. She said that her daughter was into trouble. She was being mocked and teased by one of her class mates. They called her mean words that described her big curly hair. They called her "MOP HEAD!" 

I said "I'm on my way to the school."  I drove, and what I saw impressed me.

When I got out of the viechle,  I saw that the school was clean and tidy. Running into the office I asked them where my niece was, Selina, we were meeting. They showed me where to find her. Surprised and happy faces greeted me. I saw my niece, looking happy at my arrival, but I know inside she was nervous.  Then I saw the enemy, Bob and his parents. He looked chill and calm.

The principal came in and started by talking about what had happened. The principal  decided to suspend Bob for 2 days for teasing a student in a very mean way. My niece was happy that she is now safe. I was proud of her for being brave and telling someone. 

Aroha's way - by Augustine

 Aroha's Way

The children played happily in the woods. Feeling free. They ran everywhere. Laughing and smiling. The cool breeze blowing. But when Aroha heard screams the free spirit left and horrific thoughts arrived in her head.

She ran while breathing heavily, eyes flooding with tears. Looking and feeling worried. Aroha then stopped in front of her friend's jackets and shirts. She was worried and cried. She heard laughs, creepy laughs. She wanted to see what happened to her friends. But she became paralysed. Feeling upset while thinking of what to do next. But nothing came to her.

Aroha, still crying while thinking. Seeing nothing that will help her. Trying to find her way home without getting caught. Seeing movement and hearing cars up ahead. She runs towards them and finds what she's looking for. She looks happy and joyful to see her home again. But also disappointment and sad that her friends in her heart have now faded away.

The End

The Cloak of the Unknown - by Augustine

The Cloak of the Unknown

Yesterday, for Drama we began a study on Rapunzel. Instead of reading the story we had to design an artical to 10 second drama around different artefacts associated with the Fairy Tale. The artefacts consisted of: a black cape, bird/nest necklace, Padlock and key and lastly a crown. 

Here is the artical my group constructed around the artefact our group chose.

My why poem - by Augustine

My why poem

My younger brother. My friendly father

My younger sister. My mum hates bitters

My accurate kicks. My dangerous tricks

My rugby talents. My easy balance

My fast legs. My favourite eggs

My smart brain. My soccer’s lame

My favourite friends. My body can bend

My strong tackles. My face with no freckles

My very fit body. My brains kind of cocky

My awful fights. My words I like

My favourite ice creams. My not so loud screams

My big, long hair. My games are fair

My winning tries, My food I buy

My high jumps. My body’s pumped

My friendly assists. My scary night shifts

My inspirations, My cleaning basins

My best bands. My friendly commands

My favourite team My inspiring dreams

My great me. My I feel free!

Steamship - by Augustine

Steamship Station

As I sit on my suit case, I feel sick. I can feel people squashing me. People are wearing blankets while sleeping on the hard dirty floor. I feel like a have abandoned my country.  

I can hear people's moan, and babies cry. It is annoying for my ears. I can taste nothing by my tummy feels like it needs food. I wish there is food in my hands.

In the station I feel the cold. I use my jumper to cover myself. It has really helped. I feel people kicking me while they are lying down. It is so uncomfortable. I just can't wait to arrive in America.

A memory - by Augustine

A Memory

My memories took me back to a memorable day of my life. There were lights, Camera, and of course people. It was New Years eve at night and my friends and other kids from scouts celebrated New Years by dancing and singing to music.

I There were so many kids and some adults inside an enormous but cold hall, dancing to loud and booming music. I was excited to be part of this celebration. When I entered the crowed hall at 7:00 pm the people were dancing and singing away. Some were shouting, and some were running around the place. 

The children sang so loud that I couldn't hear my friends talking to me. Most kids sang songs that were off tune. My ears were sick of hearing their singing But I have to get used to it for 3 more hours. The hall was so cool after 1 hour, I almost went outside to get some fresh, warm air. But I did not want to miss the party. Plus there were only 2 more hours left. So I stayed. A few minutes later, bubbles popped on my head. But instead of water coming out, mist popped out.  It was so interesting. 

After the party, I was so happy because it was the beginning of 2020. My friends and I went back to our campsite while saying "Happy New Year".  This was one of the best time of my life.

My groups poem - by Augustine

My groups poem - Augustine, Yael, Matheus, Christian & Kyle:

I am insecure about my identity.
I feel lonely.

I walk around and can’t  find anyone with blue skin.
I didn’t fit in.
I searched for people who had blue skin, so I wouldn’t feel like I was the only one.

I tried to searched but there was none.

The real Poem:

 She had blue skin, and so did he, he kept it hid, and so did she, they searched for blue, their whole life through, they passed right by. And never knew.