I wander around the quiet miserable town only to hear gushing snow blowing directly on my shivering face. I run to the quiet hallways of the valley-like town, running my hands upon the bumpy concrete walls. I glide to stop and witness a black board invaded with unique names. I scan my eyes around observing the blackboard. I grab a piece of white chalk on the rusty metal shelf and write my name.

 

Finishing the last letter of my name. I pull off my warm scarf feeling the cold breeze brushing against my skin. As I am looking, I hear a creaking sound coming from the back of my head. I turn around with confusion and curiosity as the whistling wind continues to blow. I see a wooden framed window which looks odd. I approach slowly out of curiosity. I catch a glimpse of a figure standing in front like a display. It looks oddly familiar. I wiped down the ice forming on the window to get a clearer view. I freeze in place only to realise the doll looks just like me. I look down to see how much my clothes and facial features resemble it.I I look up again only for it to disappear. I peek around different areas of the icy window to see if it’s there, just at a different angle.         

 

I approach the building’s pure glass door determined to find the doll that resembles me. I want to keep it. I attempt my hardest, to break into the building but I have no luck. I rage, picking up a handful of snow which begins melting into my gloves and throw it onto the glass door. I fiercely walk away running my bitterly cold hands across the smooth walls. As I walk, I hear a high pitched creaking sound behind me, along with a loud ringing bell. I smirked. I slightly turned my whole body to see the open door and ran inside with no hesitation. 

 

I entered the room and observed dozens and dozens of countless dolls surrounding me. I look around to see, and there it is, the doll I’ve been longing for to see and want.. It is destiny for me to reach out to touch this winter wearing doll that I’ve been craving this whole time. My mind only filled with desire,  I gasped with such freight as I almost fell and tripped on a precious doll riding a bike on its side, pedalling furiously like its life is dedicated to. I hold it upright to see it ride with pride as it pedals straight to the quick,slamming door. I stare at it lifelessly and smirk to see it attempting to escape.

 

I turn around to again observe the doll only to see nothing. I gaze with terror and I am turned into panic mode that I might lose this doll that I’ve been hoping for. I sigh with relief that I see the doll. I walk towards it with such joy filled inside me. I tug on my glove, pulling it off to touch and feel this porcelain like doll and feel the texture of it. I touch it with such meaning and the unexpected happens. I get sucked in a black void, unaware to go the right path, My brain is puzzled and is bunching up with confusion. Everything goes quiet.

 

It is like I’m in a fish eye point of view. A doll’s point of view. I realise entering the door was a mistake. A mistake all other dolls have made. 

Dear Diary,                                                           

My life is filled with trauma. I am unable to move. Today I gazed in terror at countless, helpless people taking their lives, losing hope. The whistling wind was in rhythm with the crashing waves. I stared at many refugees crying, zoning out, lifelessly. My father kept me company as his warm body comforted me on the terrible ride. I start to doze off to sleep, my skin stinging from the splashes of invading salt water.

Arriving in another country, I looked around and observed the mysteries that unfolded during this time of day. My father and I take a stroll to explore as I am feeling adventurous. Gazing at the tempting desserts in a bakery window my eyes are delighted. Though it made my stomach growl with starvation.

It was night. A quiet night where numerous homely houses were filled with bright lights. I smiled with excitement hoping to find a place to rest with my father. We arrived on a porch. My father kisses both my cheeks and walks away. I am confused. My heart and body are already numb from the freezing weather. Why had my Father left me? My last glimpse of my father was his droopy face filled with guilt and sorrow. I hope to see him once again.

This article is different to any other. The spotlight of the town, being the mysterious and intriguing two children so called the ‘Green Children’ found by Mrs Jackson. People of the Town yelling with dishonor and excluding not accepting the two children as for their skin color is green. This shows signs of negativity and discrimination, What are your thoughts?

 

This map is a area where prisoners were kept in. Dick,Tom,and Harry were three escape tunnels that were built by prisoners. Guards became suspicious since these prisoners were raised off the ground.  The Germans decided to install microphones to detect the sounds of digging. Two Tunnels had been found by the Germans and guards which only led harry into being the prisoners only hope in escaping.

The T cells and B cells work together to complete their desired goal into killing infected cells. This helps children who are vaccinated prevent and lower the risk of becoming infected with these pathogens.

Dear Town of Crotinak,

This letter is to the people of Crotinak. I’m tired of hiding my true colours to live up to your expectations. It made my insecurities worse overtime by the way you mistreated me and judged me.
I am exposing racism and discrimination by a cruel two-faced community. You all mistreated me and my late brother for just being the colour green.

Justice needs to be served as you all should feel some sort of guilt for excluding us in everything we did. Everyone of you behaved like a narcissist thinking you’re better than everyone else. I am standing up for my rights as I will not let you treat another child as you have treated me.

It was ridiculous and unnecessary for people in town to spray paint on my late brother’s statue which was there to honor him. The amount of disrespect given to me and my dead brother was abhorrent. Yet you all still held a grudge. I don’t think you have acceptance in your heart…only hatred.

Maybe others can see all your true colours one day.

“I am the True vine, and my Father is the vine grower”

 

This morning was such great weather to be sailing. My class hopped on a bus on our way to Orakei Bay. The view of the beach was memorable and beautiful. I felt ecstatic to be able to have this opportunity to sail for the first time with my fellow classmates.

 When we arrived, we were given instructions for our safety and how to control the wind and boat. We were split into groups taking turns on how to tie ropes, sailing in little boats, and learning how to sail on bigger sails. On our way to our adventurous day, we saw a huge amount of baby jellyfish along the wharf. After all that fun, our last activity was to swim happily beside the wharf and head back to the changing rooms.

 I was so thankful for the people who helped my class experience something that could end up once in a lifetime.