Our Story- Whangaparaoa College

As the fog lifted only the peak of Whangaparaoa College could be seen. I felt slightly uneased as I walked briskly down the hill which was once Delshaw Avenue.It's been 48 years since I had set foot in this school.. Whangaparaoa College was abandoned about 30 years ago when it went bankrupt. All of the renevations were complete when not long after, a major error was discovered in the banking. The school had no choice but to close down. As the rest of the school came into view, I realised how much had changed in the world. Today we were used to seeing narrow, multiple story buildings made from dark tinted glass with electronic windows, doors and convertable rooves. But now, standing here, I remember when buildings were made from things like bricks, concrete, wood, tiles and plaster, you had to physically open windows and doors by hand, and rooves just stayed put on the top of buildings. I carried on walking through the school. My pace slowed. Memories started to flood back to me. I remembered all of the good and bad experiences that I went through here. I felt sad but happy at the same time. Sad because all of were over. Happy because those memories would always be with me..Abruptly out of nowhere, a tree branch fell onto one of the walls making a slight dent. Confused that such a small branch could dent a wall, I looked towards the dent and in the corner of my eye I spotted my name written in vibrant flourecent writing in the corner of the wall. "Billy." I read aloud. I then noticed a faint arrow pointing to where the tree branch had dented the wall. Curiously, I peeled away some of the plaster that was covering the wall. There was nothing behind it. No wood, cement or brick.. That explained why the small branch was able to dent it. It was like the tree branch was meant to fall. I felt a chill go down my spine and my instinct told me to leave, but I had to find out more. So I pulled away more of the plaster only to reveal a medium sized box squeezed into the whole in the wall. **NOT FINISHED**

Ride Home

As i sit in the car, the sky darkens as night approaches, and the city lights are turned on. I open the window and feel the cold wind slapping me in the face, but its nice. The evening sky is gone and has been replaced with a dark black. I gaze up at the stars as we go over the bridge. There is something special in the air tonight. The water below twinkles as it reflects the lights of the city. Its all so peaceful, everything is just covered in beauty. I have forgotten all my worries and thoughts. I just take in every moment and every sight. There are hardly any cars on the road, the ones that are don't seem to care about whats around them. They do not care about anything but them selves. But if they just looked around for once and saw what they were missing. The journey from town to the coast is my favourite, if you look to the west you can see the last glimpse of the sun in the red sky. But it sinks behind the outlined hills. The sky is fully black. The moon is a dinner plate in the sky lighting the way. Everything was perfect!

A Best Friend =]

She is the only person you can trust with anything. You can tell when she is up set. Or in a bad mood. When she is not there you feel out of place even though you friends are around you. Her home feels like your home. Nothing is ever awkward between the to of you. Unless you have planed to make it uncomfortable. You are so similar, that you scare your selves. They are always there for you in you time of need. You laugh so much when together your stomach hurts. You discuss ideas openly. You may fight at times, but you talk it out. you may get annoyed at one another but you always get over it. And you know that when you old and have your children that hers and yours are going to play together in the park, and be just as good of friends as you!

A story I made up just now!

My Dad!

As i lay in bed listening to the sound of the rain hammering on the roof. I hear the front door open and close with a slam. Dads home from the bar. Fear overwhelms my body, i am unable to move.I lie there and wait for the sound of foot steps walking round the kitchen. Its become a routine now, dad comes home late at night from the bar, comes in and tries to make a cup of coffee but finds it to hard so he just grabs the whisky off the shelf, the noise stops for a moment as he takes a swig of the bottle. You hear him place it down loudly on the table. I can hear mum awake next door, but she dears not disturber him now. Not after what happened last time. There are more noises from down stairs, the scraping of a chair and a clatter of footsteps as he makes his way up stairs. I start to shake as a shiver runs down my spine. he opens my door and turns on the blinding light. he grabs my by the arm and throws me out of bed. I know not to moan. I know not to cry. It only makes him more angry. He looks at me in disgust. "I shhooddaa kiilld ya long bedoor' he babbles." wasst oph time, wasst oph space". Its hard form me to understand,but i know what is begging said, as i have heard it over and over again. He pulls my up and forced me against the wall holding me center meters off the ground. My body is weak. He is strong. He holds his had against my throat. The air escapes my body and i cannot breath. "Yoii weerree a misstake" he says "I regret everything to do with yaa!". I can hear mum weeping through the wall. I hope with all my might that she doesn't come in, it will make dad even more mad, and he will take the beating out on her too. It seems like ages since my last breath and wonder if he will actually kill me tonight. But Thankfully it seems he get sick of me, releases me from his grasp. I slid down the was in exhaustion as he leaves the room. Its funny because that man i just saw tonight is a different one who will wake me up in the morning with a smile on if face.

The end.

(None of the contents written above is real, my father is loving and kind!)

Chicago!

Chicago

It is possibly my favourite movie of all time. Iwatched it first about 5 years ago, at first it didnt really apeal to me, but i was young. Now i love to watch it. I have it on dvd, and no matter how many times i watch it i never ge sick of it.

My Favourite song is the Cell Block Tango, I love how every step and every movement is perfectily in time! And they make it look so simple. I absolutly love Catherine Zeta- Jones' voice i find it to be absolutly wonderful! Its really nice and powerful. It gives me goose bumps!

For all the people that havent seen it it is a musical, but not like any musical you have every seen! I recomend that you watch it i would give it 5 stars!

It is rated M for medium level of violence so it would be better for 14 and over.

It is the winner of SIX Academy Awards. I find it wonderful!

My Person

You rush to greet him with a hug, thinking it may be the last time you see him standing there. He greets you in a big bear hug! And you snuggle in tight, all your worries and cares melt away as you inhale his sent. Its a mixture Of his shaving cream and old people, but the mixture is nice, it calms you makes you feel at home. He kisses your cheek and his whiskers tickle your face for he have not properly shaved in a while. He would invite me to have ice cream, and we would go across town to the best parlor. He always picks the same ice cream, Rum and raisin single scoop with nuts, Its as if its the only one he remembers the taste of. He and I sit and watch they cars go past, and he tells me all about his past. You can see in his eye that he is excited and loves to tell his tales. On the drive home he will tell you about how none of the shops used to be there, and when he was little there weren't things like cell phones and i pods. You have heard this many times but you sit patently and wait for him to finish. When it is time to leave him you hug him tightly but not to tight to hurt him, hoping that next time you see him he will still be standing there waving as you back down the drive.

You love him very much, and enjoy spending the time that he has left with him.

My Story!

For English we are doing creative writting which i have always found really fun, well last lesson our teacher showed us a picture and told us to write about it.

It Cant Be!
This was my one chance, my one chance that would soon end in disaster, though I did not know that at the time. I am about to show the world how good I am, yet as I sit here looking at the jump I begin to feel nervous. This is my first time, and I had used every dime to get here, first prize $100,000 and you get a contract with the best BMX Company in the world. I’d be set for a lifetime. Yet if I lost, I would lose everything I have achieved in the past years and I will have no money. I realise that I’m up next, horror strikes me like a thousand pins going into my body. I stand up and go to fetch my bike. My heart pounds rapidly in my chest as I clamber onto the bike. I started to peddle, picking up speed. As I approached the ramp I snuck a sideways glance, and saw about 20 people watching me, I held there gaze big mistake. As I lifted off from the ramp my foot slipped on the peddle making me smack my head and lose my grip of the handles. I watched as I went soaring through the air, and my bike went plummeting to the ground. Suddenly the world was moving in slow motion, I could hear shouts from the crowd as I floated to the ground, all the while the same word going through my head ‘why’. I could see people running. ‘I have lost everything’ I thought ‘there is nothing left, no money, no jobs’. And then the world returned back to normal speed just as I hit the ground. The impact of my body hitting the ground is unbearable, I feel winded. I hear people rushing to my sides, calling my name. My body is throbbing; I am conscious but reluctant to move. Slowly I drift off into the blackness.

I awake to the sound of an alarm, thankfully it was just a dream I think to myself. Yet why am I still in pain, I sit up and realise, I’m no in my bed, I’m in hospital. I start to panic; everything’s a blur, my heart rate goes up there is beeping of the machine I’m plugged into. Nurses come to settle me, but I don’t cram down. They inject me with some kind of drug and I sink back into the blackness once more.


THE END

Holiday!

Well it was the holidays but now its back to school. In my holidays i went to Whakatane with my friend Cerise. We stayed at her Grandparents house It was fun! They were really nice and welcoming to me which was good for i was a bit nervous about meeting them. While driving down we stopped of heaps along the way, but it was good it made the car drive more interesting. When we arrived there and our legs were acing and stiff, we said hello to everyone and i was introduced. Then me and Cerise went to unpack. While unpacking i looked at the book shelf and saw heaps of 'True Story' books. I have always been really interested in then and loved to read them, and so me and cerise picked a book and began to read. Reading those books really makes you appreciate you life, you think about how much worse it could be. It really opened me up to abuse within families. I think it is a horrible thing to have happen. It can ruin peoples lives and make them suffer when they grow up. Even now you still here about it, like that girl that was locked up the the age of 19 and her own father sexually abused her until she was 40 something, he Fatherd Seven of her Children, His wife didn't even know that she was there, She though she had run away years ago. It just shows how sick and twisted people can be! Its As if they do not love anyone but themselves and care for only them!!

It was horrible to read those books about children that have been abused from the age of 3, Stuck in mental hospitals where there were drugged and received shock treatment, And almost beaten to death on the side walk by people the didn't even know! It makes me feel sick that people can get away with that!

But Back to my holiday. On the second day we went and looked around Whakatane and Cerise showd me her old school and old house and her favourite playground when she was little, It was really nice to see where she had once lived. Later that day we went to the hot pools and went on the slide. We got tired fast and headed home for a nice sleep. On the last day we left at lunch time to make sure we got home befor dark. When we Got Back from Whakatane i really didn't have much planned so i spent a week at my dads helping him cook. I made myself some money, which was good.

Then on the last week i stayed with family and only saw cerise, I didn't really feel like getting out

I was just enjoying being off school. Though now we are back, it, makes it a but enjoyable.

Well i must dash!

Bye