As I lean over the wooden edge I peer into the crystal clear blue water. My shaking hands carefully reached into the water in attempt to catch a small fish.
Deep down under all the rocky coral hundreds of mussels sit clutched tight against the edge of the wooden planks that sit silently underneath the jetty. The tiny little fish swim beneath the corral, I dip my hand into the water and try to trap a fish in my hand. I pick a mussel off the wood.Its hard shell sticks like super glue onto the wood.
As soon as I ripped the mussel off I slowly lowered the mussel down into the water but still keeping a firm grip on the top of the shell.
Suddenly heaps of fish are already swarming around the juicy mussel. I waited patiently until the right moment. Without thinking I drop my hand into the water and try to clench my hand around a tiny slippery scaly fish.
I shout in frustration as every time I came up empty handed and walk back in disappointment !!
By Hannah
Monday, March 23, 2015
Apiti show poem
Talented in the music and performing area
At the age of 14, she was determined to have a career in music
Yesterday is History ... Tomorrow is a mystery
Looks up to older pop sensations who reached the top (e.g Dolly Parton) and aims to follow in their footsteps
Over the years she has managed to put out four magnificent studio albums!
Real life dreams can come true and if you try your hardest you will reach the top
She takes every opportunity she gets and uses them well
Writes songs about her life and what it was like growing up and all the tough times she had and the good times she had
Interacts with her fans as much as possible because she loves all her supporters
‘Fearless’ was her second studio album
True idol for music as she is who she is !!!
Poem- About me !
H- huge interest in music and loves playing instruments.
A- awesome is my middle name.
N- never goes a day without singing.
N- needs more self confidence.
A- always tries her hardest.
H- happy all the time! No rain cloud can bring her down!!
A- awesome is my middle name.
N- never goes a day without singing.
N- needs more self confidence.
A- always tries her hardest.
H- happy all the time! No rain cloud can bring her down!!
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Year 7-8 camp
I struggle my way out of the car and stack all of my gear outside. Nikki and I debated where to put our tent but when we finally came to a decision we quickly whipped it up.
The poles click together just like a jigsaw. I clench a tight grip on the tent and we slide the poles swiftly down each side of the tent.
When everyone is prepared for the night we settle down next to the cold hard black fire pit. The charcoal from the last fire lay on the ground. We smothered wood over the top of flames bellowing out of the ground. Everyone had decided that while we cooked our food we would go for a swim.
As we arrive down to the fast flowing water we realise it is too strong. Jim and I wandered up the river against the current. I stand there with my legs shaking and purple and my hands as numb as bricks. Soon when it had got too cold we wandered back to the campsite where chef Zac stood there by the fire cooking our food.
In no time we were all huddled around the nice warm fire defrosting and eating our billy stew. The wind blew softly which made the smoke blow into our faces.
soon as we had finished we all ran over to the middle of the field and played spotlight.
The poles click together just like a jigsaw. I clench a tight grip on the tent and we slide the poles swiftly down each side of the tent.
When everyone is prepared for the night we settle down next to the cold hard black fire pit. The charcoal from the last fire lay on the ground. We smothered wood over the top of flames bellowing out of the ground. Everyone had decided that while we cooked our food we would go for a swim.
As we arrive down to the fast flowing water we realise it is too strong. Jim and I wandered up the river against the current. I stand there with my legs shaking and purple and my hands as numb as bricks. Soon when it had got too cold we wandered back to the campsite where chef Zac stood there by the fire cooking our food.
In no time we were all huddled around the nice warm fire defrosting and eating our billy stew. The wind blew softly which made the smoke blow into our faces.
soon as we had finished we all ran over to the middle of the field and played spotlight.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
10/11/2014 Murder Mystery
Part 1
23 hours left in the day 6 to get away from the cops and the rest, well i don't know what to do with my time. I live my life running away from the cops and sitting by myself wondering how I stuffed my life up so bad. I rest on the garden tools that are surrounding me in a strangers garden shed which at the moment i call home. Days just fly by right in front of my eyes. Meanwhile I figit through my pockets to grab out my phone. I check the date and my grin just faded away. I felt as if I had just melted. How could this happen I am sitting in an old garden shed while my Aunty and Mum celebrate there birthday they are probably worried sick about me. I missed there birthday because of people accusing me of the murder of my father. I remember the night vividly as if it were yesterday, dad and I wandered down to the dairy to get some bread and milk. We were happily minding our own business when a man in Beliclaver pounced on my dad out of nowhere. I screamed in horror as the man held my dad pinned heavily on the ground. All I could think about was what do in self defense, So I grabbed the man by the neck and and tried to shake if of my dads still body. My hands dripping with blood, I called the cops. But as soon as I had dialed 11 the man had scampered off. The cops pulled up outside the surrounded building. They took one look at my dad and said I'm sorry son but your father has passed. I filled up with tears. But i didn't have time to wobble away as the cops were questioning me about what had happened. I explained it all exactly as it happened. /
The man was a sneaky pro and had left no trace which made it harder for me to give proof. The cops didn't believe me about the blood on my hands and said that it matched the marks on my dad. I pleaded and said about the man jumping on him and how i tried to get him of but it wasn't enough and they drove me down to the station. But know you are probably wondering how did i end up in a garden shed. Well to explain it simple I made a runner at the station. I began to tear up again at the thought of loosing my best friend my dad but i didn't know which pain was worse dad being gone or the pitch fork that was stabbing me in the back. /
Somehow I had to find out the secret that lay beneath the attack and to find out who that man was!
Part 2
My Thoughts deepened as I grief about my dad. The part that saddened me the most was the fact that my mum didn't believe me when I told her i didn't do it. Flash backs zip through my mind of the night. " am I the only one that knows i didn't do it" I thought in my head. But then I think about the man that actually did it. I am going to track him down and get the pay back he deserves. I know it will b hard for an 18 year old to kill someone but i know it will be possible. What he had to my dad was teranic and unrepayable. I was going to get even with him even if i die doing that./
Suddenly I hear sirens in the faint distance. Blue and Red colors circle around the area. I suddenly change into Panic mode, I creep slowly out the cracked window. The shattered glass just sweeps softly over my uncovered calf muscles. I hide my head lowly under cover of my hoddie. It seem that the position I am in now is nearly the same every week. Me running and the cops chasing after me. Every part of my body froze. Turned my head towards the cops. They were shoving my mother into a prison car. How could they accuse her of the murder when she wasn't even in the country when it happened. My first instinct was to go over there and hand myself in but i knew that wasn't going to happen. I scrambled back to my hideout. I dived through my bag searching for some food, But i knew i didn't have any:( /
I constantly thought about my mum getting taken away. I was just hopping that she was going to be ok. Suddenly I heard foot steps coming on the right of the shed. I panicked. Now i could hear voices. It was summer so I think that the owners were coming o get some tools to do some gardening. I slowly creeped yet again out of the cracked window. But this time it doesn't sweep softly over my leg. The glass pinched inside my leg. Blood started swiftly rushing out of my leg. I held my arm tightly over the glass. I know some bad things about being on the run you cant go to hospital when you need to.
Part 3
23 hours left in the day 6 to get away from the cops and the rest, well i don't know what to do with my time. I live my life running away from the cops and sitting by myself wondering how I stuffed my life up so bad. I rest on the garden tools that are surrounding me in a strangers garden shed which at the moment i call home. Days just fly by right in front of my eyes. Meanwhile I figit through my pockets to grab out my phone. I check the date and my grin just faded away. I felt as if I had just melted. How could this happen I am sitting in an old garden shed while my Aunty and Mum celebrate there birthday they are probably worried sick about me. I missed there birthday because of people accusing me of the murder of my father. I remember the night vividly as if it were yesterday, dad and I wandered down to the dairy to get some bread and milk. We were happily minding our own business when a man in Beliclaver pounced on my dad out of nowhere. I screamed in horror as the man held my dad pinned heavily on the ground. All I could think about was what do in self defense, So I grabbed the man by the neck and and tried to shake if of my dads still body. My hands dripping with blood, I called the cops. But as soon as I had dialed 11 the man had scampered off. The cops pulled up outside the surrounded building. They took one look at my dad and said I'm sorry son but your father has passed. I filled up with tears. But i didn't have time to wobble away as the cops were questioning me about what had happened. I explained it all exactly as it happened. /
The man was a sneaky pro and had left no trace which made it harder for me to give proof. The cops didn't believe me about the blood on my hands and said that it matched the marks on my dad. I pleaded and said about the man jumping on him and how i tried to get him of but it wasn't enough and they drove me down to the station. But know you are probably wondering how did i end up in a garden shed. Well to explain it simple I made a runner at the station. I began to tear up again at the thought of loosing my best friend my dad but i didn't know which pain was worse dad being gone or the pitch fork that was stabbing me in the back. /
Somehow I had to find out the secret that lay beneath the attack and to find out who that man was!
Part 2
My Thoughts deepened as I grief about my dad. The part that saddened me the most was the fact that my mum didn't believe me when I told her i didn't do it. Flash backs zip through my mind of the night. " am I the only one that knows i didn't do it" I thought in my head. But then I think about the man that actually did it. I am going to track him down and get the pay back he deserves. I know it will b hard for an 18 year old to kill someone but i know it will be possible. What he had to my dad was teranic and unrepayable. I was going to get even with him even if i die doing that./
Suddenly I hear sirens in the faint distance. Blue and Red colors circle around the area. I suddenly change into Panic mode, I creep slowly out the cracked window. The shattered glass just sweeps softly over my uncovered calf muscles. I hide my head lowly under cover of my hoddie. It seem that the position I am in now is nearly the same every week. Me running and the cops chasing after me. Every part of my body froze. Turned my head towards the cops. They were shoving my mother into a prison car. How could they accuse her of the murder when she wasn't even in the country when it happened. My first instinct was to go over there and hand myself in but i knew that wasn't going to happen. I scrambled back to my hideout. I dived through my bag searching for some food, But i knew i didn't have any:( /
I constantly thought about my mum getting taken away. I was just hopping that she was going to be ok. Suddenly I heard foot steps coming on the right of the shed. I panicked. Now i could hear voices. It was summer so I think that the owners were coming o get some tools to do some gardening. I slowly creeped yet again out of the cracked window. But this time it doesn't sweep softly over my leg. The glass pinched inside my leg. Blood started swiftly rushing out of my leg. I held my arm tightly over the glass. I know some bad things about being on the run you cant go to hospital when you need to.
Part 3
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
skiing 2014
As we drive up the windy track of forest I can just see a faint glimps of the Mountain ahead! After I weave my way through the crowded rental place I find my way out to the cold Mushey Mountain. The sun shimmers onto the cold wet blanket of snow down beneath. Click .... Click as my ski's bind into the hard ski buckles. The White glossy powder slush's around as my ski's glide down the mountain. The wind travelles behind you nudging you as you fly down the tall mountain. My long ski's follow my lead as I parallel ski down. I was practicing doing wide s turns down the hill to help slow me down. Charlotte and I hop straight onto the chairlift. It feels like you are floating when it takes you away up high. We jump of in a rush and push our way over to our lesson!
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