I am a student at Tawa Intermediate School in Wellington, New Zealand. I am in Room 15 and a member of the amazing Huia Syndicate. My teacher is Stephanie Thompson.

Thursday, 28 March 2013

What if she was alive!

"What if she was still alive?"
Her heart wasnt beating yes but what if she was taking a deep breath.
like me taking a deeper breath as i go on hoping that we did the right thing but theres something in my gut that doesnt feel right.
Did i do something wrong or something great that was someone elses succes
or was it ...
All i know is if shes alive i would say good night and morning to her everyday
help her with anything that i was strong enough to do.
i keeped moving forward in life forgeting what happened
Ive been crying ever since.
At her funeral you could hear in the mment of scilence me not being silent still crying
but eveyday i put on a fake smile and go out and play but i always look up.
I would look through space through the clouds to see her face once more pictures arnt the same.

Thursday, 21 March 2013

up above

As i was as sad as a clown.
but I didnt make a sound
I cried alot but got over it the next day
but people saw I could not speak.
so someone else did for me.

As it was so quiet but you could hear the echos of me crying
as someone else was already dying.
In my heart.
Everyone showed up but not for me
if you were there you would see.
Where? In my past
but you look into a mirror and see its one way glass
so I knew she was watching me

so when it snowed and when the sun shined
as the waves were full of seagulls
if selotape tried to keep the world together
but i was to sad to notice
As Saturdays and Sundays involved me looking out the window
saying why? Speaking in my mind.

Now i accept shes up above.

Grace Kelly

Thursday, 14 March 2013

were you to late?

 If feeling lonely is worse then being lonely as you would scream in your mind but not out loud so no one could hear you. As a firework inside you started to light up and sparkle but one small action put it out.
 As the wind was as wild as a lion and blew you from side to side. You were a bird flying so high no feathers dropped down. As you were buried so deep your heart beat was as slow as a snail. But you ran as fast as a wagon.
If you were a door opening to a new life but you began small like a insect but your soul was as big as a cloud. But as you grew like a tree you felt to tall but you came back as if it were a dream.
By Grace

Friday, 1 March 2013

The Camp Site

Once upon a time there were two children. One boy and one girl they were twins. When they were riding their bikes to a campsite they had found a dizzy knocked out man outside a police box. They were wondering why a man was on a camp grounds knocked out outside a police box.

They helped him up and took said him to the camp site. When he woke up he asked "Who are  you and where am I?". The girl then spoke "I'm Laura" then boy said "I'm Richard". Laura then said " your at a campsite and i have a question for you. Who are you"? "Me I'm the Doctor" Doctor who"? Richard asked."Just Doctor is fine". He gave them a smile.  

"Well  nice to meet you but i must be off " Doctor says "off where"? "Off somewhere" "what back to your police box"? Richard asked. "Yes actully where is it"? its ro" "fine ill find it"docter says "well fine then said laura" 

Doctor went back to hes police box and was never seen again.