Whanaungatanga event

This post is about Whanaungatanga and how my class worked together to promote it in our school.

Facing my fears

This week in writing we have been learning how to write our own story using a picture that the techer has given us.

Facing My Fears

One glacial, stormy night a I tucked myself into my diminutive cottage at the tip of the one of the tallest mountains. The sound of the creepy creatures outside of my door waiting for me, the wailing of banshees and the howling of wolves sends shivers up my spine to go out to eat me piece by piece. Are they waiting to consume? That snowy morning when I woke up I ate a delightful, delicious breakfast of pancakes with butter sliding down the syrup, ice-cream with chocolate sauce, hot chocolate with colorful marshmallows and a caramel slice with chocolate sauce. I was dribbling hard out, but it didn’t cheer me up from the sound of the wolves howling and the wailing of banshees, that are still sending shivers up my spine. I knew I had to face my fears once and for all to get out of this terrible nightmare. I went out at night but I just kept on running inside I knew I couldn’t face my fears so I stayed up all night coming up with an idear of how to overcome my fears. Later that night when I opened up my laptop there was a weird ad that popped up. When I was inspecting it I found something interesting… In the morning I pack somethings for my trip and headed out very early plus it was very bright so I was blinded by the sun's bright light. When I got into the forest I laid out my tent and tried to put it together but I failed so at that moment I knew it was going to a long, hard night. In the middle of nowhere, I was lost, tall dimness followed behind me. I came across tall stairs in the middle of nowhere I knew I should but I had this weird feeling telling me yes so I knew then that I had to. I went up the snowy creepy stairs and I found something unforgettable… I started packing up the things and head to my sweet, lovely home. I know that didn’t work but at least i’m not afraid of the wailing of banshees and the howling of wolves that shivers up my spine because it was just a dream. But are their real banshees?


By Chrysta