Castle - 2011 - Dilworth School

The Castle
Writing and Art from Dilworth Junior Campus
2011
5M
Josiah is like my brother
Kind and cool
So explainable
His smile makes me happy
He can help me with hard things
He says them in my ear.
Lorance is like a paint brush
He’s artistic
And he really loves colours
He is passionate about art
He can shine bright
His smile is the sun.
By Lorance Tupa’i
By Josiah Va’a
My Dad
Adrian
His face is as soft as a feather
His smile is as rough as rocks
His hands are as weak as rain
His arms are big as footballs
His legs are like steel
His fingers are like chocolate.
His heart is pumping as fast as a car
His stare is freezing cold as ice
His voice is as strong as echoes
His laugh is evil like a witch.
His face is like Sprite
He has a funny smile
His hands are rough
He has arms like muscles
He has tough legs
His fingers are like light bulbs
He has a rough heart
He stares like you’re in so much trouble
His voice is really strong
He laughs like a big monkey.
By Andre Chan
My Cat
She is as lovely as the sunset
Always bright as the sun
And she’s as brave as Achilles in battle
She’s calm as the sand
And she’s always been everything to me.
By Gian Aumua
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By Benji Mahoni
His temper is a storm
It strikes us
There is no escape.
His temper is faster than light
You cannot outrun it
But it only strikes when he’s mad.
By Joji Joseph
My Nana
My nana is a bug
Always loves getting out into the big garden
Eating all the vegetables
Digging through the dirt
Running through the bug repellent
And then... she dies.
By Heath Pollock
Invisible GOD
Once upon a time GOD was going
To be crucified by the Roman king...
But before he got killed by the Romans
A miracle happened. He turned invisible...
And so GOD never ever died.
By Joshua Tukutukunga
The Cast le - 2011
5M
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Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
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Bullies
One day at school there was a bunch of friends called ‘The Big Bullies’. The bullies were
Jacob, Bradley, Max and the leader Campbell. Every day they pushed people so hard on the
swings that they fell off. They pushed a boy called Tony off the slide and broke his arm so
he had to go to the nurse. When a teacher came, the big bullies pretended to be nice. Once
the teachers had gone, they did bad things. Once Max punched someone in the face and
the guy’s face was bleeding.
A teacher caught Jacob, Bradley, Max and Campbell tagging on the school gates and
they had to go to the principal’s office. This was their worst day ever. The principal told
the bullies to get their bags, then he picked up his phone and called their mums and dads.
When their mums and dads came they were not happy.
The principal said the boys were expelled, and so Jacob, Bradley, Max and Campbell
never got to see each other again.
By Stanley Payne-Lupe
The Curse of the Underwear
Heath Pollock 5M
Once there was a 7-year-old boy called Chris. He was in the supermarket with his mum.
All he wanted was a new pair of underpants. He saw some that were white so he asked his
mum, could he buy it? She said yes.
Later at home after Chris had a shower, he went to his room and tried on his new
underpants. His room became smelly so he quickly got dressed and went downstairs for
dinner. He started eating, and then his mum said: “What is that smell?”
Chris smelled himself and then he quickly ran to the laundry and took off his
underpants, put them in the washing machine and put on his old underpants.
He ran quickly back to the dinner table.
By Willy Taufaeteau
Invisible
One day my dorm woke up and everyone started saying bad things about me. So I pushed
them and they were shouting: “Who was that?” I was saying: “Me! Me!” They all had
puzzled faces and that’s when I realised I was invisible.
So, while I was invisible I thought, I could have some fun with this. So I messed up
everybody’s beds and I scribbled on their work and I made them lose at games like air
hockey, table tennis, pool etc. It was so fun, until one morning I messed up David’s bed and
he said: “Why did you do that?” I looked at my hands. Could it be I was uninvisible?
I ran for my life. He was right on my tail. I ran to Sir because I knew David would get in
trouble for running upstairs.
I miss being invisible, but it’s good to be back.
Te Aranga Hopa 5M
By Heath Pollock
Kleptomaniacs
One day, there were two kleptomaniacs. Their names were Daniel and Prue. Every day,
they would steal things that didn’t belong to them. They would go into a public library and
take a book that wasn’t theirs. Or, when someone was eating and a handbag was on the
floor, one of them would pick it up.
Then one day, they heard a really strange voice. It was the Lord! The Lord said: “Boys,
you shall never steal.”
The two kleptomaniacs said, “Ok Lord. We will obey your word.”
Then the voice of the Lord disappeared.
They listened to the Lord, and stopped being kleptomaniacs. So now, in their world,
there is no such thing as kleptomaniacs anymore and they lived happily ever after.
By Lorance Tupaíi
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
Zach McKenzie 5M
5M
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Ajax was a skyscraper
Tall and powerful
Fierce when fighting
Hard with fists like brick
None can take him down
With his giant muscular legs.
Hercules is a shield
Powerful and golden
Curvy and hard
He’s unstoppable
Can’t break down
As he fights beasts.
By Josiah Va’a
By Josiah Va’a
Medusa
Her face is like grass
Her smile is like a door opening
Her hands are like dinosaur hands
Her arms are as skinny as sticks
Her legs are like a snake’s tail
Her fingers are as long as me
Her heart is like a reptile’s
Her stare is as dangerous as fire
Her voice is like an old lady’s
Her laugh is as high as an opera singer.
Zeus is like a Thunderbolt
Born in the sky
Untouchable
Fast just like lighting
Goes wherever he wants to go
Zaps people.
By Elaijah Tuivaiti
Helen is a rose
Beautiful and outstanding
You fall in love with her easily
She is lovely and she looks wonderful
Her heart is like a drum beat
Beating as fast as a tsunami.
By Josiah Va’a
Medusa
She is a beast
She turns everyone she sees into stone
She is a stone charmer
She is a hideous monster
She is a sneaky snake
She scares people to death
She is a racing car
She is swift
She is a squirming worm
She has scales like a fish
She is a snake
She has live snake hair
She is a bull
She has green skin and yellow eyes.
Minotaur
By Lorance Tupa’i
He is a monster
causing trouble everywhere
He is a muncher
chewing everybody
He is a tiger
attacking his enemies
He is a cheetah
running to kill his prey
He is a bull
killing me with his horns
He is a beast
scaring Theseus
He is a strong monster
eating people for breakfast
By Fili Fanguna
Achilles is a sword
Sharp and shiny
Heavy
He is a spear
Long and tall.
Medusa
She is a beast
eating everyone she sees
She is a stone-charmer
turning everyone to stone
She is a hideous monster
scaring people to death
She is a snake
with scales instead of skin
She is a cheetah
running faster than the wind
She is a greedy beast
wanting to eat everybody
She is a tree
growing to an old age.
By William Kuzmic
By Lorance Tupa’i
By Salesi Moli
The Minotaur
Achilles
Achilles is like a sword
Shiny and sharp
Dependable
Swift and stiff.
By Josiah Va’a
Medusa
Her face is like ice
Her smile is as evil as the Minotaur
Her hands are as hot as fire
Her arms are like metal
Her legs are hairy like a lion
Her fingers are as sharp as a drill
Her heart is like blue fire
Her stare is as bad as a bull
Her voice is like Hades
Her laugh is the underworld.
By Te Aranga Hopa
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
His face is strong like a bull
His smile is ugly like a monster
His hands are strong like a machine
His arms are big like a body builder
His legs are hairy like a monkey
His fingers are sharp like a shark’s tooth
His heart is red like blood
His stare is like glass
His voice is loud as a lion’s roar
His laugh is like a broken radio.
By Stanley Payne-Lupe
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My Dad
He is as strong as a bulldozer
He can lift me and my brother at one time
He is as handsome as Brad Pitt
His body is made from steel; nothing could hurt him
He always likes to make me and my brothers laugh.
By Ryan Ah Yek
My Brother
MetroMan
He’s as tough as two body builders
As tall as two people connected
He’s as powerful as lightning
And as fast as the light switching on
He can fly higher then the sun.
By Titan Pange
He is a lightning bolt
Setting trees on fire
He is a magician
Making me disappear every time
He is a giant
Stomping people into pieces
He is a rugby player
Always tackles me.
He is a hero
Saving the world from evil
He is a drum
Making a lot of rock music.
He is a boxer
Giving me a black eye.
By Viliami Maile
Mum
Her face is like a rose
Her smile is as shiny as a shooting star
Her hands are like a toolbox
Her arms are like a busy bee
Her legs are like a moving machine
Her fingers are like swaying grass
Her heart is as lovely as a box of chocolates
Her stare is as still as sand
Her voice is as calm as wind
Her laugh is as sweet as an angel.
By Elaijah Tuivaiti
Miss Trunchbull is like an oven
Solid and tough
Unstoppable
Her face is like a sun setting
She can almost kill you
With her bomberknocker.
By Lorance Tupa’i
Titan Pange 5M
Mum
She is like a rose
With smiles like a star
And her eyes are like earth.
Her face is like the sun
Her heart is like 1000 sunbeams.
By Ayden Gibbons
Elaijah Tuivaiti 5M
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
‘Mum’ by Ayden Gibbons 5M
6V
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Purgatory
As I approach the slippery steps leading up to the deserted mansion,
I feel a huge gust of cold wind rush past me, whispering to me: “Go
in, go in.” I shudder and do as the wind says. I start to creep up the
moss-covered stairs. The clear, dark sky has a full moon reflecting
the warm rays of light from the sun, providing the only light apart
from the penthouse lights, which glow like the moon behind a silky
veil. The house itself is mostly rotting, falling apart as more insects
make their home in its timber. All the dead trees surrounding the
castle have been struck by lightning and have been scratched with
red marks. I creep up to the door. After hesitating for a bit, I ring
the doorbell…
Once I ring the doorbell I wait a few seconds, then it swings
open suddenly. I enter into the foyer. There are broken floorboards
everywhere, broken lights that no longer work and scratches on the
walls. This place is a mess! To my left are some stairs that don’t
look very trustworthy. To my right there is a half open door with
blood seeping out the bottom. I decide to go in...
Just past the door the trail of blood continues. I have to jump to
get past it or I would get my trainers dirty! Over the blood, another
staircase splits off into two different rooms. I sneak up the wooden
stairs, being wary not to fall through the planks of wood. I am almost
at the top of the stairs when one of the stairs lets out a squeak,
then suddenly a scream comes out from the room in front of me and
a family of cockroaches come scuttling out from under the door!
As I get to the door I look through the keyhole into the dark void,
wondering what the scream was. Suddenly, there is a shuffle in the
room, like someone is in there, waiting for someone or something
to come in. I smell decaying flesh crossed with the sweet scent of
perfume. Once again, I hear whispering in my ear saying: “Enter,
enter”…
I silently turn the rusted doorhandle and creep into the room. I
hear ‘drip, drop, drip, drop’ coming from the ceiling. I slam on the dull
lights. While my eyes are adjusting, something rushes past me… As
I turn to follow it I see a woman with bloodstains all over her arms.
I creep up next to her and ask what happened to her but she keeps
saying: “She’s coming, she’s coming!!!”
‘Click.’
The lights go off and the lady in the chair starts pointing up at
the ceiling and crying. I look up and see a girl with green, shredded
skin, offset eyes and bloodstained teeth. She is crouching in the
corner of the ceiling, dripping with blood.
I scream.
Someone creeps up behind me and locks the deadlock…
By Liam Ottley
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
Tyrone Hunt-Powell
Sam Brown
BEWARE!!! ALL WHO PROCEED PAST THIS
POINT SHALL ABANDON ALL HOPE!!! THIS
JOURNEY WILL TAKE YOU THROUGH MANY
DANGERS AND LIFE-RISKING SITUATIONS.
BE PREPARED FOR THE WORST!!!
1. To start, sail your ship into coordinate
10-7 and unload your rig.
2. Prepare for the worst and set off 2 km
east and end up half a km away from the
coast.
3. Advance 2.5 km north to the settler’s
village. There will be a gate in front of
you. Knock three times and they will let
you in. NOTE: The settlers have built a
giant wall around their village to keep the
cannibals out. Rest here for the night.
4. In the morning, pack many bottles of
water for the journey, then leave the
village through a gate at 11.5-10 and
set off 1.5 km westwards into Scorpio’s
desert. BEWARE!! Legend says a giant
scorpion lives in the desert hills. You may
also notice there are many dark brown
mounds of dirt. STAY AWAY FROM THEM!!
THEY ARE CASTAWAY ANTS AND CAN
GROW UP TO 12 CM IN LENGTH AND THEY HAVE BEEN
KNOWN TO BE VICIOUS!!!
5. Now you will be situated in the middle of Scorpio’s
desert. Continue moving westwards 3 km and exit the
desert. Rest here.
6. The following morning set off 2 km NW and enter the
Peg-Leg Alps. CAUTION: WILD PUMA LIVE IN THE ALPS.
THEY HAVE KILLED THE SECOND HIGHEST AMOUNT OF
MEN, SECOND ONLY TO THE CANNIBALS.
7. Next, continue your journey and walk 4 km north
into the native’s village. NOTE: THE NATIVES ARE VERY
FRIENDLY AND TREAT YOU LIKE GODS. Stay here till
nightfall.
8. Sneak away and go 5 km east and paddle through Black Jack’s Tears.
9. Now, travel 2 km northeast, then two km north on to the Pirate’s Port
Warf and rest till mornin’.
10. In the mornin’ ask a local pirate if you can use his boat. If you
succeed, set sail from the east side of the port 3 km east then 9 km
south into the treacherous waters of Shark Tooth Reef.
11. Now you are very near the treasure, sail 1.75 km east to the
treasure…
So… DID YOU FIND ME TREASURE?
Liam Ottley, First Mate
S
o, ye have succeeded in finding ye old
treasure map! Ye shall start ye booty
hunt at the Devil’s Rocks (P-12).
Watch out for those mighty sharp
boulders, they aren’t that comfortable stuck
all the way up ye feet! Walk one kilometre
west and make sure that no lone scorpions
follow ye me hearty! Wait for the active
volcano of hell to calm its pits down and
then walk three and a half kilometres north.
Make sure you don’t walk in the shallows
of the Piranha River me hearties, those
piranhas haven’t had a mighty feast for a
long, long, time. Walk five kilometres west,
over the rickety bridge (make sure you don’t
fall, remember those hungry piranhas!) and
through the forbidden forest (watch out
for hidden traps and snares made by those
ravenous cannibals of Cannibal Village!).
Ye shall find yourself at Mar’lolark, ye
old abandoned Mayan village. Go half a
kilometre north where ye will find a single
gold nugget buried in the ground (L-6). Walk
two kilometres northeast; there you will find
the Bloody River. DO NOT DRINK FROM
IT! It is made of pure human blood. Ye shall
walk three kilometres east, and one kilometre
north. Ye will arrive at Ye Lake of the Dead.
Build a raft out of ye decayed human bones
from the murky depths of the lake. Use the
raft to sail two and a half kilometres north,
and then ye shall walk another tiring half a kilometre north, dead
on ye feet. Bring a deathly white bone with ye to use as a weapon
as ye are in the land of the cannibals now. Sneak a kilometre
west, into the Scorpion Fields of Dylan. Beat the highly
deadly, poisonous, angry and hungry scorpions off you with ye
bone. Walk a kilometre northwest and ye will find a blood red
ruby buried there, next to a gigantic Mayan pyramid. Walk a
kilometre west and then half a kilometre north. At the top of
the Mayan pyramid ye will find an emerald-hilted sword. Keep
it, as ye will need it soon. Walk two kilometres west and one
and a half kilometres south (F-6). Ye shall now be at the giant,
poisonous, hungry and angry fire-ant anthills!
Tread carefully; one bite from these ants could kill you. Walk
two kilometres southeast, into the Cannibal Kingdom. Hold the
cannibals off with ye emerald-hilted sword whilst ye sprint one
kilometre west, and one kilometre southwest. Walk two and a
half kilometres west (watch out for the boiling hot mud-pools,
and the geysers, one touch of them will give ye
third degree burns, which aren’t very comfortable
for ye to sit on!). Walk one kilometre north, and
make sure ye don’t fall off the Devil’s Spine! Walk
half a kilometre west, right over to the edge of the
cliffs. Walk half a kilometre northwest and over
ANOTHER rickety bridge, onto the Isle of Arran,
walk half a kilometre west (watch out for the booby
traps) and ye shall find ye bountiful booty there, me
hearties!
(You might as well give up because I ain’t givin’
you no instructions to get back to ye old ship!).
Sam Brown, Able Seaman
Y
ou have arrived at the Cave
of Gravel. Welcome aboard!
Aarrr! Your location is (18-11)
and you are going to find me treasure.
So get ready.
Travel 3km west and you’ll end up at
the trees of the huge coconuts. Watch
out, don’t let one donk your head and
knock you out. Now me hearty, travel
3km west and climb over the hill. Head
2km south and land in the Jungle of
the Dead. Try to make it past without
bein’ eaten alive. Escape and head 2km
east and 1km south. When you’re in
the Rockyroads you have to take your
shoes off and try not to step on the
spikes or bleed to death. When you get
past, get plasters on yer feet – still a
long way to go.
Move 4km west to the quicksands.
You have to identify which are the two
quicksands and the one normal sandpit.
When you have figured out the normal
one, travel 3km north and
1km northeast. You should
end up at the Hills of Traps,
but be careful of the booby
traps or be stuck forever. I’m
surprised you’ve made it this
far!
Go northwest 1km and 2km
west. Test your luck in the
Mountain of Spikes. Watch
your hiking! One mistake and
you’re dead – a spike will
pierce you. Get past safely.
Move 2km north and you
will land up in The Cave of
Darkness. You have to make
your way through the caves without getting lost and
you can’t use a torch. Keep feeling your way out.
When you’re out, head west 1.5km, then south 7km
and east 1.5km and have a surprise when you defeat
the Monster of the Lake. The way to this monster
is to strike the neck and it will die.
When you have killed it, go west 3km and
1km south and enter the Temple of Death. You
must draw a 6 at the 3 hills in the east, a 4 in 2
mountains south east of the hills and an 8 in 2 hills
north. When completed head north 3km, 4km east,
4 km north, 1km east a 1km north and 3km east.
You will now be at the lake of sharks and the trees
of guard. There is a boat. Remember you can’t
shortcut around, or the trees of guard will kill you,
so you have to go through the lake and be careful of
the sharks or die.
When past, travel east 4km and south 1km and
find the treasure.
Well done! You have found my treasure and spent
wisely.
Vili’ahio Vi, Midshipman
S
tart at Fire Skull Island (16, 4.5) and then sail west for
3kms and then 2km southwest. You will then be at the
tip of the south coast. WATCH out for the rocks!!
Round the coast and sail northwest for six-and-a-half
kms. Watch out for the sea serpents as you land at (4.5, 5.5).
Dry your boots for you have a long journey ahead of you, arrr
hahaha!
Then go 1.5 km north and then 1 km east and you cross the
bridge. Follow the west coast northwards until you reach Davy
Jones’ Locker. When you open the door, you will hear the cries
of men long dead behind you. Do not turn around or you will be
sucked into the abyss.
Go 4.5 km east and 3 km west (there will be a another pile of
wood to make a little path), then go 1 km west. You will end up in
the forest of misery. Watch for the doodle monkeys.
Four kilometres from Davy Jones’ Locker you will find
climbing gear. Go 1 km south, 1 km east, 3 km north then take
3 km east. Now this is when the climbing gear comes in handy
– you have to climb five mountains! Then on the
other side you will find a boat. Go 2 km east then
go 2 km south.
Follow the river of tar northwards, staying on
the west bank until you see a pile of wood. Use
the wood to make a little bridge, then cross it
and go 3 km east. Right in front of you you’ll see
the Volcano of Destiny. Climb to the top of the
volcano and throw your pirate hat into it. Once
Destiny’s flames have swallowed your hat, a road
with lots of sharp rocks will appear in front of
you. This is called the rocky road. You will feel
rumbling under your feet so you’d better run or
Destiny’s flames will erupt. There will be a boat
waiting for you. Better hurry or the flames will
catch you! Go 5 km then go 1km north.
Sio Aho, Gunner
6V
14
Olivia’s Diary As An Evacuee
January 12th 1941
Dear Diary,
This is my family’s third day as evacuees. It’s so frustrating how we have to take such a
small amount of our belongings, and I didn’t even get to bring one doll! I’m extremely
frightened that my Dad and brother will be killed in the battlefield. Mum says that the
Germans cannot catch us as we are Jews and that is why we are evacuating from Germany
(there is also a rumour going around that bombs will be dropped in Berlin and the other
main cities of Germany). We are walking the whole way to my Grandma Ellie’s house in
Switzerland. I don’t understand what’s going on that well because I am only nine years
old.
13th January 1941
Dear Diary,
We are taking a LONG detour through France because if we don’t, we’ll have to walk all the
way through Germany and risk getting caught by the Nazis. Mother said she might buy me
a new dolly if I do not whine whilst walking to Switzerland.
14th January 1941
Dear Diary
I am really annoyed at Mother because she hasn’t bought me a dolly yet. I haven’t whined
once and we have been walking day and night. My sister, Gabrielle, bought us each a
croissant, which tasted like heaven after only eating boring ration bread for the last two
years. It’s so tiring walking without stopping for miles and miles and I hope it ends soon.
(PS: I checked with Mother and she says that we are in Strasbourg. A few miles to go, I
guess)
15th January 1941
Dear Diary,
We found a ration book on the ground and now we get double the amount of food that we
had! Mother bought me a beautiful doll, and now we’ve made up. Since we’re all so tired,
Mother is letting us sleep tonight! I feel so happy, now that we’re so close to Switzerland!
Dear Mum and Dad
I can’t believe that I’m telling you this… there’s a monster under my bed! His name
is Arclin. He is so tall he can’t fit into a house. I don’t know how he gets in, and he’s
so fat it’s hard for him to walk around.
His face is so brown it looks like mud and his body is so white it looks like white
chocolate. He has one big fat puss-filled eye. He has a lot of marks on him and some
very sharp finger nails.
He smells like a toilet that hasn’t been flushed in years. He stinks so bad that,
every time he has a shower, he still smells. Sometimes he even breaks the shower!
He sounds like a nuclear bomb falling from the sky. His snoring is so loud it
sounds like a door slamming, then creakily opening.
He comes from Poo Land on the other side of the galaxy. His planet smells like
rubbish that has been left out for 14 years. His planet is growing so old it looks like
a hairball.
He hates very soft stuff but he loves very hard stuff. He loves TV – sometimes it’s
hard to drag him away from it.
His family is so mean. They hate me. One time they chased me around their
house. So I will never go to their house again.
But I think that we will be best friends.
Love Carlin
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16th January 1941
Dear Diary
We would have been celebrating Oliver’s birthday party today, but as he’s at war, we
couldn’t. We sent him a telegram, and hopefully he will receive it. I’m not feeling as tired
anymore, as my new dolly distracts me from it. She’s so beautiful.
17th January 1941
Dear Diary
We received a telegram from the war office that Oliver is MIA Mother says it means he had
a great birthday, but Gabrielle says it means Missing In Action. I sort of believe Gabrielle,
but I’m too scared that it’s true to believe her fully. Mother seems really sad today, I
don’t know why. We’re really close to Switzerland now, and are expecting to arrive there
tomorrow.
18th January 1941
Dear Diary
We’ve arrived at Grandma’s house in Zurich! Finally I can sleep in a proper bed and
eat cooked food! I’ve heard bomber planes going past every night, but we are lucky.
Switzerland is a neutral country, and no one even thinks about invading it.
Much Love,
Olivia
By Sam Brown
7L
15
Trouble at McDonald’s
Y
aaaaawn... I slowly lifted my head off my comfy, super-fluffy foam pillow. Clap, clap!
The lights turned on. I slipped out of my 4-post king-size bed with satin covers. I rang
the golden bell and placed it back on my ancient oak bedside table. My butler walked
into my room holding a cup of pure spring water. He walked around the spa, through the
game centre, past the playground and laser tag zone, around the 64-inch plasma screen
TV and finally to me. I drank the cup of pure spring water and slid down a twisting slide
into my marble bath/shower room. I put my PJs on the heated rack and squirmed into the
pre-heated bathtub. I switched on the massage pumps and TV. Ah! What a way to start
the day!
After an episode of Sponge Bob and some re-runs of other cartoons, I got out of the
bath and dried myself. I went down the corridor and looked at the clock: 12:15! Holy-moly!
I ran down the stairs, hopped in my Mercedes Benz, turned on the mini TV and waited
for my driver. It took about a minute for Jim, my chauffeur, to get to the car. He backed out
of the driveway, sped down the road, round the roundabout and down the street.
We drove into the McDonalds car park and backed up into my reserved space. Jim
opened my door. I stepped out and went through the glass doors of McDonalds. I walked
straight up to the counter and asked the lady: “Can I have a Big Mac Combo, a large Fanta,
extra chips and a chocolate sundae on the side?” As I left for my reserved booth, I told Jim
to leave a hundred dollar bill on the counter.
When I got to my booth, I turned on the TV and the massage chairs. A few moments
later a waitress came in through the door and handed over a tray. I opened the bag and
reached in for my succulent, juicy, tender… cheeseburger?! I shouted at the waitress:
“I ORDERED A BIG MAC!” But she simply replied, sheepishly: “You also ordered a
cheeseburger.”
After she left I called in the manager and said: “I demand you take this back and give
me what I asked for!”
But the manager replied: “Take what back?” I looked at my hand and thought, where
did it go? Then I saw Jim with a mouth full of burger and the expression “oops” on his face.
A moment later the waitress came back in with MY tray.
By Shen Ye
My Greatest Meal Ever
L
ast year my mum held a garden party from 6pm to 10pm at my house. There were about
fifty people there and lots of food. The food included KFC, trifle, fried bread and lots of
other nice food. It smelt and tasted delicious.
Most of the people there were my aunties, uncles and a lot of my cousins too. We had
to wait because my uncle was going to bless the delicious food and my cousins and I were
waiting like lions to tuck into the big feast. I was sure it was going to be worth the wait.
When the prayer was done, we got stuck into the delicious food. I had some fried bread,
KFC chicken and chips, some water melon and a glass of Fanta. My aunty made the fried
bread and it was so nice with the melted butter on top of it. The watermelon was ripe – it
was as juicy as the juiciest orange.
My aunties, uncles, cousins and I got to the dessert; the trifle was waiting for us all to
eat it. When I put the trifle into my mouth, the flavour of berries invaded my taste buds,
the cream was tantalising and the custard would have made Jamie Oliver proud.
When the meal was over, my tummy was sore from all that food. The food was delicious
and my tummy felt like it was going to burst.
By Zen Kawharu
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7L
16
A Blonde Moment
At MERC
Moli Faiva
As I lay on my black leather couch watching Spongebob, I found myself ravenous for food. I
looked out the window of my beach house at Long Bay. The tide was starting to go out and
the sun was about quarter of the way up the sky, so I guessed it was about 9.00am. Time
for some breakfast.
I felt like a McDonalds McMuffin, so I got changed out of my velvet dressing gown, into
my leather jacket, treaded outside, and into my golden Toyota Supra. The only problem
was, the nearest McDonalds store was 70 miles away. Never mind, into the car, down the
street, to the airport, and into my private jet. The take off was amazingly smooth thanks to
my newly appointed pilot, Dwayne Johnson. What a guy.
We landed on the strip of road just outside the carpark of the Bombay McDonalds. You
should have seen the looks I received from the people at the drive-thru.
My usual car was waiting for me and off we went. Since I wanted to get back early to
catch the rest of Spongebob, I decided to take the drive-thru. The travel from the plane to
the car to the drive-thru was extremely short (as you would imagine). As I was driving to
the speaker, I asked myself, one McMuffin, or two? In the end I decided on only one. Two
would have been just a bit too much for my delicate tummy. Looking at the price of three
dollars, it was a steal.
Since the price was so good (and I am so generous), I gave the attendant a newly
printed twenty-dollar bill and told her to keep the change. The lady who gave me my order
was a petite young lady with blonde hair and a slight tan. She was wearing the latest Sony
headphones, and listening to Justin Beiber. After about a minute or so, she finally noticed
I was there and looking very hungry. She gave me my bag with a smile. We quickly drove
to my jet (which was still parked on the road and causing a major traffic jam) ready to head
home.
As soon as I got home, I knew I was about to take a bite of glorious McDonaldness.
I picked up the remote.
I walked to the couch.
I turned on the TV.
I unwrapped the bag.
I sat down.
I could feel what it was going to be.
Tender… Sensational… Delicious… Scrumptious… Tasteatrickular…
Heck, now I’m just making up words.
Opening up the box I almost started to weep. Actually, I was crying. My eyes were blood
red. I ran outside to get some air, and as soon as I got there, I returned to perfect but the
moment I went back inside, my eyes really stung. I decided to just eat, but when I took the
first bite it was outrageous. As I opened the muffin up I expected to see a platypus egg,
bacon that’s been left out in the sun, and mouldy bread, but what did I see? Onions! I hate
onions! That petite blonde young lady with the iPad listening to Justin Beiber had done to
me what no one else had ever done… she gave me onions.
NO! ANOTHER BLONDE MOMENT!
By Rogan McPherson
My Favourite Things To Do
Sleep, eat cheese, chocolate and having baths,
Watching TV and playing on my PC,
Transformers, action figures, playing with my Lego,
Going to the lolly shop, and I like the movies!
I like the Greek gods, and medieval weapons,
All of the Nerf guns, PS2 and PokeMon,
Earning some money by selling stuff on Trade Me,
Wedges, steak and sausages, and after that the toilet!!
Lester, Viliami and Sebastian
I love my mum, and I love my dad,
Mr Langatuki is very cool,
Going to Dilworth, and Tyrone, and Cotter House,
Memphis Meltdowns, and I like to sleep!!!
By Rogan McPherson
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
7L
17
Dear Christian
How are you? I haven’t seen you in a long time. How are you and your family?
Since I saw you last, times have been hard. When I see the people on the streets, there
are kids under five that are begging for food. That makes me cry. It upsets me the most
knowing that these kids have a very bad future. This is a dangerous place for any person
to be.
There has been a terrific drought in our area for the past four months, which has caused
our crops to fail. It is amazing to see how much the weather plays a part in our lives. It can
give life but it can also take it away. We are literally starving because of the disaster that
has been caused.
My mum took me out of school because she could not afford to pay my fees. So what I’m
doing now is working at a farm to get money for my family to eat food and not to starve.
The work is hard and my body aches every day. I hate having to do it and would dearly like
to play with my friends. Do you think you can help my family and me so we don’t get to the
stage where we may have to go begging out on the streets?
I hope this letter gets to you in time.
Yours sincerely
Rogan McPherson (on right) performs with the flute consort
Moli Faiva
A Trip to McDonald’s
It was 10am on a bright Saturday morning as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. I slowly
stood up and staggered to my massive marble shower. I put my pyjamas on the heated rail
and pulled open the door. I pushed the button and water poured out from everywhere as
the song More by Usher started to play. I got changed into my globe high-tops, white axel
t-shirt and my black skinny jeans. Suddenly I could see rays of sunlight shining through
the curtains. After opening my native-wood door, I walked to the driveway where my
black Hummerzine was expertly parked. I walked up to it and my chauffeur Alfred kindly
opened the door for me. Slowly I slid into the back and felt the soft leather under me.
My Hummerzine had a mini-fridge with Coke and other fizzy drinks in it, nice soft black
couches and a limited edition Xbox 360 connected to a 40 inch flat screen TV. After I had
a look around my cool new ride I told the driver to get me to the Greenlane McDonald’s
because I was feeling as hungry as a lion.
After a long 30-minute ride (which should have taken 10 minutes) you could hear my
stomach gurgling and roaring with hunger. Swiftly I walked through the door and straight
away I could smell the salty chips and delicious burgers. I ran up to the counter and there
was a young lady in the McDonald’s uniform behind the counter. With a great big smile she
said: “Hi, welcome to McDonald’s. Please make your order.”
I ended up ordering a Big Mac Combo with a large Coke and 20 Chicken McBites (a
favourite on my list).
Patiently I waited for at least 20 minutes and then she came back out with a tray with
my burger, fries and Coke on it. I looked at the food on the tray and then realized that it
was not what I’d ordered!
I complained to the lady: “Excuse me, I ordered a Big Mac Combo with a large Coke and
20 Chicken McBites!”
The lady started to panic, ran back into the kitchen and started shouting at the kitchen
staff. Everybody was looking at me and it was pretty embarrassing.
When she had finished shouting at the kitchen staff she came back out to the counter
and started apologizing. I said that it would be fine and that they could make it again.
After I said that she wiped away her tears and became very determined to get me my
order, which of course was fine with me because now I really wanted my Big Mac Combo
with a large Coke and 20 Chicken McBites!
It was well worth the wait.
Michael Loukoianov
By Zen Kawharu
Admiring the equipment of the Armed Offenders Squad
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7L
18
Tama’s Torturous Temptation
Ainsley Scrivener 7L
Tama just finished his normal rugby practise on a sunny Wednesday. Walking home, he
felt a rush of cold, misty air wrap him up like a cloak. His bones trembled. Instantly Tama
turned and saw a family having dinner. A youngish looking man was eagerly watching the
Rabbitohs playing the Panthers in the NRL Grand Final. His body language showed that it
must have been a really close game.
Tama’s eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of an abandoned house. Fifth Avenue was
a notorious road known to have interesting and weird looking houses. He decided to have
a look.
Inside the rusty gates, he saw a lifeless garden. Pitch-black clouds hovered over the
house, and lights flickered from one window to the next.
He could see a ‘beware’ sign that stated ‘Enter if you Dare’, covered in a dark red smudge
which looked like fresh blood. All of a sudden, Tama heard screeches from the top rooms.
He was horror-struck.
Tama stepped inside. He gazed upwards and gasped. There was a glowing shadow that
looked like a small girl at the top of the first floor stairway. As soon as it had appeared, it
vanished.
Tama slowly opened the door. It creaked and screeched terribly. Next minute the door
slammed shut. He turned round with a gaze that could have frozen water and noticed a
small movement on the floor, then the walls, then the pictures, then the ceiling. This was
not right and Tama knew it.
The creaking from the door started again and a strange wrinkled hand slid along the
polished wooding floor.
Ahhhhhhhhh!
By Viliami Fungavaka
Texting While Driving
Dion Gilbert 7L
Who has a phone here? I know quite a lot of you do. Do you take it onto the road? What
about the local supermarket? No? Then how come you insist on taking it onto the
motorway, yet not into the movie theatre? Take my advice and DON’T!
I don’t get it! People still call when all you have to do is turn on your radio or TV and
hear people are dying because of a simple phone call!
The police are doing their best, but still more than 6,000 car crashes happen and 2,600
people do die EVERY YEAR while using their cell phones in cars. Just because some person
carelessly answers their phone! Beware! Drivers on cell phones are 18% slower to react and
brake!
I heard a new law has passed that the driver can’t text on the motorway, yet most
people still do! In fact 81% of drivers admit to calling or texting people while they are
driving. From 2009 results, the most crashes happen with 25-29 year olds – that’s when
you finally get to drive alone.
I personally think it is unfortunate, because it’s impossible to concentrate on two things
at the same time. I would advise a fully licensed driver to help the 15-19 year olds – since
they have the least experience, they are most likely to crash. The worst thing that can
happen is that you kill someone or even yourself! But, if you carelessly drive you might just
get fined $200. An example is where you might bump into someone’s boot and they go
flying into a tree and get seriously injured. Not cool, when you still have to pay your water
bills or get a present for your daughter’s birthday.
A solution is that you can put your phone in sleep mode, or you can give it to a
passenger. If you’re really tempted, hide it in the back seat or don’t bring it all because you
don’t want to get caught!
So if you see a driver reaching for their phone, tell them the possible outcome of this
action. Tell them they can pull over to the side to answer it there.
Think about it. If I answer it I will be more likely to crash, get fined and get a bad
reputation. But if I leave it, I’ll probably save one or two lives.
I know what I would choose. You decide.
By Ainsley Scrivener
Tika Taniwha 7L
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7L
19
Master Hoagie
Ingredients
Serves 1 very hungry person!
1 Italian bread (25cm)
3-5 strips of bacon
3 slices of ham
5 slices of cheese
10g of lettuce
Mayonnaise
Mustard
3 Olives
5 sliced tomatoes
Step 1: Open the Italian bread.
Step 2: Spread mayonnaise on the bottom of the bun.
Step 3: Place chicken over the mayonnaise.
Zen Kawharu 7L
Step 4: Lay olives over the chicken.
Step 5: Put several strips of bacon over the olives.
Step 6: Lay the cheese over the bacon.
Step 7: Place the shredded carrots between the cheese.
Step 8: Sprinkle layers of shredded lettuce over the cheese with carrot.
Step 9: Place tomatoes carefully over lettuce.
Step 10: Lay ham over the tomatoes.
Step 11: Squirt mustard over the top of the bun.
Step 12: Squish together and enjoy!
By Michael Loukoianov
Moli Faiva 7L
Snorkelling Madness
Whoosh! I got smacked right over by a giant wave. When I came to I was lying face down
on the shore. Long Bay doesn’t normally have these size waves. When I recovered I looked
around. It was a sunny but windy day and I saw the surf kayakers and the surfers riding the
waves. I felt small, getting bowled over by the waves.
I waded in with the rest of the group. I was just floating, scratching the rash my wetsuit
had given me. When we tried looking underwater we couldn’t see anything because the
water was too murky. Then I breathed in and the water rushed into my mouth and I started
coughing and spluttering. My body felt terrible.
Suddenly the whistle blew three times and we all rushed back to shore, to find out
that we could have a free swim. Yippee! The word jumped out of my mouth like a squirrel
chasing an acorn. We took off our flippers and snorkels and flew into the water. Splash!
Splash! Splash! We were having so much fun.
The whistle again. We had to go back in. What! How fast the time flew.
We were off to have our brilliant morning tea.
By Michael Loukoianov
Fa’amalua Peteru 7L
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7L
20
My Greatest Meal
One fine Tuesday evening in 2004 I had the greatest meal ever with my mum, dad and my
sister. It made it all the more special because we were all there. We had our delicious meal
at our house, just down the road from Mangere Bridge township.
When mum, dad and my sister prepared the food, I could smell the glorious scents from
the backyard. When I rushed inside to take a look, I looked at the table and saw the roast
pork. The smells were absolutely amazing! The steam off the meat, the juices flowing onto
the plate – it was a sight made in heaven. The crackling was set out perfectly on the side,
all golden brown with grains of salt glistening in the seams of skin. With the pork and the
crackling were the juicy tomatoes, poached eggs with the yolk nice and runny and a nice
tall, cool glass of Sprite. The condensation was dripping from the top. I was stunned.
I sat down as there was no time to waste. I started scoffing the beautiful roast pork
and tearing apart the crunchy crackling like a vicious beast tearing apart its prey. Every
mouthful was like the morning sunshine in my mouth, butterflies in spring and chocolate
at Easter. After a very short time (and some breaths in between) I finally finished. I looked
around the table and my family were only just finishing what was on their plates! I actually
was staring at their plates so they all started guarding them like the meal was the most
precious thing on the planet.
It was an amazing meal and I love spending time with my family.
Jaxon Tauti 7L
By Lester Mills
The Interview
Viliami Likuohihifo 7L
Rogan McPherson 7L
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I had been waiting for three weeks to get a reply, and it finally came. I guess I should
tell you what I’m talking about. A couple of weeks ago, I applied for my dream job: chief
surgeon at Tokoroa Veterinary Centre. I have wanted to be a vet since I was nine, and since I
got an excellent education I decided to make the most of it.
I got a letter from them today, and was about to open it. My teeth ripped it open like
a paper shredder. There were many paragraphs, so I just skipped to the last one. I was
delighted, because I had just scored an interview for next Friday. I couldn’t be bothered
reading the rest of it because I was just so excited. I ran out to my huge closet and picked
out my snazzy clothes for the big day.
I looked stunning: black jeans, a black denim suit and a white tie. My Labrador Cody
even starting nudging against my leg. I was perfect.
Picking up the remote, I pressed open, and a huge hole opened up in my floor. Two
things popped out – an elevator and an escalator. I decide to take the elevator, since it had
a chair in it. It took me all the way down to my garage. There were so many cars to choose
from. I decided to take my Lamborghini.
Before I went to my interview, I decided to stop at KFC for lunch. The guy at the DriveThru had black hair and fair skin. I thought he must be rich because he was listening to
an iPad and his nametag said ‘Josh’. There was a Porsche in the employee car park with a
P-Plate saying JOSHY! I asked for a Quarter Pack and a Tower Burger Combo. I parked in
the back of The Warehouse and I dived into my lunch. When I finished eating I was a mess.
Luckily, I brought an exact replica of what I was already wearing. I got changed, and drove
to my interview. The one that could change my life.
I arrived at the Veterinary Centre at 1 o’clock. When I got there, I was really surprised.
The people who were also applying for the job were waiting in line, but they were
disgusting – old ratty vests, ripped jeans and dirty white singlets. There were six people in
front of me. They were all way shorter than me. One was shooting snot from his nose onto
the person in front of him. After about an hour of waiting, the secretary called my name.
As I stepped into the interview room, I gave the interviewer my references. “So, you used
to be a fireman, you went to Yale and you were accepted to go to Dilworth School! You
have lots of potential. I’ll remember that.”
A week later, there was a letter in my mailbox. I tore it open and read it: “You have had
a very good life, and a very good education. I am sorry, but you are not qualified for this
position. You should have applied to be a chief surgeon.”
I thought in my head, isn’t that what I applied for? Even though I was confused, I
continued to read: “You are much to good for this position. Do you seriously want to be a
pooper-scooper?”
By Rogan McPherson.
7N
21
Aaron Cruden
The number on his shirt is a blur
He runs like a jet with the turbines going crazy
The ball can barely take the speed
It’s slipping but he holds on with a death grip.
His legs go as fast as a stag running for its life
The tension in the crowd is up as he sidesteps the enemy countless times
He moves to take the last stand like an army commander
With god-speed, as the opponent closes in he dodges
Bam!
Number 10 scores!
Another All Black hero
Aaron Cruden.
By Calem McInerney
Adam Thompson
Fast as light, strong as Hercules and as mad as a bull,
This human god runs out to the side of the field,
Bowling the opposition over like a magnitude 10 earthquake,
He’s running at the speed of light,
The ball gets passed to him as fast as a tank shell getting shot into the enemy
But that doesn’t stop him from catching it.
This human tank sprints down the field,
Knocking anyone who would dare oppose him,
This mortal of destruction is three metres away from the try line,
Running, then he leaps and he lands
The impact is as big as a meteor hitting the Earth,
TRY!
By Matthew Macnaughtan
Christian Cullen
The Paekakariki Express says it all,
With the speed of a greyhound and the agility of a fish,
With lightning quickness he zaps through tackles,
His step is like a hot knife cutting through butter,
He has the crowd on the edge of their seats.
All eyes are on him depending on him to score the winning try,
The ball is like gold as he protects it with his life,
Like a silent assassin he takes down the opposition,
He sprints past the opponent like a prisoner on the run,
However he has what it takes to be the best fullback in the world,
He is Christian Cullen.
By Chris Hirst
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7N
22
Ali Williams
His body is as strong as a brick wall
When he runs, flames come off his back
He’s a train coming towards you
He blows the opposition up with his haka
His arms are so powerful he can catch a ball at 80km an hour
When the ball comes flying at him in a lineout he’s like a cheetah
Digging his claws into the ball.
You tackle him, it feels like he’s steel
Tough man. Joker. All Black hero.
By Tom Kent
(l to r) Kevin Zhou, Leo Tanoa’i, Danny Wu
Brad Thorn
He crushes his opposition,
Smashing them to the ground as dust,
He’s like a brick wall, built to stand the force of an earthquake.
You can’t run away, because he’s as quick as a leopard,
Sweat beams from his face as he drags you to the ground,
His voice is like a foghorn warning people that he’s approaching,
The sight of him gives people goose bumps,
The number five on his back glees with joy every time we win.
He is God’s MAN.
By Angus Pemberton
Bryan Williams (Begee)
Indivar Kumar accompanied by Mr Greenwood
He is like a magician, tricking his opponents with his fast sidestepping
Bowling his opponents over as if he is a bulldozer
Feared by other players like he is a king and they are his slaves
The field catches fire as he runs on to it.
Kicks like a Tae-kwon-do master
His son is now in the Manu Samoa rugby team carrying on his legend.
By Faapaee Faamausili
Colin Slade
The apprentice sprints down the field like a bullet fired to meet its prey.
When you look at his intense face you know to back away,
When he runs he’s like a stealth bomber unseen because he’s so fast and so accurate,
When kicking at the goal the ball flies towards the bullseye like an arrow.
Determined to put the enemy to the test,
Convincing everyone that he’s the best,
He took one for the team,
A Canterbury stalwart.
By Leo Tanoa’i
Angus Pemberton
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7N
23
Conrad Smith
The man of steel runs onto the field to scare his nemesis
When the ball comes his way he slithers through the enemy lines like a snake
He is more durable than a spy plane
The shirt on his back is a blur when he runs
Trying to take him on is like taking on a battalion of tanks
His shadow is darker than pitch black
He jumps so high he can bound higher than the moon
When he stamps, a small earthquake comes your way
The All Blacks follow him to victory
The legendary Conrad Smith.
By Anzac Warwood
Cory Jane
Danny Wu and Ryan Southworth
The 88-kilogram flaming rocket fires onto the field,
Faster than a B-2 bomber can drop a nuclear warhead
Sprinting into position to take on the enemy for victory and glory
His hair stands like the dorsal fin of shark on his head
He is super aerodynamic
A dangerous attacker
A ninja on the loose
Smashing down the front line like bowling pins falling in a strike
All you can see is the smear of the number 14
At the speed of light, the ball is slammed over the line.
By Kevin Zhou
Doug Howlett
He runs onto the field with pride, wearing the black jersey
The fire in his eyes makes him look like a fierce warrior getting ready for a battle
He is faster then a cheetah and stronger than a bull.
While he is on the wing he waits for the ball
He lines up the ball carrier then goes in for the big hit
When anyone needs support he is always there
As he runs down the sideline to get a try his wavy hair flows in the wind
The crowd goes wild
Once again he pleases the fans.
Calem McInerney, Joel Ibbs and Leo Tanoa’i enjoying the Annual Dinner
By Izayah Simi
Ma’a Nonu
He’s as fast as an orange Ferrari with his lightning boots
The man sets up tries like a conveyer belt turns out ice cream
He tramples over the opponent like an immense giant
His hair rockets in the wind as he blasts in for a try
The ball ignites when he passes it wide
His legs are like train engines when he is running for a try
He steps like a puma getting ready to pounce
Another try for Ma’a Nonu.
By Connor Bindon
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At Camp MERC
7N
24
Daniel Carter
The ball comes his way,
He gears up for battle,
As fast as a golden bullet,
Then he breaks through the line like a huge bulldozer.
As fierce as a lion roaring,
Cooler than an ice cube in the Arctic,
He flattens their faces on the sideline.
Like a tank on the grasslands,
He scares the opponents away
The crowd goes wild when he dives under the goal post and scores
The conversion hits the middle of the target
The ball spins perfectly and all the girls faint.
The man of steel
Dan Carter.
By Eneasi Tu’a
Anthony Pereira-Bureta 7N
Israel Dagg
The trained sergeant marches onto the field geared up for combat,
The hero punts the ball like an RPG missile down the battlefield,
He chases the ball mimicking a cheetah chasing after an antelope,
He leaps for the ball with the athleticism of a gold medallist high jumper,
Winning the battle, a wave drowns through the crowd,
The hero dives for the ground,
He stands with pride and honour,
The All Black army win the war and salute the Sorcerer,
He’s got the moves like no other
He is Israel Dagg.
By Indivar Kumar
Matthew Macnaughtan 7N
Richard Kahui
Faster than a cruise missile
Tougher than a tank
And more cunning than a fox
It must be Richard Kahui.
The crowd is desperate for action
And ‘Kaks’ is going to bring it
He explodes through tackles
He puts his sights on the try line
Then he jumps like a pouncing puma
Attacking its prey.
By Danny Wu
Riley Scrivener 7N
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7N
25
Jonah Lomu
He has the speed of a golden missile
The force of a rhino
When he gets the ball he lights up the crowd with excitement.
He never lets go of the ball until he passes the try line to celebrate
They try to stop him but he is a rampaging bull
He runs through the line breaking them like twigs.
He flattens their faces on the sideline
The glow in his eyes jolts the opponents away
This legend returns.
By William To’ofohe
Piri Weepu
His vociferous voice roars over the opposition like a terrifying warrior
When in defence he is a snake, viciously hunting down its kill
The flaming fire within his eyes gives nothing away other than there is no mercy
The momentum of his pass is like a criminal on the run, avoiding the opposition
His kicking ability outsmarts the opposition
He is always one move in front of the opponent, like a skilled chess player.
The smiling number nine on his shirt gives it away
He is Piri Weepu.
Brandon Rangi-Dixon 7N
By Anthony Pereira
Mils Muliaina
He’s an almighty warrior standing proud
A bionic man with unique power
He sprints on to the battleground
Planning his attack.
Taking grip of the ball like a trophy
Fending off the foe with his iron arms
He lets his shoulders do the talking
He breaks through the line with ease
Charging through tackles like a rhino
Plunging onto the try line and scoring the winning try.
’Eneasi Tu’a 7N
By Tuhoea Tuteao
Richie McCaw
The commander sprints onto the field like a stealth bomber taking off for battle
Determined to put his enemy to the sword
His platoon of fourteen elite trained agents will eliminate the opposition
He crushes the front line
Using his reinforced steel shoulders to make pulverizing tackles
He takes hold of the ball like a flag in battle
And raises it high as he scores the winning try
Sweat crowns his head with the glory of his triumph
An All Black legend.
By Joel Ibbs
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Faamausili Faapaee 7N
7N
26
Sonny Bill Williams
Cooler than the other side of the pillow
He’s as strong as Jake ‘The Muss’ when he’s angry
He runs faster than Osama Bin Laden before he was found
As tall as the Sky Tower when he jumps in the air
His tattoos shine after ripping up his sleeve
Flames sit inside his eyes
He dives into Quade Cooper like a beast
He receives the ball and never lets go
And finally puts it down at the try line
Money Bill Williams…
I mean Sonny Bill Williams.
By Brandon Rangi-Dixon
Tomas Kent 7N
Steven Donald
He is like a tiger sprinting on the field
Like a swinging bulldozer as he smashes the ball through the post
Known for the accuracy of his passes
As time ticks by he figures out a plan to pulverise his rivals
Mighty steel legs push him over the try line
As skilled as a tiger hunting its prey
Sweat illustrates the exertion that he puts into the game
Beaver fever spreads around New Zealand
A dangerous kicker is among us
Like a tiger on the loose
He wins the ball so easily, like taking candy from a baby
He might be number 21 but to me he is number 1.
By Isaac Nijenhuis
Unknown 7N
Tana Umaga
Tony Woodcock
The 118kg bus drives and knocks the opposition over
Don’t try to stop him as it is like stopping a charging rhino
Watch his steel shoulders hit the opposition
He is as strong as an ox
When he gets the ball he is a human tank
Get him angry and you will have the Hulk rise up against you
He is a Helensville sheep and dairy farmer
Yet he carries the best range of skills of any prop on the planet
Tony Woodcock the Rugby World Cup try scorer.
By Morgan Grace
More powerful than Graham Henry’s stare
Faster than Usain Bolt
Able to leap over players in a single bound it’s…
Tana Umaga!!
He ploughs through the opposition
Slaughters the enemy like Genghis Khan
Like shoving a nuke down your throat
Have you ever tackled a brick wall?
Fire a tank-piercing round in his face, see what happens
Go kamikaze and fly an Airbus plane into him, and watch him crush it
His dreads strike fear in the hearts of the bravest
He will be reborn
A legend once again.
By Ryan Southworth
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Are video games good
for you?
K
ick! Punch! K.O.! That’s the sound of constant fighting. Clang! Level up! That’s the
sound of the classic RPG. What do both these things have in common? They are both
in the game world. I’m here to talk to you today about video games, giving you a
history lesson on them and addressing the main question that is always on everyone’s
mind: are video games good for you?
The first video game was created in the early 1940’s for the computer. It was a game
where players played as a missile defense system and they tried to destroy all incoming
forces. After seeing how successful the first video game was, companies began making
more and more computer games. After the 1960’s the companies who made all the
computer games began building game consoles and handheld games. The first game
console was developed by Ralph Baer and named the Brown Box, but it wasn’t for sale.
It was just a demonstration unit that would get the general public ready for the real first
console – the Magnavox Odyssey. It was much more successful than anyone could have
ever imagined, selling over 100,000 consoles. After that, more and more companies began
making video game consoles and games, and that’s how video games started.
Let’s address the first question on the matter. Are they good for you physically? Sure,
it’s fine to play video games once in a while, but if you play them constantly you’ll find
yourself playing a bit more each time and before you know it you’ll be sucked in with no
way to get out. You’ll find yourself pulling all-nighters and still playing in the morning.
Physically you’ll be a mess. You’ll find yourself constantly shunned by your friends and
family because of your breath, you’ll be half asleep all hours of the day and you’ll find
yourself to be unusually afraid of sunlight. So physically it’s not the best way to spend your
days if you care about your physical status or your health in general.
Time to address our second question on the matter. Is it good for you mentally? Your
thoughts can be heavily affected by video games. You can suddenly start using rulers as
swords because of the new medieval game you bought or constructing guns out of Lego
because of the new gun game you bought. You could even start having dreams about your
games and then waking up to find you were asleep playing late at night. And if you play
games enough you may start thinking like the game character that you play in your game.
So no, they aren’t good for you mentally either.
And so, in conclusion, video games are not good for you mentally or physically. That
doesn’t mean don’t play them. What it does mean is don’t play them too much. You might
get addicted.
By David Auna
‘Warriors’, ‘Seekers’ and their author
W
hen you read the books Warriors or Seekers you properly think of one author,
Erin Hunter, but when you go to the Internet you’ll find out that Erin Hunter is
actually four different authors!
In 2003, HarperCollins asked Victoria to write a fantasy series about cats, but she was
more interested in dogs and not a reader of fantasy books. So after writing one storyline,
Kate Cary was told to write the book while Victoria went behind the scenes to look after
details and edit the books.
Then on the third book, Forest of Secrets, Cherith Baldry joined the group. Later, Tui
Sutherland joined and wrote the first special edition of ‘Warriors’ (Firestar’s Quest) and she
became the fourth Erin Hunter. Together they wrote more than 50 books and they are still
writing!
Erin Hunter is a made up name used by the authors Kate Cary, Cherith Baldry and Tui
Sutherland, along with editor Victoria. They have written about four series of books.
They are best known for the Warriors series which is about cats, but the authors have also
written another similar series called Seekers, which is about bears. The name Erin Hunter
was created because using different names on the books would have meant the books
would be put in different places in libraries, making them hard to find and confusing for
readers. Erin Hunter was chosen because it fitted the theme of cats in Warriors.
The three authors were born in the United Kingdom, and the editor in the United States.
Each of the authors has a different role. Victoria creates the storyline of each book and the
authors take turns writing the books. Tui is the newest member of the Erin Hunter group
and mostly writes for the Seekers series. She has written only a few Warriors books; most of
them are field guides. Another person who is not an ‘Erin Hunter’ is Dan Jolley who wrote
the comic series of Warriors and Seekers.
Many of the characters in the Warriors series have a number of name changes. The
mother gives a kit their ‘first’ name, usually by their fur colour (Cinder, Ash, Fire), or their
length (Half, Long), or eye colour (Yellow, Blue). Kittens are given the suffix of ‘-kit’, while
apprentices are given ‘-paw’. When the character becomes Warrior, the Clan leader selects
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a new suffix for its name. All Clan leaders take the suffix ‘-star’ but deputies retain their
warrior name until they are made leader. There are five Clans and one tribe in the series
(ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan the newest clan, and the
Tribe of Rushing Water). They all have different personalities and specialties.
So next time you go in the library don’t forget to check out the HUN section in the
library where you will find the books about Warriors and Seekers, and don’t be fooled by
the name!
By Kevin Gao
7P
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My Beach
It was a long drive to Ninety Mile Beach. It took two hours. It was the Christmas holidays.
We were going to stay at my Nana’s house. Every day my family and I went to the beach.
It was so cool. The waves were big, the birds were fighting over food and there was lots of
seaweed on the sand. I saw fish jumping out of the water. I saw motorbikes. It looked like
some people were having a surf competition. There were little sand storms. All my cousins
were playing cricket so I joined in. Then we played some soccer and rugby. At last it was
time to go home.
By Phineas Hauraki
Beach Dreams
My Beach
In the holidays I go to my favourite beach. When I get there I like to look for big waves so
I can go surfing. I like to swim in the salty water and bodysurf the waves. I like the white
sand because it’s so hot. I like the sunrise in the morning because it reflects off the water
and into your eyes. I like sitting on the rocks and listening to the waves smashing on the
sand, the bird noises, the trees blowing and the smell of the beach and the water.
I step out of my V8 Chevvy. All the girls stare at my ride. My friends come up to me to say
“sup?” It’s a nice sunny day at Piha with a soft, gentle breeze. There’s a surf competition
going on. There are boats a few miles out and families spending time together. I smell a
juicy steak with barbeque sauce. My stomach starts rumbling so my mates and I go up to
the bach and grab some steaks to BBQ back on the beach. Delicious! The sand is burning
my feet. I see the waves crash; the perfect time to swim. I run in. It’s so cool and fresh it’s
like magic. Sadly it soon gets late. My friends have headed home and it’s pretty much pitch
black. But today is what you call a dream day.
By Luca Macioce
By Josh Kent
Recipe for A Summer Holiday
Ingredients:
Barbeque
Friends
Swimming
Sunny days
Method:
Start by adding 1 cup of sunny days and swimming
Stir while adding 1 cup of friends and a barbeque.
Add Coca Cola for extra taste.
Freeze for 8 weeks and you will get a prefect holiday.
Holiday Recipe
Start by getting a bowl out of the cupboard
Put in a cup of relaxation
Boil in a pot with 500g of moving to another house, then strain
Add to a bowl of playing on the Wii
Stir in going to the beach and mix with visiting family
Put in 500g of going to the movies
Finally, add in 20ml of traveling to Hawaii.
Beat till fluffy, then bake for 8 weeks
Ice with a mixture of being happy and spending time with family.
By Takerei Komene
By Issey Ohtaka
My Beach
A Recipe for A Summer Holiday
First put in a flat screen TV
Add half a bench of dirty dishes
Then stir some PS3 (24/7) in there
Put 3 pools in the cake
Sprinkle friends on top
Then add cat food
And make sure you pour softball on top
Leave in the oven for 7 weeks and serve to family.
By Ben Craw
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It was a long, four hour drive. We were going to Ninety-Mile Beach. The first time I was
there I saw big waves and birds diving to get fish. I felt the soft sand on my legs. It was
very hot and the water was very cold. I always go looking for Tuatuas. You can find them in
about one foot of water and I never forget putting my hands in the wet sand and getting
about six in each hand. I get wet all over trying to get the best ones. Every five minutes a
small sand storm would come. All the traveling cars and buses would come and look all
over my favourite beach.
By Max Whelan-Platt
7P
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Survival
Abseiling
On Tuesday 15 February all Year 7 went to Camp MERC at Long Bay. We did many activities
and one of my favourites was abseiling.
Abseiling looked easy from the bottom of the climbing wall but was scary from the top.
Abseiling is using a rope to let yourself down a cliff or wall. It was Lucas’ turn first and he
just flew down. Then it was Takerei’s turn and I thought: “One more person until my turn,”
and I started to get butterflies in my stomach. Takerei was calm going down so I thought I
could be calm too.
Our instructor ‘Moose’ buckled me up with the harness and ropes so I knew I wouldn’t
fall. I hopped backwards on the wall until I got to the bottom. Once I got there I thought
it was awesome! I was proud of myself because I have a fear of heights. I think all of my
group enjoyed abseiling and would like to do it again.
When Year 7 was on camp at MERC, Group 3’s last activity was MERC Survival. This activity
was held at Long Bay Reserve next to MERC. First we talked about the things you need
when you go tramping, and what you need to do before you go.
Next we built a shelter. We had a long rope, sticks and a big tarpaulin. We built the
shelter by tying each end of the rope around a tree and putting the tarpaulin over the rope.
Later was the best part of MERC Survival – making creamy chicken soup. We used a foldup camping stove, matches, water and kerosene. While we were waiting we were taught
how to tie knots.
Group 3 really enjoyed themselves learning the things to do with going tramping.
By Nathaniel Mika-Lemalu
By Ben Craw
My Beach
Surf Kayaking
It was a fun hour and a half – my mates and I were singing as loud as a fire engine
in the car. Once the car stopped we all sprinted to the water as fast as cheetahs. We
were riding the waves. After that we jumped off the high bridge. Later we had fish
and chips while the screeching, squawking seagulls tried to steal our food. It was a
fun, hot summer’s day.
When we got back in the car I could still feel the crunchy dry sand in my pants.
When Year 7 went to Camp MERC (Marine Education and Recreation Centre) my group’s
first activity was kayaking.
We put on wetsuits, helmets and lifejackets for safety and headed for the sea.
The waves were rough so our instructors turned the activity into ‘surf kayaking.’ The
instructors told us how to surf the kayak and steer and many other tricks.
To operate a surf kayak you get into a pair. One person sits in the kayak and the other
pushes. If you are pushing, you push the kayak until you see a big wave. Then you grab the
back of the kayak and start kicking your legs so you get propelled to the shore. If you are
seated in the kayak you steer using the ‘handle bars.’ When the wave comes the passenger
has to hold on to the handle bars and lean in the direction you want to go. Then it’s swap
around and go again. There are tricks on the surf kayak like on a skateboard: the ‘Eagle’,
the ‘Statue’ and the ‘Coffin.’
I really enjoyed surf kayaking, and so did the rest of us.
By Takerei Komene
By Ben Craw
My Beach
It was a cloudy day when we went to Mission Bay. I like going to the beach in
Autumn and Spring when it’s not too hot or too cold. People were talking, seagulls
were squawking, dogs were barking; a noisy place! The sand was white but not too
hot. There was a toilet block nearby and restaurants across the road. There was a big
fountain where kids could swim. The wind was blowing softly with the trees rustling
and waves crashing on the shore. The air was salty. I paddled in the warm water
which was reflecting the sun like liquid metal.
By Kevin Gao
MERC ‘Tournament’
Our last day of Camp MERC (Friday 18 February) at Long Bay was a memorable one. It
started off as usual with a run to the end of the bay and back, then an explanation of the
final camp activity, the Tournament.
Our instructors explained the day’s events. First up was the kayak-dig. “On your marks,
get set, GO!” All the teams were digging as if their life depended on it, making a tunnel
in the sand to get under a kayak and through to the other side. Next was the swim, about
50m out to the buoy and back, with instructors in kayaks along the way to make sure
no one got into trouble. After the swim was the run – a 50m sprint, faster than greased
lightning, to the cone and back in the middle of the day on the scorching sand – “Whew!”
12:30 was bodyboarding time. Each person had to run down the beach, jump in the
water and paddle as fast as they could out to the buoy and back, run up the beach and tag
their partner to do the exact same thing. Later it was surfing – the same as bodyboarding
except you could earn bonus points for standing up on the board and doing tricks. Last,
but not least, was Beach Flags. Players had to face away and wait for the whistle, then turn
and race to grab the ‘flag’ first.
All in all it was an awesome way to finish the week at Camp MERC.
By Sam Michie
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My Beach
It’s about a ten to fifeen minute trip to Red Beach from where I live. When we get to Red
Beach we see big waves and no rips. It smells of salt and when you can hear the crunching
of the sea shells under your feet it sounds heavenly. The water is warm and sometimes has
seaweed after the rain. I like Red Beach the most when waves are just a bit bigger than
usual. There are lots of lifeguards so ‘Red’ can be safe. It is a beach for all ages so don’t feel
scared when you take your kids.
By Elijah Woods
My Beach
It was a two-week holiday and my family and I went to our favourite beach – Papamoa.
We were lucky enough to spend the whole day there. As we arrived I could feel the
scalding hot sand sticking to my body and I could hear the clear blue ocean drifting up on
the sand and the sizzle of sausages on the BBQ – everything was great! When I entered
the cold water shivering, I was only in for twenty minutes when it was time to go. Leaving
Papamoa Beach I could still smell the BBQ and the ocean drifting onto the hot sand.
By Shaye Toa-Maxwell
My Beach
Every holidays my family and I go to my Nana’s and Grandad’s house for a couple of days.
From Dilworth it’s about an hour’s drive. Every day we try to get out to the beach, and if
the tide is in we go out sea-biscuiting, and my Grandad always goes fast for me. On the
beach I see everyone having fun building sand castles. That’s my beach - Tindal’s Bay.
By Ben Mehrtens
Bump in the Night
There was a bump in the night. I looked at my clock – 2:50am. I went downstairs to get a
glass of milk. I heard someone yell “He’s here!” then all went silent. Suddenly there was a
scream. It sounded like a girl in trouble. The noise was coming from the lounge. I crept to
the door and peeped in.
Someone had left the TV on.
By Riley East
Holiday Recipe
Grab a plate of six mates
Add a little Christmas in the Park
Mix it with a skate park everyday
Stir in being at mate’s house most nights
Whisk a broken foot for two weeks
Measure a holiday in Pataua for four nights
Boil some Rainbows End and surfing
Smoke a few kick flips
Then eat it!!!
By Luca Macioce
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Heroic Save
I was walking at night to the dairy when I heard someone scream. She was coming closer,
closer and closer. I saw the girl. She was being chased by robbers. She ran straight to me. I
had to save her – she was pretty. The two robbers were big. When they ran past I tackled
them.
Then I heard, “Cut! What do you think you’re doing? We’re trying to make a movie here!”
By Tevita Faiva
A Night at the Luna Restaurant
It was another busy night in the newly opened Luna Restaurant. All was calm in the cool
night air and the flickering glow of candlelight. Everyone was talking and laughing with
glasses of wine, full bellies and empty plates. But that was when chaos began...
The manager (Daniel) came out of the kitchen to collect the money and thank the
customers for coming to the Luna Restaurant. A man and his wife (James and Kate) were
chatting away happily when Daniel came over to collect their money. James pulled out a
cheque book and wrote a cheque for $50 dollars. As he passed it to Daniel, it accidentally
caught fire on the candle in the middle of the table. James quickly threw his glass of wine
at Daniel, dousing the fire instantly. Daniel wasn’t fast enough to realise the cheque was
on fire and thought that James had thrown wine at him for no reason. Daniel turned as red
as the wine and sputtered as it dribbled down his white tux. James swallowed...
“AAAARRRRGGHH!” Daniel screamed, throwing a banana split off a passing trolley at
James. He ducked and it landed right in front of a passing waiter, sending all the plates he
was carrying on to every single table, splattering the contents over the customers. All of
a sudden the air was filled with entrées, mains, platters, deserts and drinks. James took
a large steak to the back of his head, but Kate returned the shot with a cheesecake in the
thrower’s face. A trio of old ladies were throwing seafood. A gaggle of preschoolers were
chucking ice-cream at each other, and even the waiter was getting involved, not hitting
anyone with his shots, but having a good time altogether.
Finally the food fight came to a stop (mainly because there was no more food) and
people slowly started to drift away. Once everyone had gone, the manager walked
calmly outside from an upturned table and yelled as loud as a foghorn, sending a flock of
sparrows into the air. Squelch! A flock of sparrow droppings landed on him as they took off
into the air. He sighed loudly as the droppings slowly dripped onto the pavement.
A one of a kind night at the Luna Restaurant!
By Sam Michie
Cerberus
His dark, black hair flows in the wind as he walks down the black, rough footpath. His
piercing, grey eyes create fear in his opponents at the NBA tournament. His white moviestar teeth glow in the sunlight as he wakes up in the morning. He runs faster than a
cheetah at full speed. At the age of two he was already playing baby basketball. His mum
was American and his dad was Maori-Cook Island. When he was 19 he moved to Miami and
played basketball for the Miami Heat. In 2007 he moved to New Zealand and played for
the All Blacks. He became a legend; tougher than Jonah Lomu. His favourite thing to wear
is his Chicago Bulls jersey signed by his hero Michael Jordan. Four years later he moved
to Australia and retired from rugby and basketball. He then played Rugby League and
entered State of Origin. He played for New South Wales and they won.
Atama Ratana-Wilson
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Cerberus Guardian Of The Underworld
They all call him the scary and dangerous Cerberus. His hair is so long, spiky and sharp.
His eyes are very green during day but during the night they turn red and evil because his
keeper Hades, the God of the underworld, tells Cerberus to do everything and controls
him. His big nose is so pointy and can smell so many things from very far distances. His
mouths are very big and his big long teeth are shiny but are as sharp as chainsaws when he
is angry. His hands are very short but he can kill people and creatures with his big, sharp
nails. He walks like a very speedy Olympic runner and runs as fast as a powerful V8 engine
in a Buggati Veyron. He’s very strong, clever and fast and he’s got three pairs of gnashing
teeth because he’s got three heads. That’s the almighty Cerberus.
By Ezra Taia
Richard
Nathaniel Mika-Lemalu 7P
Richard Kanui is a young man, 20 years old. He has a pointy nose that everyone spots, black
spiky hair and white teeth that will make people faint if seen. He wears a shirt that says
“boys rule the world”, flash shoes, flaming pants that are fire proof and he usually walks
with a stagger. He plays tennis and is better than Rafael Nadal. He is faster than 1,000,000
km per hour. He plays in the Olympics and has 10 gold medals, 12 silver medals, 8 bronze
medals – 30 medals altogether. He likes watching ‘Shortland Street.’ He invented time
travel and he’s worth two hundred million dollars. He lives in the clouds, has a comfortable
bed that is wind proof and jumps high into the clouds and space. He’s as tough as a black
hole.
by Carlos Raass
Nighttime Noises.
Riley Howell 7P
Zane Moore 7P
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As I lay in my bed at 1:30 in the morning listening to my ticking clock, I heard a strange
vibrating sound coming from the kitchen. I was scared so I got out of bed and hid in
the closet. I could hear the sound getting louder and louder. It sounded closer. Then ...
“smack!” I opened my door slowly and crept out. I grabbed my cricket bat and peeked into
the kitchen. There was something flashing. I jumped out and swung my bat furiously.
It was just my mum’s phone. It had vibrated itself off the bench and was flashing for an
incoming text.
By Issey Ohtaka
Kulima Tafea 7P
8C
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The hare and tortoise rap
There was a hare who thought he was fast
But Na Na No today he comes last
He was always boasting about his speed and how fast he could run
There were no challengers, no not even one
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe ’cause he might laugh in your face
The tortoise came out and said bring it on fool
The hare just laughed ’cause he thought he was cool
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe cause he might laugh in your face
They waited at the line and got ready for the shot
All the girls screamed cause they thought hare was hot
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe cause he might laugh in your face
When the gun went, hare was off in a dash
Leaving tortoise behind, covered in ash
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe ’cause he might laugh in your face
Hare was ahead by nearly a mile
With tortoise at the start cause he was taking a while
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe ’cause he might laugh in your face
Hare stopped, to take a look back
Tortoise was just coming past the shack
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe ’cause he might laugh in your face
Hare had a sleep under an old oak tree
Tortoise tiptoed past saying Wahoo! Yippee!
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe cause he might laugh in your face
Hare opened his eyes and had a look for his foe
He was nearly at the finish line though
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe ’cause he might laugh in your face
He ran and he ran to the finish line
But tortoise was already opening up a bottle of wine
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe cause he might laugh in your face
Hare said to the crowd that the tortoise cheated
The entire crowd said no you just got defeated
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe ’cause he might laugh in your face
Tortoise beat the hare that day
Admitting the tortoise won, hare will never say
Slow and steady wins the race
Don’t misjudge your foe cause he might laugh in your face.
By River Featherstone & Caleb Norman
Why you should prepare
for a Zombie Apocalypse
It’s a warm sunny afternoon. You can smell the freshly cut grass; hear the baby birds
chirping. You’re taking a leisurely stroll, then all of a sudden – BLAH! A zombie attacks
from the bushes! Do you know what to do? Run to my house, ’cause I’m prepared!
The world’s a funny place isn’t it? We’ve been through mad-cow disease, the plague,
swine flu, the Rise of Lady Gaga, now ‘2012’. Yet you think a zombie apocalypse isn’t
possible? Listen to yourselves!
So, say this apocalypse does happen. Would you rather a zombie munching at your arm?
Painfully, unmercifully turning you into the Undead?
Now people, let’s get serious for a second. We’re talking about something that’s ten
times worse than rabies: you can’t control your mind, you can’t control your bladder, you
are… a zombie!
Or you could be like me, saving the human race from extinction. Every day is like X-box
live Black Ops Zombies – YEEAARR! So this is the plan. You gotta get yourself a Zombie
Survival kit.
First, you need weapons. Now if you don’t have the guts to kill a fly, get over it. But
I understand not all of us can get our hands on an AK47. But we can use some everyday
household items, such as a crowbar, butcher knife, hedge clippers or the garden rake.
These are all suitable items. Your also gonna need transportation. When there’s an
Apocalypse you can afford to ride in style, everyone being Undead and all, the least of their
problems is a stolen Lamborghini. Why a Lamborghini? Well, our ride needs speed to out
run the zombies, durability to run over the zombies, and most importantly, style, you gotta
look good when your killing the zombies. But the most important asset when dealing with
an Apocalypse is – A Hideout, and I’m not talking bout’ a tree house, I’m talking 6 Inch
thick Steel walls, A 10, 000 volt electric fence and a state of the art alarm system, but most
important, it’s gotta be close to Burger King, A man’s gotta eat. So now you’ve got the
basic tools for survival. But why go through all this trouble, can’t we just, hope this goes
away? NO! We have to do what ever takes to carry on the human race, for the evolution
of mankind! Even if that means smashing your zombie sister with a rake? Yes. Yes it does.
So join forces with me and pre-pare for a living nightmare worse that watching Justin
Bieber’s music video. But, (singing) if tomorrow never comes ----- will she know how
much I love her. Probably not, cos she’ll be a zombies happy meal by then. So, goodnight
and if there’s an Apocalypse... GOOD LUCK!
By Anthony Smith
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Rugby World Cup 2011
8C ‘Hercules’ performance
We’re getting ready for the kick-off. The crowd are on the edge of their seats. The All Blacks
vs The Springboks in the World Cup final! The fireworks have gone off with a bang! Green,
purple, orange, yellow, blue and gold! Welcome! I’m your commentator for tonight’s game.
And there’s the kick-off! The ball has gone far down the field. The Springboks can
literally feel the ball whip past their faces. WOW! What a game we’re going to have
tonight!
As The Springboks catch the ball, the All Blacks are already closing the gap!
“This is probably the All Blacks’ best game yet, I must say,” says The Springboks’ coach.
“We are going to obliterate the Springboks,” says Graham Henry with enthusiasm.
The All Blacks now have the ball. They’re charging past the Springboks like they’re not
even there. Sonny Bill Williams has the ball now, and it’s all up to the fullback from The
Springboks – can he do it?
Ouch! Head high tackle from the fullback! Is he going off? Yes, yes he is! That was a very
ferocious tackle!
Sonny Bill Williams, now unconscious, drifts into a daydream... the sun is glowing a hotgreen. The field is freshly cut with its purple grass. Sonny Bill Williams zips past everybody
and scores a try!
“Sonny! Sonny!” cries Richie McCaw.
“Yeah? Whaaat?” says Sonny Bill Williams.
“Oh great, you’re awake,” says Richie McCaw in relief. “Can you still play?”
“Yep, I’ll be fine,” says Sonny Bill Williams.
And so, with Sonny Bill Williams back, the game resumes. Sonny Bill gets a penalty
conversion.
“Focus, focus, focus,” he thinks to himself.
And it’s straight! The All Blacks win! I was your commentator for tonight’s game, and
what a game it was! Good night New Zealand and have a great night partying!
River Featherstone
Rugby World Cup 2011
8C ‘Hercules’ performance
Mr Linden’s Library
One day Lily decided to go to the local library. She went there a lot so she knew all the
staff, but when she walked in she saw a strange man behind the counter. Lily didn’t think
much of the man; just carried on as usual. She looked around to get a good book, when
under one of the shelves she found an old dusty book with no barcode or title. Lily was very
outgoing so she decided to get the book out anyway.
Lily got to the counter and explained she had found a book with no title or barcode. The
man looked at it in shock. He said: “Don’t get this book out, it is cursed!” Lily just walked
out the door without saying a word, laughing to herself.
As she walked home it started to rain. A car went past, splashing dirty, muddy water all
over her new dress. When she got home it was already 7pm so she had a shower and made
some dinner as her mother and father were out for the night.
Lily went to bed and started to read her book. She got about a third of the way through
when she fell asleep. Above her ceiling is an old brick chimney where the roof is in need of
repair. At 12.51am the old roof and chimney collapsed, killing Lily in her sleep. Her parents
had no idea the roof was in such need of repair. It kind of wasn’t.
By Anthony Smith
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It’s the final game of the Rugby World Cup, New Zealand v Scotland. The scores are close
and the teams are evenly matched, but the odds are stacking up against us. It’s the second
half and there are only a few minutes to go till the full time whistle sounds.
I’m running down the field towards the try line. But my thoughts are drowned out by
the noise of the screaming crowd. I can’t hear myself think, except for one word: RUN!!!
My breath comes in short gasps now as I outrun their backline. Everything feels like it’s
in slow motion. The crowd is jumping up and down, and our team coach, Graham Henry, is
pulling out what’s left of his hair. The line is getting closer with every step I take, but so is
the winger who is now hot on my trail.
My legs are starting to burn after running most of the length of the field. I reluctantly
glance over my shoulder and see the winger now only a few hand spans away from me.
Dan Carter is accelerating up fast, just behind the winger. Two alternatives – one: take my
chances and score a try and make my family in the crowd proud of me; or two: pass the ball
to Carter and let him take all the glory.
My time to shine! I run even faster and swifter than before. The winger is losing his
speed. I’m nearly there. I dive and score the winning try! The crowd jumps out of their
seats and throw their hats and flags in the air in a big wave.
The score is now 20-20; if we get this kick we win the World Cup. Carter lines the ball up
and checks the wind. Everyone can tell he is worried. The tension is rising and the crowd is
getting anxious. All of a sudden someone yells out: “You’re going to miss! Just get it over
and done with!”
That doesn’t help him with the pressure. It’s all down to him, and he can change the
score and win us the cup.
The clock ticks down...
By Caleb Norman
8C
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What Is Opportunity?
W
hat is opportunity? Where is opportunity? Opportunity is the chance or prospect
for advancement. It is the door to success and learning. These doors are there for
everybody. It is up to you to recognise these doors of opportunities and to know
when to open them. Often, opportunities appear as a problem or risk, but you can turn
them into a blessing and a fortune. Albert Einstein once said: “In the middle of difficulty,
lies opportunity.”
Here is a motivational story I’d like to share with you. Sometime ago, two shoe
salesmen from two competing companies went to a country in Africa to research the
market for their shoes. After a couple of days of research, they found that people in that
country have been barefoot for life and for many generations, and nobody has ever
developed a taste for wearing shoes. Salesman 1 was totally doomy and gloomy; he sent
a telegram back to his company headquarters: “Research complete. Absolute disaster!
Nobody here wears shoes!” Salesman 2 also sent a telegram back to his head office.
However, his message reads: “Research complete! Glorious opportunity! Nobody here
wears shoes!” To him, if he could convince people how shoes provide comfort and keep
feet from getting dirty and injured, he could surely sell millions of shoes.
From this story, you can see that the same opportunity had been recognised as two
totally different scenarios. Winston Churchill once said: “A pessimist sees the difficulty in
every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.”
So if you are perceptive enough, you can see opportunities in a problem. In this
incident, you either see a great opportunity to identify a market that didn’t exist before, or
simply, you see a disastrous problem, which was a complete waste of time.
Some of you may say my Big Opportunity is yet to come! Hugh Allen, a famous artist,
once said: “Jumping at several small opportunities may get us there faster than waiting for
one big one to come along.” Small opportunities? Nah, you may say they are too small to
be worth your while. Some opportunities do appear to be insignificant, even a nuisance
or a burden, like the recent requirement for us to sell chocolate, raising funds for some
senior boys to go to America. But my brother and I spent some of our last holiday selling
chocolate and raised over $2,000 for them. In our previous school we did the same, raising
nearly $10,000 in five weeks for a new gymnasium.
To me, helping to raise funds for a good cause is something that I love to support. On
the other hand, what I really see is more of an opportunity for me, to get in touch with
the real world. Talking to thousands of people is not a chance that I get everyday. I thought
I could have some fun whilst testing my selling skills and people skills. It is like a classroom
out of school.
To tell you the truth, the experience was not all pleasant – every sale was a challenge
– but I took it as an opportunity to see how well I can handle the rejections and the
frustrations, and of course the acceptance as well.
As you can see now, opportunities come to you all the time. Here at Dilworth, we are so
lucky to be provided with so many opportunities, but it is up to you to see it, take it and
pursue it.
So boys, keep your eyes and ears open and embrace every opportunity before you. This
is Step One to your success. With hard work and perseverance, you will surely get your
deserved success!
So keep it up everyone!
Michael Erueti demonstrates his skateboarding prowess
Anthony Smith represented 8C in the annual speech finals
By Calvin Lee
Jamie Chen enjoys the Junior Campus Dance
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Autumn
The leaves dance in the blissful wind
Dancing like people at a party
Brown, crinkled and crushed leaves
That is all I see at autumn.
Shocking, spin-chilling breezes
Drift through the air
Singing their graceful song
That is all I hear at autumn.
The dead bare trees
Wave their black branches in the breeze
Like the undead marching
That is all I feel at autumn.
By Kikorangi Stender
Harding Mitch 8C
Yahni Walford 8C
Winter
Summer
I’ll warm you
Keep you overwhelmed
Comfort you
Till the storm is out
On a cold wet winter evening.
I’ll be your friend
Stay by your side
Look after you
Make you laugh when you’re teary-eyed
On a sun summer morning.
By George Kaisala-Hadfield
By George Kaisala-Hadfield
Summer
You’re warm and you’re bright
You make a beautiful light
When you’re up the flowers bloom
You make sure there’s light in every room.
Some days it feels like you’re not around
But the day after that you seem to be found.
You come around a few times a year
And when you come there’s not a minute to spare.
You make the birds chirp and call
And you make sunrays dance on the wall
You make the whole world come to life and see
The one you make happy most of all is me.
By Caleb Norman
Tane Coromandel 8C
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Cycle of Life – Seasons
Dark, long shadows, dancing on the wall
Great, ancient tree, wise as it is tall
Sparkling blue oceans and waves all around
The bright summer sun, hot as it is round.
Leaves changing colors, from green to brown
Then after a while, they gently float down
Leaves are spread everywhere, all across the ground
Autumn is here, this fact has been found.
Harsh, freezing winds, chilling one’s fate
Frozen, icy lakes, ready to use to skate
Tall glacial snowmen, ready to astound
The cold winter snow, piling up in mounds.
Busy bees buzzing to and fro
While slowly aging seedlings start to grow
Newly born birds chirp and call
Thus begins new life, and spring starts it all.
By Jamie Chen
Michael Erueti 8C
Winter
The air moving quickly around us
Blowing between the leafless trees
Howling with anger
Striking at the world around us
Wind
Water droplets soothing down the roofs
Water falling down from heavenly clouds
Soaks us through to our skin
Rain
Electric power throwing itself down to the ground
Blink of an eye, it can only be seen
Electrifies anything that is electric
Lightning
Chunks of white ice slowly floating to land
Melting in seconds to cause freezing temperature
Causing our goose bumps to rise
Snow
By Calvin Lee
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Police Awareness Day
On the 18th of August 2011, Dilworth Junior Campus was privileged to host an amazing Police
Awareness Day. About 8am a group of well-equipped, fit and smart policemen came to
demonstrate, teach and entertain us throughout the course of the morning. We were split into six
groups and rotated around six awesome activities.
First, our group went to learn about ‘what it takes’ to become a policeman. I loved this activity.
We learnt so much about the fitness, strength and academic knowledge you need to become a
policeman.
Microscopes and dusters set up? This is the Forensics Department. Dusting off fingerprints and
learning about them was a very fun and cool experience. We even learnt how to take fingerprints
from the crime scene back to a lab.
Sprinting to the hall, we went to the most entertaining activity – Special Tactics. We learnt about
the weapons, and all the police gear. The police officers even demonstrated the amazing 50,000volt tazer and let us hold pistols and rifles!
Back at our desks, we attended a very informative lecture from the Serious Crash Unit. In my
opinion, it’s absolutely amazing how they find the evidence from broken car bits to tyre marks. From
the collected evidence they can tell what time, how it happened and even where the driver started
to lose control or where the cars collided!
Black uniforms, black weapons and black gear? It must be the Armed Offenders Squad. Called
into action about 150 times a year, this is a very dangerous and serious job. Breaking into criminals’
houses, shooting them and assisting the police and army is what they do. Very cool!
The last activity was for us to learn more about the police and the laws. One thing I learnt from
that was, you can be arrested from the age of 10!
Concluding the morning the police showed us their police dogs and how they trace tracks and
catch criminals.
We then farewelled the police at a formal assembly.
Wow! What a day! That was one of the best learning experiences I have ever had. I enjoyed every
activity and now I have a much better view of the police. Maybe I could be in a police uniform in the
future. Like I’ve said, a ‘Police Awareness Day’ is very important so that young people like me can get
a better insight of the New Zealand Police and why their job has made our lives so much better.
From this reason, I recommend other schools to do the same: Host a police awareness day!
By Calvin Lee
Police Awareness Day
The whole of the school was awaiting the arrival of the police force. They were coming to share
information about the different sections of the police and what they do. Everyone pushed their way
through the doors to line up for assembly.
A police officer told us the rules, Mr Smith gave us the directions, and we were off!
My class was greeted by the recruiting officers. I was very excited because I did not know what
to expect. They handed out this strength tester. You had to squeeze a handle and a dial showed your
strength. Many questions were asked and this was a great activity because it got me hooked into
becoming a police officer.
The bell rang and we were feeling stink because we wanted to stay. We ran to the art room to
do some forensics. A policewoman played us an interesting slideshow about how they get DNA off
materials and different types of traces like footprints, blood, and saliva. We also got to take our own
handprints and we got to take our fingerprints. They used a black powder, which was made up of
iron filings; this was used with a magnetic brush. There were two different types of powder – a
white one for dark surfaces and a dark one for bright surfaces.
Next we went to the hall, which was where everyone wanted to go because it was the weapons
specialist. He pulled out a pistol, which was a G-17 model or Glock 17. Even better was when he
pulled out an M4! He also passed baton around, first a small one, then a giant one. He then pulled
out a tazer and told us a few things. He told us that it was for when offenders wouldn’t listen. He
then told us the steps they had to go through before using the tazer. First he would tell them to
come to the car and sit so they can take him to the police station. If they don’t listen, they will shoot
two barbed projectiles. We were all on the edge of our seats at that point, but then the bell rang to
go to morning tea.
We quickly had morning tea because we thought our next activity was going to be Armed
Offenders Squad. But we soon realised that it was the Intensive Crash Unit. We watched a boring
slideshow, which definitely made my mind up that I don’t want to be in the crash unit. After the
sideshow we watched a quick video of a man that goes to sleep while driving and flips all through
his car when it crashes.
Then the bell rang for our last activity: the Armed Offenders Squad. We all saw the same guns as
the firing instructors, but there was one that we all favoured above the others – the sniper rifle.
By Yahni Walford
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What it’s like to be cheese!
You know how cheese is made from a cow, right? Well, what you have before you is me, the perfect
piece of cheese. The soft, white, delicious skin around me is so tasty you could eat it all day.
But when other pieces of cheese tell you that they are the best, don’t believe them, because
everyone knows that I am the best.
From the moment I was milked, to all the salt, all the lemon juice, all the nice protein rennet that
is made with me. So you know that when I tell you I am the best, I am the best. Go on. You know you
want to. Think of all the things you could do with me. Put me in a pie, in a sandwich, on a hot dog, on
a pizza, in mac ‘n’ cheese. Come on. Just think about it. That nice soft mixture that just explodes in
your mouth and makes your whole body want more.
Ouch! You just cut me up. Now there is not one of me, but 12 little pieces. My brothers! Think of
how good one would be. Now times that by 12! I know – taste extravaganza! Oh yes! You have taken
one of my brothers to eat. I told you we are delicious! But, because that was a trial, have some more.
Wow, I have never seen someone like cheese so much!
But wait, you are putting me on your windowsill! Must be saving me for later. Hold on, what is
happening? I have got a blue spot on me! What is this? Oh no, I am all blue and green, it’s all over me!
And now I am going to die. Oh my gosh, this feels really bad. But before I die, remember this. I AM
THE BEST PIECE OF CHEESE.
By Caiden Gordon
Ryan Parkinson
Johna Mau’u
8L class item: Young Hercules
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By Caiden Gordon
It was Pacifica day, Thursday 15th of September. We went into
the corridor at 9:50am to wait for our buses. The bus ride was
quite long and tiresome, but we eventually got there. We got
off the bus, had a small welcome from our main host, then
went inside for the big welcome that included drums and
our hosts singing. We then sat down on a large mat and went
through the procedures that we go through for a Powhiri.
Afterwards we had a nice morning tea of coconut bun.
We then got split into eight groups and moved to our first
activity. Our first activity was making angels out of pegs, some
cloth, patterned paper that resembled wings, google eyes,
decorative feathers as hair, and some thick string on the back
to hang our angel up on. The boys will tell you how to make
them. Really simple.
Then we moved around to our next activity which was making
a head-lei, where we got a piece of string with a tied knot at
the bottom and a piece of drinking straw down it. We then
added a flower, and different colour pieces of paper, and
repeated this process until it was almost the end of the session,
when we tied a knot at the other end to form it into a circle
shape. Then that time was over.
After that we moved on into the music part of the experience,
where we watched the previous group perform a series of
drum beats. The instructor then picked the next 12 to perform
that drumbeat. And the final group (I was a part of the last
group) performed that drumbeat. Then we learnt a kind
of Haka – more like a war dance – and practised that for a
while, before having a nice lunch of chop suey, sweet rice and
coleslaw.
We ended the day with a song from the instructors, a Haka
from us, and a few embarrassing bits along the way (involving
the war dance and the Fijian leprechaun song). But as we
boarded the bus we knew it had been a good day.
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Daniel Lee 8L
Christmas
Ryan Parkinson 8L
A time I love, a time of peace
As family and friends come for a feast
A time I love, a time of peace
The beach awaits the coming kids
As night falls, and the kids are asleep
Presents are placed under the tree
The kids jump out at dawn to see what goodies they have
A time I love, a time of peace.
By Daniel Lee
Brody Neil 8L
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Clownz
An empty stage – time for…
The clowns – bring in the clowns! Yes, it’s time for the clowns.
The tempted crowd waits patiently for the big footed, red-nosed clowns.
When they get on stage, they start singing opera too loud
So loud it would echo in your eardrums.
In the end it’s all about:
The love life of a clown
The love life of a clown
The love life of a clown.
When things turned ugly Sonata would kiss another man.
When her husband found out:
He murdered her in cold blood
He murdered her in cold blood
He murdered her in cold blood.
By Sam Williamson
In My Dreams
In my dreams I’m so proud,
I can jump, dance and sing aloud.
In my dreams I fly so high,
Away from the grave I never die.
In my dreams I have beliefs,
Of a tree named ‘Boda’ who has pet leaves.
‘Clownz’ performance at Junior Campus (Old Boy Cameron Barclay on right)
The Clown Song
Casio:
Casio’s my name, and I lead the cast for fun
I might be just a clown but I’m number one
The suitors want to steal my wife…
They want to make me run
But they all better hide ‘cause I’m no fun
I’ve got an ‘Anger Management Problem’ say some.
Sonata:
I ain’t no pussy-cat, I got some dreams you know
If you’re good looking for a slap I’ll deliver one
My acting skills are simply da best
Keep your eyes on my nose and NOT on my chest!
Tony:
Tony’s my name, long nose for life
I’m selling on E-Bay, my un-used wife
Pepper:
Yo Tony man, just give her to me
I am Pepper, not salt – they just call me ugly.
Tiger:
I may have a broken leg but you’ll be impressed
Tiger comin’ on through, I’ve got more of a chance than the rest
They want a war! Well, be my guest!
She is my girlfriend: this is NO CONTEST!
In my dreams I do not cry,
I never need to say goodbye.
In my dreams and in reality,
I have a caring mum who looks after me.
In my dreams I have such fun,
And within one dream, a million stories have begun.
In my dreams I never get scared,
I never grow up and never get a beard.
In my dreams it’s a wonderful world,
I could be running or dancing or sleeping in my bed all curled!
By Jarod Fisher
The grass blows rapidly
The wind is strong and hard
And I am inside.
The wind blows swiftly
Knocking over orange leaves
Never finishing.
By Kayne Chetham
By Sam Fukava
By Jackson Couch
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Dog Control
On Friday the 25th of March Miss Corbett put together a visit from the Auckland City Council Animal Control.
It was during period two when Diana came with a dog called Lincoln. Diana came to talk to Year 8 about dog safety. She
told us that you shouldn’t touch a dog you don’t know unless the owner says you can because only the owner knows if there’s
anything wrong with their dog.
She also said to never run away from a dog,but instead to just stand still like a tree or curl into a ball and cover your ears.
Diana showed us some pictures of how dogs were feeling and told us what to do. Then in classes we all lined up and went to
see the reaction of Lincoln the dog when he sniffed your wrist. Diana said if he senses you’re good you could pat him, but not
on top of the head.
We all learnt a valuable lesson about handling dogs.
By Hamish Dines
My Favourite Ice Cream Flavour
My favourite ice cream flavour is definitely either Passionfruit or Kookies-and-Cream. It is very hard to decide which is better,
because with Passionfruit you think you are in heaven with every bite, and you can taste the sweetness with every lick. On
the other hand, Kookies-and-Cream has so many real bits of Oreos that you just don’t want it to disappear at all. I think that I
would make the combo of Kookies-and-Cream and Passionfruit the best combo in the world.
Jarod Fisher
By Teone Hamilton-Guest
The Nicest Flavour
The nicest flavour of all is Chocolate. Just think, how could a simple, brown, sugary but delicious food set so many hearts
aflame?
The rich-melted coco beans, fresh milk, sugar and a lot of other ingredients creates a streaming ooze that is frozen into a
block of heaven.
It makes my taste buds sparkle like the night sky on Guy Fawkes. Just to feel it on the surface of my tongue is enough to
make me shiver.
It’s amazing how much chocolate has changed. First simple milk chocolate, then a whole army of flavours followed!
By Kayleb Himiona
One Day
Nicol Aholelei
One day I’d like to make it into the New Zealand All Blacks. If I don’t make it I’d like to get a really good job, like to be a
mechanic or own a McDonald’s, but it doesn’t matter if at least I get a very good job.
I would love to do this to make my mum and to make myself proud. If I don’t make it or find a job, “At least I tried,” I’ll tell
my mum. “I did my best.”
One day I would like to become a cook so my mum or my wife won’t need to cook every night.
All these things I want to do may not come true but I will do something good one day, I know I will. I believe in myself and I
also believe in other people’s dreams. Thanks be to God.
By Jacob Lavaka
Being In The First XV
The most exhilarating and breathless moment of my life here at Dilworth was being promoted to the 1st XV Rugby. I was so
excited, I told the whole school.
Now that I’m where I’ve always wanted to be, in the top class, I’m just starting to feel the pain that has overawed me and
the pressure that’s making my life less relaxing, especially with more training time.
Being a part of the 1st XV Rugby squad at Dilworth Junior Campus is hard-as, running up the peaks and mountains. This is
just the beginning of my Rugby 1st XV journey.
By Nicholson Aholelei
Simi Fukava
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In My Dreams
In My Dreams
In my dreams I am the one
Whose awesomeness cannot be outdone.
In my dreams the sun shines bright
Bringing everyone the light.
In my dreams I am a super star
Racing round in my sports car.
In my dreams I’m a dinosaur
Wanting meat more and more.
In my dreams life’s all mixed up
I’m living inside a cup.
In my dreams I am a billionaire
Laughing at my cousin, a millionaire.
In my dreams my name is Jeff
And I get angry at the ref.
In my dreams I run so fast
You only see me zooming past.
In my dreams I start to fly
So fast I can catch a fly
By Jayden Moore
In my dreams with eagles’ wings
I fly too high, so very high it starts to dry
In my dreams I rap everyday
So far so great, I wish it was hay
In my dream I have a bad nightmare
But sooner or later it would be unfair
In my dreams I dream that I’m Hulk
Green and bulked
In my dreams everyone’s rich
But all of our houses are in a big ditch
In my dreams I wish I could drive
I can do anything accept I can’t dive
In my dreams I have lots of friends
We’re all hanging out.
Thomas Swinburn
By Mark Ruka
Cyber Safety Rap
Now one afternoon
Straight after lunch
Dilworth Junior students
Gathered in a bunch
They were here to witness
A show like no other
A show that would excite
Your mother or brother
About five minutes later
The hall was full
And she started
Talking about a Broadway musical
So they both got up
And they stared to sing
With the phones in their hands going
‘Ring, ring, ring’
At first it was funny
But then it got sad
Because when she got bullied
She couldn’t even tell her dad
Just when things
Were about to boil over
She called ‘Kidsline’
And it was all over
She transferred schools
The cops got the bullies
We learned not to ever, ever
CYBER BULLY
By Te Karu Tuteao
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We run to the top
I watch as the view stuns me
We rest peacefully.
By Temehana Ngatai
Relaxed tall giant
Natural surroundings amaze
Protecting us all.
By Temehai Ngatai
The wind bends the trees
The treetop blossoms with green
The tree leaves rustle.
By Wiremu Nicholls
The sun shines brightly
The wind is moving swiftly
The grass is waving.
By Wiremu Nicholls
In the forest at night
A familiar shadow walks by
The cow runs freely.
By Kayne Chetham
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St Mark’s
Naz Pooley
On Thursday the 17th of March 2011, Dilworth Junior Campus celebrated St Patrick’s Day at St Mark’s Church. The land that the
church now stands on was gifted to the community by James Dilworth.
We had an early morning tea and walked to St Mark’s from DJC in a roughly 20 minute walk. We were all chatting in high
spirits.
The huge white church was magnificent, plus it had the Dilworth flag hanging from the top.
As we found our seats, the procession began. The important people walked in and we started the service. We were
welcomed by Reverend Sullivan, the Vicar of St Mark’s Church. We then sang ‘I am the lord of Sea and Sky.’
We had a reading from Mr Vos – Isaiah 60: 1-3. Reverend Watson then talked to us about St Patrick and who he was. St
Patrick went to Ireland when he was 16 years old. He was a slave for six years and then began a spiritual journey. He respected
the values of simplicity and sensitivity and forsook self-centredness. He supposedly took the snakes out of Ireland and many
years later become a saint.
Reverend Watson did some fun activities with us. We all had to fill in the blanks of sentences he said in the story. Each blank
started with the letter ‘s’. If we got it right, we got an edible snake.
Bishop Ross Bey then blessed our school and we sang our school hymn – ‘St Patrick’s Breastplate’. We then wrapped up the
service, the important people left, then we left after them row-by-row.
We all went around the back of the church and had a look at where people were buried. James Dilworth was there too. We
paid our respects and had a look around.
Last, but not least, we all stood in a group for a photo with Bishop Ross Bey in the centre at the front.
Finally we walked back to school and continued our school day.
By Paras Wadhwa
The Worst Dream
At the age of seven I had a very scary dream and after that dream I had three nightmares about the dream.
In my dream I was a little boy living in a cottage with my mum and my sister. The cottage was surrounded by trees and
covered in fog. My sister and I had to go out and get some water from the well.
We started walking and we heard lots of voices in our heads, clown laughter and a heartbeat that was getting slower and
slower. After the heartbeat stopped we heard a loud scream in our heads. Then we realised it was us that was screaming. We
looked ahead where we saw a man-like shape in the fog. The shape started to run at us and pulled out an axe. When it was
close enough to chop off our heads it disappeared.
That was the worst dream I have ever had and I will never forget it.
By Brandon Edmonds
Stirring Up Trouble
Simi Fukava
Is It True Or False?
Every day two people called Ned and Deb went to a second-hand bookshop.
There were a lot of interesting books there. There were spells, reading and funny books.
Ned and Deb went there on a Saturday and found a spell book. When they had a read
of the creepy spell book they took it home and started to make different spells, before
making the real spell.
Ned and Deb wanted to get taller, maybe even shorter, and invisible. They had all the
things to put in there: chemicals, sprinkle, powder, seeds, bubble. Then they had to stir it
up.
Some of the pages out of the book were missing so they might have missed some
chemicals to put in. That was strange. After making the spell they let it settle for a bit, then
it exploded all over them. The house was really dirty, and it was melting everything but
Ned and Deb had turned invisible.
The only way they could change back was to go back to the interesting-and-scarysecond-hand-shop to get the right recipe.
By Dylan Wikaire
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
Last Saturday in the chilly county of Surrey, England, twins Ned and Deb were
systematically sorting and sifting through the treasures at ‘Books Are Us’, when at the
bottom of a dusty old box they found an interesting looking book that had cursive printing
and faded ancient symbols.
“Oi Deb, look at this strange old book!” exclaimed Ned. With much excitement Ned
handed it to Deb who began carefully flicking through the heavy pages of the phone-book
sized manuscript.
“It’s cheap-as and totally awesome!’” remarked Deb. “Let’s buy it.”
The teenagers gathered up their change and managed to purchase the book with
enough change left to buy a lemonade popsicle each.
As the children sat on the plush couch they were puzzled by some missing pages.
Suddenly the book randomly fell open to a recipe entitled ‘Jack And The Beanstalk.’ The
instructions were very simple so the children gave it a try, not knowing what would
happen.
After gathering the household potions they required, they mixed all the herbs, salts
and spices in a large plastic bowl which smelt like cinnamon. Finally it was time to add icy
water – the ultimate ingredient. They carefully measured one metric cup of water and
poured it into the dry mixture. Instantly the kids were hurled back by the phenomenal
force of the violent reaction. Lime-green-goo started oozing out of the rim of the bowl
and bright pink bubbles floated out of the open window. Then an apocalyptic blackness
consumed the entire room and the children were instantly blinded.
When Ned and Deb finally recovered their vision the only thing left in their once
furnished kitchen was a strange looking box in the corner of the bare room.
As they reached down to undo the complicated looking latch it sprang open as if
expecting them. Inside were hundreds of pieces of pure, shiny gold.
The children gasped in astonishment. The recipe really did work!
By Thomas Swinburn
8S
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The Life of a Blind Clown
Werewolf Attack
Verse 1:
Casio, Casio do you really know
What is going on in your household?
There’s lying and cheating with your wife,
Up until now you’ve had a great life.
There was a blinding flash and a moment’s stunned silence. Deb tried to scream out but found her lips wouldn’t move. She
was stuck.
Ned doubled over and started coughing up globs of blood. Deb could feel something welling up inside of her with
uncontrollable force. Her eyes bulged and blood leaked from her mouth and nose. She collapsed hard onto the floor with
a thick thud where her head hit. She looked up at Ned. His mouth was changing into a wolf-like shape. Everything went
black.
Some hours later Deb woke to find a giant wolf-like creature standing over her. She was scared but somehow she did
not feel threatened, she felt powerful, she had a thirst for blood.
Deb looked down at herself and it hit her – she was a werewolf!
She charged out the nearest door with Ned close behind. They sprinted through heavily forested areas and finally
broke into a neighbourhood. It was only two o’clock so the streets were buzzing.
Deb and Ned wasted no time getting stuck in. Everyone was screaming. But Ned and Deb did not care. They had no
remorse.
Ned looked over at Deb who was attacking a heavily built man. She was digging her claws into his stomach, scooping
out piles of blood and intestines.
Sirens wailed as men piled into the street. Bang! A shot was fired, slamming into Deb’s thigh. Another passed clean
through her forehead.
Ned ran at the men, only to be shot three times in the chest. He fell. He slowly made it to his feet but more shots rang
out and the beast finally dropped.
There was an eerie silence, broken by whimpers and cries for the dead.
Verse 2:
She’s in love with a guy named Tiger,
Now you know your wife’s a liar
All your friends don’t know what’s happening,
But now it’s time for you to go out and sing.
Bridge:
Emotions flare up on stage
But everyone thinks this’ part of the play.
Chorus:
You were thinking what a shame,
She was talking ’bout riches and fame
Everything is going down, down, down,
This is called the life of a blind clown.
By Nazareth Pooley
Casio Rap:
The first time I met you it was love at first sight,
I didn’t know what was going to happen that night
We were drunk, young and having fun,
The only thing I remember was the big yellow sun.
I thought we were lovers forever,
I bet ya it started when I got that fever
I was hot, sore and cold,
But baby I’m getting old
I thought I was better than the rest,
Looks like Tiger won this test.
Verse 3:
Tony and Pepper go on with the show,
You remember the time when you had an afro
Your feelings want to burst like a mountain troll,
It’s over now, this has taken its toll.
Outro:
I push you onto the polished floor,
This is it, I’m blocking you out of my door
I grab the knife and I lash out at you,
The last words I hear are it could’ve been true…
(music fades out)
Sam Williamson 8S
by Simi Fukava
Favourite Sport
My favourite sport is rugby and it will always be my favourite sport. Why do I like this
sport? Because you can tackle, you can dive and score tries, you can get into the rucks and
a billion other things.
I’m in the 2nd XV rugby team for Dilworth Junior Campus, and in the Under 13’s Otahuhu
Leopards Rugby Club. I’m wing for my rugby club and wing or full back for Dilworth Junior.
I first learnt rugby when I was 9 years old – what Second Five does and things like that
– but I also learnt that rugby was the most aggressive sport out of all others.
By Mo’unga Tautalanoa
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
Te Karu Tuteao 8S
8S
50
Eskimo
He is evil, cold hearted and narcissistic. Nothing else in the world matters as long as he gets what he wants. His small, weak
look doesn’t fool me, but others do fall for his sweet smell and pretty looks. But really his only target is to addict his victims
and let them worship him. He is very powerful and must not be underestimated. Once you’ve had a bit of his life, there’s no
going back and he will feed on your hunger.
He was not always this nasty, mean, evil character. He once was a very kind gentleman and was known as a ‘tiny treat’,
but then a confectionery company discovered his secret lair in the middle of The Arctic. The company froze him where he
stood and the man became an evil obesity machine. People from all around the world now treat him as a scoff, and never
realise what he used to be before this life of addicting people to his taste.
So when you see this man and his brothers in a prison made of plastic, wrapped up for his next victim, never, ever fall for
his spell known as ‘addiction!’
A character study by Jack Millar
‘Blimmen Old Politics’ – NZ Version
Politicians could easily be compared to kindergarten children, always babbling, barneying and bollocking over stupid and
petty things. They could also be compared to some people: arrogant, catty and obnoxious. Of course, to be fair, not all
politicians are the above, just a few who spoil the bunch.
I find it unusual that politicians like to make ‘tactical decisions’ that the general public often dislike. If only they could be
slightly more empathetic – perhaps when hell freezes over.
I suppose at the end of the day New Zealand politicians aren’t too bad. New Zealand is a wonderful place to live, we have
no enemies and things run smoothly without too many riots, coups or civil wars. So maybe, just maybe, politicians aren’t so
bad after all! Can I really be saying this after what I just said?
What’s my favourite mythical creature? An honest politician!
Nicol Aholelei 8S
By Thomas Swinburn
Rob Tuwhare, Poet
On Tuesday 22nd February Rob Tuwhare, son of poet Hone Tuwhare, came to Dilworth to tell us about his writing.
Mr Tuwhare started writing in 2007 because he had always wanted to be a writer since he was a little boy. When he was
little his parents split up. He is a 57 year old male who is Maori and from Nga Hapu. He was born in 1954 in Mangakino. He
left school in Form 6 and has a twin brother and an older brother. His Dad died three years ago.
Mr Tuwhare’s favourite poem of his dad’s is Rain. Mr Tuwhare’s favourite author is Mark Twain and his favourite book is
The Hobbit which his teacher read to him when he was little.
He learns bass guitar as well as being a writer.
Once, his writing career led him to Australia where he protested against cruelty to Aboriginal people and made his
favorite story, Aboriginal Dreamtime.
By Kaysia Paul
The Magic Book of Spells
Wiremu Nicholls 8S
One Saturday, Ned and Deb visited their favourite second-hand bookshop. While filing through the books to see if there was
anything interesting to read, Deb found an old tattered book that had missing pages, called the Book Of Magic Spells.
Deb went and showed Ned, who, thinking it would be cool to try a spell, bought it. When they reached Ned’s house they
went into the kitchen to try a spell.
After they had gathered all the ingredients they then followed the recipe, adding powders and chemicals at the right
times, but the potion was making a huge stench in the kitchen. When they had finished, the potion was a murky disgusting
green, but for the potion to work they had to drink it.
Ned was first and, as he slowly slugged down the drink he thought, “could this be dangerous?” Once he had finished he
felt really weird: was something happening? Before he had time to look at himself in the mirror he started to shrink and he
didn’t feel so well. That was when he croaked – he had turned into a frog! He heard Deb screaming and saw her faint. Would
he ever turn back into a boy?
By Casey van der Star
Th e Cas tl e - 2 0 1 1
Rainton Senefili 8L
Nazareth Pooley 8S