Mini bike boy

Mini bike boy. Moment in time

Broom!, Broom! I hear a motorbike, no its a minibike with a young boy on it, seven or eight years old I think. The dirt on the track flies onto my face. The boy looks tense, his muscles tightening every now and again, is he scared?

Standing on the parched brown grass is a man. He’s just standing there like a blob, in a light blue shirt and some  white oily jeans. The boy’s father I suspect. The kid is wearing a proper riding jacket with a great big helmet. Through it I see large dark brown eyes that have a twinkle in them. The sky is as blue as its supposed to be and the summer’s sun makes the man’s dark hair glisten. The trees wave wildly in the wind to the wide open space which seems to wave back.

I remember in the holidays when I went to my grandparent’s house in the country, their neighbors had minibikes. I used to spend ages watching them race and always wished I could join them, but now I think its scary. I wonder if mini biking is safe?

The boy doesn't look scared any more, and he’s younger than me!     

By: Danielle

 

Saint Hedwig of Poland

My name is Hedwig. I was born on the 18th of February 1374, the youngest of three girls, Catherine, Mary and myself. Lots of people mistake me for Saint Hedwig of Silesia my patron saint. My mother, Elizabeth of Bosnia married my father, King Louis I of Hungary in 1353. When I was eight, my father died and I was crowned Queen in 1384 when I was just ten years old.

I was known for my piety and admiration for the Saints Mary, Martha,Bridget of Sweden and Saint Hedwig of Silesia.I was also well-educated which meant that I could read, write and speak five different languages, which was very unusual for a girl in those days!

In 1386 I married Jagiello the Duke of Lithuania and Ruthenia. Responsibilities such as politics were given to Wladyslaw(my mothers uncle),because I  was young, but I attended to the cultural and charitable activities. I sponsored artists and writers so I started to give most of my personal wealth including my royal insignia to support charities and found hospitals.

Just 13 years later after I got married,in 1399 17th July I died giving birth to my first and only child Elizabeth Bonifacia. we were buried together in Wawel cathedral and many miracles have happened at my tomb.

I was beatified on the 31st of May 1979 by Pope John Paul 2(now a saint)

and canonized on the 8th of June 1997 also by Pope John Paul 2. I was a queen from when I was ten to my death but Jagiello ruled for 35 more years after that.

By:Danielle

Praying hands for friends

My praying hands are for all those who need a friend, may it encourage them in their times of need.

The Mary Mackillop Centre

           

Salty breath brushes past my face and into the fresh spring air. We are at the Mary Mackillop centre learning about the Josephite sisters, well we were learning, but now we are eating our yummy lunch and looking at a marvelous view of Rangitoto.

The sparkling water glitters in the sunlight and the lapping waves makes the light blue wrinkle gracefully. The half asleep volcano has a foggy dark green colour that slopes up and down. The trees on the volcano stands proud and tall in their own little families.

When I look at the soft light green grass, I know that it is a sign of God’s love for us, and that I am fortunate to have a home, friends and a family that love me. The sun shines over the blowing lush green leaves that fall gracefully upon the earth.

Then I hear laughing and screaming, I turn my head and see lots of children running around and playing games.The shouts of children are loud and happy it makes me want to dance around like a butterfly.

I know that God has a loving guidance that looks after the old sisters, and I pray that I will one day be like them!

Danielle                                                                            

Mary's Diary

14 August 2016

Dear dairy

It is my best friend Ruby’s birthday party in 16 days. You’re probably wondering why I’m already counting up the days. Well it's because she's my only friend. My real friend, so don’t go telling me that she's just a doll because she has feelings to.

I have started sewing a new dress for the party and am thinking of a present that might appeal to her. She is turning 5  so she needs to be extra loved (you know what I mean… primary school). I HATE school, everyone knows that, so now you do to.

15 August 2016

Dear diary

I’m sorry I didn't say why I have you yet. Well Miss Wilson said to practice my writing so my mum bought me you. You’re red with light pink gems. I think I’ll make you my secret diary, can we be friends? I’ve only got Ruby, talking about her I’m working on her dress good. Mum also bought some light green checkered fabric for MY new dress! Oh, today at school Heather (my archenemy and the worlds champion show_off) laughed at my new T-shirt “Mary's got babies clothes!” seriously, They are not babish! Its even black and yellow (which is the cool this year). Sorry, mum is calling, bye!

16 August 2016

Dear dairy_

Dairy is such a boring name how about Macy, do you like it? I dO. Mum called me yesterday because she wanted the measure_ments for my dress. What does she want now?      

17 August 2016

Dear Macy

Yesterday dad got pizza for dinner! Do you know why? He got a new job! He said he’d get a good pay, so that means lots of pocket money for me!                  

Henrietta and the Giant

W.A.L.T.  write a narrative

               which involves a typical character.

s.c we need to know

• that giants are often described as mean, ugly, aggressive, strong, stupid.
• that giants are usually out-witted by smaller heros/heroines.

     In the earliest of victorian times, there was a small ruined cottage in the middle of an overgrown wood. And in it lived a pretty girl named Henrietta and her faithful dog   Cloud. The two friends filled their days with hunting, caught fish, pheasants and possums. Next to the woods there lived a hideous giant who ate children, but he did not know that a little girl was his neighbor.

One day Henrietta went hunting, she came to a clearing, she heard a rustling, and out from behind a tall oak came…THE GIANT!

Cloud snarled angrily and ran fiercely towards him, “Come back girl, you won’t stand a chance against him!”But it was too late, the ugly brown toe nails had already crushed the poor dogs tail. Henrietta grabbed the biggest arrow from behind her, she aimed carefully and let go. It went flying in the air at a terrific speed, hit the giant in the middle of his head and fell deep in to the long tangled grass. The young maiden scooped up the dog and ran for dear life! The giant ignored the arrow and started to give chase (he had long legs so he just had to take big steps). Henrietta held her beloved dog to her chest and kept running faster and faster until the trees whizzed past her. Soon the giant was out of sight and only a snap of trees was heard in the distance, but Henrietta was a smart girl and knew that if she stopped he would catch up to her. Fortunately her head was forming a plan, a great plan that was already being put into action.

Henrietta pulled out all her arrows and stuck them in a row between two trees, she dragged a large log to about three metres away from the arrows. Finally she ripped of her jacket, tied it to the tree next to the fortress ( the arrows), found a long vine tied it to the jacket and held it tight. The girl waited, and waited until she heard a thumping and felt jumps. The hideous giant could now be seen! He ran towards the log, tripped over it and and fell face first onto the sharp arrows. The giant moned with the pain, Henrietta let go of the vine and the monster was captured. She jumped down from her perched place in a tree, took out a dagger and sliced his head off. “Victory is ours!” Henrietta shouted as she punched the air. The friends went home and Cloud’s wounds got better. They really did live happily ever after!

The End

Author: Danielle

           

Matariki

Matariki

Suddenly I feel a bitter wind wrap around me like a long snake, I look up and see the twinkly stars that light up the early morning sky. Uncle Paul calls to the rest of my family, ‘Hurry up you’re as slow as snails, the sun will be up by the time you get here!’ I’m so glad it’s Matariki again, Its such fun getting up in the morning to see the stars.

I turn my chin up again to search for the famous seven sisters.’There they are!’ I shout as they seem to turn and glitter in the dark velvety sky. All the glistening reflected on the water makes me dizzy so I turn to the fire to warm myself.

I see my family walking with a slouch in their backs and a sleepy frown on their faces, going towards the dancing fire that flickers ambers, oranges and golds. All the colours blend together to make a hot coloured rainbow. At the top of the fiery tongues a swirl of smoke drifts into the air... on a ride to the moon.

As the smoke goes up my thoughts do to, I think about God and how he created our earth and the beautiful stars that gleam and glow in the black blanket of space.I wish to be here forever but I know the sun will rise soon so I make the most of celebrating my favorite day with the people I love most, my family.

Danielle