An Angles DLO

A Journey to Aoeteroa

 

Temperature Through out Auckland in The Past Week

 

My Charizard drawing

 

( I did not sketch. I just used a reference picture. )

The Stairs of Hope

 

The day started off just like any other day in my hometown. Everyone was acting like they usually do. I followed my usual daily routine, I ate breakfast and went to school in the morning, I went home in the afternoon to do my homework, Then I finished the day by reading books, playing on my phone and going to sleep. The day went by in a flash! I carried on this peaceful lifestyle when one day, 

I noticed that my parents disappeared. I didn’t remember them saying anything about going to work or to a nearby shop and so I was worried. But, eventually I convinced myself that they had gone somewhere. I went to school and no students and staff were there. Something was off. I started to walk around the school wondering what was going on. I was running around the school for hours desperately hoping to find someone. I had given up and went home. The sun had already started to set. So I decided to go to sleep. But, when I woke up I was lying on the grass in the middle of a foreign field. 

The field is extremely huge. The vast field felt like it would never end if I tried to escape .The grass is decorated with beautiful color flowers. I was so taken away from the beauty of this foreign land. That I forgot that I was away from home. After doing a bit of sightseeing. I started to look around the foreign countries. I tried to look for natives, but the country was inhabited. I then desperately started walking anywhere with the hope of finding my home. Right when I thought that all hope was lost. I then suddenly stumbled upon a stone staircase decorated with flowers. I wasn't too sure if I should go to the staircase, But my burning will to survive told me that it was the only way to get home. And so started running up the stairs.

I started to run up the stairs desperate to go back home. It was really long and tiring. But, I didn't care. I continued to run until my feet felt numb. But once I made it to the top of the staircase I suddenly fell asleep. Once I woke up, I was lying down in my bed sleeping. Overwhelmed by shock, I just sat in bed and looked at the floor. I got out of bed, went to the living room and my parents were there. They were sitting on the couch. I then got ready and quickly ran to school. All of my friends, teachers and classmates were there.

I didn’t know what to think and so I just convinced myself that it was all a dream. But even though I thought it was a dream. It felt so real.

Moral of the story - Never give up....

My stick chart of my backyard

My sea vessel

Should Religious Education be A separate subject at school

A link to my speech about religious education

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