AS THE IMAGE IS CREATED - Author Christian

As the image is created,

Many words are evoked,

Many imaginations are made up,

As the parents sipped on their Black Felt Cup,

Many Children are prancing and dancing.

To the song so quiet the image unfolds,

As Mr. Gold’s old bold spot moulds

Shining in the sun.

When the sounds of the Gatling gun.

Are fired there is too much imagination to care.

As the sounds just flare and flare.

Silence is never heard in the town of Cain

And there is never pain

When it Rains

It never pours

As the imagination is closing the image is finished

The crowd of the Painter are all now astonished

As the image is created.

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REFLECT - Shinead

The details are printed into my memory. Each dress, each wish and each tiny detail. Each imperfection that she covers up, I have seen. I love those imperfections. That is what makes her, her. Her life makes mine. Except, I don’t want my life to be like hers is, now. When she was younger, she loved her toy doll, Max. She used to play with him everyday after school, combing his hair, taking him on bike rides... Now, he sits abandoned on the top of the bookshelf and looks at her with his yellow button eyes.

She likes me more now. More than Max. I wish she still loved Max. She has changed, but not in a good way. She is always sitting in front of me staring at me. I don’t like it like that. I wish she would stop looking at me. She is a nice person, a very nice person. She treats her younger sister with respect. She is kind to new people. She looks after her pet dog with love. She remembers everyone’s ups, but not their downs. She remembers everyone’s, except her own.

‘I grew tired of her disappointment every time she stared into my soul. She hated what she saw. After school each day she raced into her room, threw her bag on the unmade bed and opened the window. It didn't matter what was happening. Her Confirmation, dinner with the family or even netball practice. She would put on an elephant sized amount of makeup, groaning all the time about what she saw. Layer upon layer she would pack it on. Colour upon colour. Trying to make it magazine perfect. It was then I decided to make a plan. A plan by the end of which she would stop with the makeup, stop with the celebrities and think of herself as ... Beautiful.

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I WONDERED - Author Kai

I wake up and feel myself in some place. Some place I don't know. I look around. I still don't know where I am. I get up and start exploring, I find myself creeping through the hot ground and dark tone of the tall grass. I start to hear voices in the distance. The sound of unknown objects scares me at times. My heart is pounding. The noises are getting louder and I am still trying to figure out what the noises are. I stop to take a breath, but suddenly everything went black.

I wake up later next to the sand of the beach and some huts. Residents started worshiping me, they call me a king. I am taken to a mysterious house next to the wonderful sounds of the waves crashing up against the sand. It's a huge hut full of many rare valuables and jewels. I am given a crown. I feel like exploring this very big and lush island. I get up and I start exploring. The first thing I saw was a huge mountain, it looked like a giant mesa. I kept walking, then I saw some bright sand and water, it looked so inviting it made me want to swim. I saw a field jungle in the distance. I crept in and I saw heaps of animals and plants. 

Then I saw a waterfall with a lake below it that also looked very inviting to swim in, so I got in but I realised something was wrong. The water was boiling! I hopped out quickly, the water started to boil and the waterfall started to turn orange like lava. I suddenly felt the ground shake and rumble, and a piece of burning rock fell into the lake. I could see the mountain that looked like a mesa, and then I realised... It was an active volcano! I ran back to the village as fast as I could, my eyesight was going weird I saw the town people panicking and trying to escape. My heart was beating so fast. I tripped, but I got back up and kept running. I got to the screaming sounds of the townspeople and the sounds of the burning flames. Everyone ran to the emergency boats. I started sailing away from the island that was almost covered in lava and fire.

There was a big sigh of relief, but suddenly I heard something snap. I looked around for the source of the sound. I kept looking, but I got knocked off the boat by some rope. I got knocked out. I felt a hard thump on my head. I could see nothing. Everything went black again.

I woke up and I heard my name. I was in a strange room full of words, numbers and equations. I realised, that it was the worst thing ever and I was forced to do it. I heard my name again, I looked down and I saw a bright sheet of paper and a pencil. It has heaps of questions and no answers on it. ''Kai! Come hand in your sheet. Oh no! I haven't even started the test. Well I guess it's detention for me.

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SOME CAN ONLY IMAGINE - Author Jasmine

Some can only imagine

What it is like to hate yourself

Hyperbolising the hatred you feel

When you look at your reflection in the mirror

And they are the lucky ones

Because they do not have to live through the stress

The anxiety

The emptiness

That these feelings bring

They can only imagine

The tsunami tides of emotions they would face

They do not know 

What it is like to be knocked down by waves of sadness

To drown in a sea of hopelessness 

Waiting for someone to pull you out and save your soul

And the moment you feel a hand grasp yours

Saving you from your demons

You are struck with a new wave

A stronger emotion

And any source of hope hiding in the crooks of your body

Is washed away

With no evidence it even resided there 

They can only imagine 

What it is like to cry for help and not be heard 

They do not know

That our cries do not escape

Our sad excuse for a body

Because everything feels impossible

When you are just a mere whisper

In a world full of shouts

There are some who imagine these feelings

And wish to feel them

As a way of seeking attention

As a way of receiving pity

But why would they want to sit at the sharp end of the knife?

Why would they want to be a lit stick of dynamite?

Anticipating the exact moment the explode?

These feelings are those

You do not wish to have

If you’re so much as lucky

To only be able to imagine them

You should be grateful for that

Because living a life in darkness

Without any sliver of hope to grasp onto

Is a life you do not want to live

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ROAD TO NOWHERE - Author Juliana

A cold gust of wind squeezed its way through as I opened the rusty window. Everything was fast asleep as I crept out of the Italian orphanage. “Stupido finestra. Stupid window”, I muttered to myself angrily as I hit my head against the old window frame. My feet landed with a thud on the cold and hard concrete as I jumped from the window. The sky was beginning to brighten to a soft orange colour. I walked through the cold air along the wall of a tall, brick building. I suddenly came out to a clearing. There was a small town square with a large fountain in the centre pouring out with fresh water. Surrounding it were small shops and trees. As I crept out I saw people opening their small rusty stores and I smelt the scent of freshly made coffee and toasted bread. My stomach rumbled of starvation.

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 The sky had soon turned to a bright blue as I walked around curiously looking for something to eat. People looked at me with disgust and filth. My clothes were dirty and I smelt horrible. It is an Italian tradition to keep you clean. As I turned the corner I found myself standing in front of a huge row of fruit. It looked like a rainbow of different colours. My mouth watered as I urged myself to take a red juicy apple. Just as I stretched my arm out to grab it, I caught a small glimpse of something move behind me from the corner of my eye.

 Turning around I could see the shape of the police badge on his jacket. My knees trembled. My body began to tension. I had been caught red handed. He had a small square moustache and a blue uniform. His eyebrows had suddenly turned inside out and his eyes had shrunk to small pieces of dust. My heart was beating as hard as a hammer against a nail. As I took a step back he reached his arm out to grab me by the dirty black coat I was wearing. I began to run in horror of being beaten and sent back to the orphanage. I was quickly losing my breath as I ran past people in shops feeling the cold wind blowing in my face. I could sense the officer’s feet landing with a thud against the cold concrete floor behind me. “Come here you little bastard”. He was catching up faster and faster with each step. “Stop! Stop”! As I turned my head around, I could see him with a baton in his right hand.

 As I quickly turned a corner, I found myself running through a cold and dark alley way. I stopped and starred into the bright blue sky. I felt safe. As I peeked through the gap between the two walls, he suddenly appeared in front of me. My heart skipped a beat. I was terrified. I stepped back before he could get me. But the gap was too small for the officer to squeeze through. He tried to force his arm through but I was too far away for him to reach me. “Come here you filthy child”, screamed the officer. But it was no use. I stood there in horror. “I will get you one day”, he exclaimed angrily as he walked off. As I sat down to eat the apple that had caused the whole commotion, I saw a figure in the distance.

Curiously, I stood up and walked towards the dark shadow not knowing what to expect. It was small and scruffy. As I got closer I realised that it was a small dog. Terrified of me, it hid behind a trash bin shyly. “Don’t be scared”, I whispered. “I won’t hurt you”. It was small and brown with a small tail. It looked at me curiously with large brown eyes. “Come boy”, I whispered enthusiastically. Poking his head out slowly and looking around, he began to walk slowly towards me. I sat down and rested my back against the cold and hard, brick wall. ‘Charlie. I’m going to call you Charlie”.

My stomach rumbled. He came closer until he was finally sitting beside me. We soon became friends and fell asleep under the lights of the stars.

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LOOKING FOR THE WRONG THING - Author Constance

Chapter 1

“Mum!” I shouted out, my face breaking into a massive grin, laughing as she carried me across the garden. Suddenly, she dropped me on the floor cackling and running away while I was calling aloud helplessly, “Mum… help me please… don’t.” and then all I could see was a wall of hellish darkness. She never came to help me.

“Aaaahhh!” I screamed out loud, collapsing back into my comfortable bed. The covers wrapped me inside a world of my own as I recalled the events during my unrealistically horrifying dream. Yet after that ear piercing shriek,  no one came to comfort me. I shuffled out of my room and walked into my kitchen, my back was hunched dreadfully as if someone had just told me my kitten had died and I moved towards the box of cereal. Before I could get to it, a hand grabbed mine fierce, vermillion, red fingernails gripping me tightly.

Chapter 2

“Stop!” I gritted my teeth and muttered, tearing my pained hand from her fierce grip. My stepmother was the one who grasped me so tightly. She was a drunk and insane woman and I detested her, not understanding what attracted my dad to marry that drunkard. I frowned at her, feeling my dark mood grow darker as I realised she was going to bombard me with her thousand and one requests. “W-What are you doing! Go buy me m-m-more beer Janet… now!” that last command jolted me awake and I realised that I  could not  bear this another second longer. I suddenly exclaimed, “Go get it yourself! I’m not your slave and you can’t just order me around like that!” Her empty eyes stared at me filling with an immense amount of confusion. I then took the chance to run to my room and when I did, I sunk into my warm bed finding the comfort I badly needed there.

“Where are you mum?” I sobbed uncontrollably shaking hysterically, “Why did you leave me now mum! Why now? Times are so tough without you and I’m crumbling away…!” That was the truth that had woke me up so suddenly, that I would crumble away if I didn’t find my mother now. I needed her right now and I needed to find her.

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THE BURROW - Author Maya Illustrated by Sofia & Maya

I wondered more as I gazed. I scuffed the leaves on the floor, wondering what it would throw at me. I heard the wind whisper my name.*WHOOSH* What was that? I didn't know so I just kept on walking. This time it was even louder. It came from a berry bush. I wondered what it was. Curious, I opened up the bushes. 

It was only a dog. The dog looked just like my dog. Same cheeky eyes. I wondered why there would be a dog in the forest. Then suddenly, the dog had a waist coat on! I couldn't believe my eyes. The dog hopped away. I followed it, curious. It stopped at a burrow. It looked at me, and then dived into the burrow. 

Why would a dog go into a burrow? I wondered. So I crawled cautiously into the burrow. I slipped, I started to fall screaming. I passed clocks, and other weird things I can’t describe. It seemed to go on forever. Finally I stopped. I saw the dog. It went into a door that it could just fit through. 

I was about to fall to the ground. I stopped. I was floating above the ground. Upside down. I tried to think of happy things, like when I first got my dog. Suddenly, I fell into a floating door. A burst of light filled my eyes. I shut my eyes as tight as I could. I felt something licking my face I opened my eyes. 

I was at my old house, on the floor. My dog was licking me, but he was young. I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I splashed the cold water onto my face and looked into the mirror. I gasped. I was 4 years old. I had to go back to that burrow. 

I had the greatest idea. I ran outside, opened the garage and took my bike. I peddled as fast as I could to the forest I hopped off my bike. I ran straight to the burrow panting hard. A fox jumped in front of me. I stopped, and tripped over. The fox jumped on me and sniffed me. It went into the burrow. 
I stood up brushing the dirt off me. I ran into the burrow I crawled and jumped into the hole. I landed, flat on my face into dirt. 

Would I have to live my life all over again?

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ALONE - Author Kyla

Imagine being by yourself, dying in hunger and pain.

I packed all of my possessions in the worn building I once owned. That was when it was under my name. Contemplating the possibilities that I should have considered to avoid it. I went out and observed the plain fields that were mine. I didn't have the money to harvest crops nor water to keep them alive. My favourite hammock had deteriorated from the sun. I could just visualise myself reading, almost falling asleep. Well that is if I can find a bed before dusk.

By myself, a loner as you call it. All I had were my belongings, my memories, not that I had many to keep. I couldn't cope. Carelessly strolling down my rocky-surfaced driveway, peeping back every now and again over my shoulder, where did my life go?

Looking below at my sandals that were worn to the sole, almost like my heart. Scuffing my shoes as I walked on. Wondering where to go. As I travelled away from the shack all of my memories slipped past me. I felt transparent. I stood there spiritless, torn apart from what I loved, unaware of the undesirable atmosphere. My mind was empty. The wind swiftly whispered in my ear. I heard a sound talking to me mentioning to stay at my brother's place. He always accompanied me when we visited the orphanage. Those days were the most miserable and downcast. Sitting on the cold concrete in winter, shivering alongside in his arms. But, those days have passed.

My shoulders felt heavy and my back was slumped as I walked away from my dream house. Not everyone's pictured mansion however in comparison it was unique. The greatest challenge was to get to my brother's house before I needed a supply of food or water. I wasn't worried about the fact that it was on the outskirts of our countryside, it was that I had no indication of which direction to take. No signposts, nothing.

Strolling down the road that wasn't marked. All that I saw was dead crops, collapsed. My only idea was to keep on walking but my arms felt numb and useless as I pulled my loaded suitcase up the path. It was hard to tell where I was going when I only had an unknown road to guide me there. There were no houses in sight.

The humidity in the air was making it hard to breathe. My shadow was just keeping up with me. I was famished and dehydrated, the days were passing by too quickly. I had nothing else to rely on and I didn't have the energy to go any further. I sat lonely on the side of the road.

105 000 people are homeless in Australia. Now, I am one of them.

In my life I see people begging on the populated streets. What they need, I always have. I feel guilt. It's called  HOMELESSNESS. I imagine myself in their shoes. We need to act fast. This is what matters to me!

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NEVER EXPECT THE EXPECTED - Author Isabella

I was drowning; the water was covering my face. This was the en –

“Woof! Woof! Woof woof woof!”

“Daisyyyyyy,” I groaned, pushing my huge golden retriever off my bed, “it’s too early – go away”. It was Sunday, my least favourite day of the week. I know, I know, most people live for Sundays – but not me. Sunday was the day my dad left. He walked out on my family, my mum, Daisy and me. Daisy had been a birthday present from my dad only a week before he took off. Don’t get me wrong, I love Daisy, but she’s always been a reminder that my dad didn’t love me enough to stay around. I eventually dragged myself out of bed and into the kitchen where I found a note from my mum; “Posy, I’ve gone to the gym, please feed Daisy. Be back soon. Mum xx.”

“DAISY! Daisy, breakfast time!!” I yelled out into the hallway, following a path of muddy dog prints that led out of the front door and stopped. Mum had forgotten to close the door in her excitement to get out of the house. I felt bad for my mum; she didn’t get out much as she had to look after a dog, a house, and me and maintain her job. I ran back inside, got dressed, grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and went out the door.

This wasn’t the first time Daisy had run away, but it felt different this time. I called Lulu, my best friend, and told her that Daisy had gone missing again. Lulu had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. She had been there for me on the first day of kindergarten, the first day of high school, through all the bad boyfriends, when my dad left and she was still here for me now.

I walked around the neighbourhood that morning, looking in all the places that Daisy had gone the other times she had run away. I didn’t find her. As I walked back home I ran into Lulu and gave her a huge hug. “Don’t worry Posy, we’ll find her, let’s go back to your house and eat some lunch then we can keep looking. Yeah?”

“Yeah, OK, let’s go.” I knew Lulu was trying to help, but I still felt like this time was different and that we might not find Daisy. After we had eaten breakfast, my mum came home. She was so mad at herself for not locking the door properly. Mum, Lulu and I waited patiently for Daisy to walk back through the door, only she didn’t. As it started to get darker someone knocked on the door.

“Hello? Is anyone home? I think I have your dog. Daisy, is it?” The voice at the door sounded very familiar but I couldn’t figure out why. My mum went to answer the door, but as soon as she saw the man outside, she pulled back, looking like she had seen a ghost.

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I WONDER WHY - Author Tam

I wonder why I do the things

I always seem to do

I wonder why I say it's false

When I know it must be true

I wonder why I do wrong things

When I always know what's right

I wonder why I push and shove

When I know it starts a fight

I wonder why I say I hate 

When I know I really love

I wonder why I run from rain

When it's falling from above

I wonder why I say it's bad

When I know it's really good

I wonder why I say I won't

When I know I always should

I wonder why the sun is warm 

When it sits so far away

I wonder why the nights are cold 

Then it warms up though the day

I wonder why, I wonder why

I wonder why it's so

I wonder why, because I'm alive

That's why I'll always want to know

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Teaching Standards Portfolio

I am attending the e-learning key contact teachers' archdiocesan meeting led by George Kouros. 

I have learnt that we have to get over the idea that you don’t publish until it is perfect. Do a page at a time and fill in the content because it is now publish then filter. Not filter then publish as it used to be.

If every teacher blogged once a week and looked at 5 others, our teaching standards would go way up because of the wealth of knowledge that we would be sharing.

One idea I thought of whilst listening to George was the idea of having a video Blog of my reading Recovery Students' reading. If I could document the growth in their reading once a week, I think that it would be, not just powerful evidence of their learning, but a motivational tool for me and for them to read fluently and in a more animated way. This should in turn, lead to better reading comprehension because they couldn't do this without a better level of understanding and engagement in the book.

Thank you George for not just encouraging us to Blog and therefore, think more, but for giving us the time to do this!

ROYAL LAND - Author Chantel

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I DREAM - Author Judy

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DRAGON QUEST - Authors Ruby & Kiera

I'm stuck here,

In a rice field,

Many have been killed,

I'm one out of ten survivors.

I'm now in a deserted town,

Looking for food and water,

 bump into a man and fall down,

He asked me if I wanted to do a quest,

I wanted to say no but I said yes.

We are now in a cave,

Looking for a dragon,

Blood dripping from the roof,

And there's an old broken wagon.

I see the dragon,

It's coming towards us,

All of a sudden,

I here the school bus.

I can't believe I imagined it,

I said to myself,

When I walked into the classroom,

My teacher was an elf!

     

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AN ENDLESS IMAGINATION - Author Jamie

Imagine a time when all the power is yours,

where you make all of the choices,

a place where the power is in the mind

and a place where all of the stars are aligned. 

Imagination is when pigs can fly,

or when crocodiles can cry.

when birds can talk, 

and fish can walk.

Imagination is the wonderful place where anything goes,

and it is a place that everyone knows.

Imagine this,

a place where you have the power,

and you live in a tall tower.

A time that has start and no end,

a time that you choose and you alone control.

Imagine your imagination,

A place where you go anywhere and everywhere,

a place where you can travel the world,

or a place where you go to get away from life when it is in a swirl.

A place where you are treated like a king,

and you wear a noble ring.

A place where you wear the crown,

and there is happiness all around.

Your imagination is a magical place that only you can create,

Your imagination is a time in which you control its fate.

Imagine a place where imagination flows,

a place where everyone comes and goes.

There is no place like imagination,

a place of isolation,

a place of endless thoughts and dreams,

and a place full of extremes.

All in all,

Imagination is a place that can never end,

Imagination is a place where you will never go without a friend.

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THE SURFBOARD HUNT - Author Emma Illustrator Serena

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One sunny Friday, a handsome boy named Brady and a pretty girl called Mackenzie were strolling along the soft yellow sand of Miami Beach. Little did they know of the connection to befall their friends.

Brady wanted to surf so he went to get his magical surfboard. It made him do tricks no one could ever do. He loved his surfboard so much. But know one knew his secret. It could also make people fall in love when it is close.

When he got there he realised his surfboard was gone. “Oh No” he cried “ My surfboard ...... gone.”
Mackenzie heard him in the distance, “Whats ?” Brady replied, “ My surfboard is gone.” “ Oh my gosh your magical surfboard. This can’t be happening.” They went to look.

They passed a mysterious jungle and knew that if they went in they would be victims of something in there. Brady said, “ We have to look its our only chance. If the surfboard is in the wrong hands something very bad could happen". Mackenzie agreed and they went in.

They were a bit frightened and did not want to risktheir life. [ yes they are a bit dramatic] Then all of a sudden a metal cage not unlike a prison cell fell on top of them. They were freaking out. Brady yelled,”
Get us out! Please” Mackenzie yelled, “ Yes! We need to find our surfboard.”

All of a sudden a dashing, pretty, smart, strong and attractive girl went to save them. Her name was Lela. Brady and Lela fell instantly in love and would not take their eyes off each other. Mackenzie said, “ Um Lela aren't you supposed to be saving us?”Lela replied, “ Oops sorry thats right.”But Mackenzie knew that their love was the power of he surfboard so it must be close.

When Lela freed them. Brady and Lela were lost [ not literally] Brady introduced himself and said, “Hi my name is Brady and I am single.”Lela giggled and said, “You're funny and by the way I am Lela and single too. Mackenzie said to herself, “ Eww. You have to be joking.”

When Lela wasn't looking Mackenzie said to Brady, " Brady, your love for Lela is from the
surfboard. It is getting close." Brady told Mackenzie, " You must be right, every step we take I fall more in love." Mackenzie replied," That's good. It has to be close."

Then all of a sudden. Brady's cousin Dez came swinging in on a vine. You will never guess what happened next. Mackenzie fell in love with Dez. They were talking and said exactly what Brady and Lela said. Everyone was scared and excited at the same time. The surfboard had to be close.

Then the forest came to a dead end. Dez said, "We were so close! " Then Mackenzie and Brady both
said at the same time, " I know the surfboard is here, I can feel it in my gut."Lela said very terrified, " Um, Brady and Mackenzie. You are right the surfboard is close, but not safe. Look behind you."

Their worst enemy Raini was holding their surfboard and evilly said, " I shall break the board. For revenge. Your love will shatter and I will take over the world." Dez said, " Technically you can't
take over the world. Because even if our love shatters we will still stop you from destroying it." Then he punched Raini grabbed the surfboard and they all ran out of the forest. Raini was unconscious
and did not chase after them.

They saw light and landed on the beach. Their love was still strong and their surfboard was back. They all became best friends and lived happily ever after.

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PERSPECTIVE MEMORICAE - Author Alyssa

 I was on my way to the park with my sister, my mum and my best soccer ball. I wasn't much of a girly-girl. I liked to hang out with the boys and play a harsh match of soccer. The big finals were coming up this weekend and I wanted as much practice as I could get. We arrived at Birtwick Park within five minutes. It was a large park. Tall trees outlined the boarder. A section of the park towards the end was thick with trees and shrubs. Bushy grass covered the earthy soil. Despite the large size of the park, there were only about five families and a few groups of friends.

I ran towards the tall fence that faced the back of a house. I practiced hard, kicking the ball as hard as I could when I spotted a flash of blue light. I looked around to see if anyone else had seen it. No one had moved, so I carried on with my practice. I ran with the ball, I kicked the ball; I practiced kicking the ball on the painted targets on the fence. Then again, what was it? Again, no one looked as though they had noticed it. I thought that my eyes were playing up so I focused on the ball and dreamt of the finals, Again? There must be something wrong with me! I decided to rest for a minute under the old oak tree. After a few minutes, I got up feeling a little more focused. I stared at the ball and then to the fence – this was going to be the hardest I had practiced in a long time. I ran forward, eyes on the ball, my leg swung back then propelled forward. I kicked the ball. It hit the fence and went soaring into the air. I couldn't see it because the sun was so bright.

There again, I saw the light but this time it had the figure of a beckoning, glowing blue pixie hovering in the air. It was tiny, about the size of my little finger. I couldn't tell whether I was excited or petrified. I thought that pixies were fantasy not factual! I blinked trying gain a good glimpse. I couldn't have imagined it for this many times could I? Yes, I must have been... A broad smile spread across my face – I was excited. I looked around for the fourth time and no one was looking. So I decided to follow it. It zoomed passed the trees along the edge of the park. I had to break into a run to keep up.

My heart was pounding, it was hard to breathe. My body ached as I pushed myself to keep up with the pixie. Then she stopped, out of nowhere. I nearly ran into her. We were probably at the corner of the park where nobody went because of the thick trees. She pointed at a thick branch and signalled me to move it out of the way. So I did as I was told and moved it. Branch after branch, she signalled me to keep going further. I had no idea that the park reached this far! I had a few branches to go when I saw a glow from ahead, white this time, like the sun. I moved the last branch out of our way.

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IMAGINE - Author Oscar

I start to paddle on. It feels so great to be paddling so fast trying to get on. Offshore wind; it's perfect. The wind is blowing in my face. I stop paddling because I think I am on. I stand up. OH NO!!! I missed it. I sit there and watch it go past. It was perfect but I missed it. I sit out the back for about half an hour doing absolutely nothing. I pretty much am just paddling around. I imagine standing up tall going along the water. I am so, so bored. Should I go home or stay here and wait for the perfect one? I decide to stay.

About ten minutes later I see it coming for me. It's massive. I think about ten foot. I paddle out a bit further. Then I paddle on to it. I get on it...I pull across the wave. There is a massive barrel. Get into the barrel. It feels great. I am in the barrel for about 4 and a half seconds. It's great. When I come out I imagine people cheering 

to me in the pipe masters. Woo hoo!!!!!! Go Oscar! I come out and do a big cutback. Then I get a big air of the top and do a barrel role. It gets an even bigger cheer. I would feel great.

 I walk out of the water and pretend to be high fiving everyone. It would feel amazing to win the pipe masters. I go and hop in my car and pretend that I am hopping into a massive big bus that is all mine with big black comfy seats. That would be great. Wouldn't that be great? It would be so much fun. Then I would go home to a big four storey mansion to rest before my next competition. 

That is my idea of a perfect type surfing day. It would be great with ten foot waves, big barrels and everyone cheering when you come out to get a perfect score of ten.

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BEHIND THE MASK - Author Hannah

I was waiting at the front door for my mums’ friend I couldn’t wait to play with my best friend Harry, her son. He was my best friend only because I didn’t have many friends, only two, Harry and my favourite toy lion Brandon. 

I’m 14 and I don’t go to school because of my medical deformity. When I was born wrong, I had a deformed face. Bits of my face are like someone scrunched it, my mouth is where the top of my chin should be and my chin is flat like I don’t have one. I’ve learned to live with it and I know how to read, write, speak and eat. I heard a knock at the door, and quickly opened it and greeted Harrys’ parents, and Harry.

We ran to play games, but we usually end up just talking. Harry always thinks games are childish because in school in his year they don’t play trains or cars but I’ve never been to school so I don’t know what they play. I’ve always known that the things I do, others don’t usually do. 

They don’t have a toy lion as a friend. They don’t play cars and trains. They don’t eat fairy bread. They don’t colour in. But I’ve always just done that; I’ve never had enough friends to just ‘hang out’. I always thought I was cool when Harry came over because I got to be older.

“Hey, Jack, can I have some water?” said Harry. “Umm... sure let me go get some” I said. I went to walk into the kitchen and I heard Harry’s mum, Fiona, and my mum talking very seriously, I stood just around the corner and listened. “It’ll be good for him; he’ll be able to make friends, get education so you’d don’t have to teach and be in the real world for a bit.” said Fiona.

“Yeah I suppose, Steve’s been talking about it but I’m not sure, I don’t think he’s ready” said mum. “Listen, he’ll have to go sometime, just think about it.” When Harrys mum said that, I just wanted her to think that I walked in as if I had heard nothing. “Hey, just came to get some water for Harry and I.” As I was getting the water I felt there eyes just staring at me from behind. 

I walked back to my room and said “Here Harry, here’s your water” feeling a bit down. “What’s wrong mate, why are you upset?” “Well when I went to get water I overheard our mums talking about me going to school.” “WOW, that’s great we’ll get to go to classes together, hang out and even have the same friends! Why are you so upset?”. “Yeah I know, but my mum doesn’t think I’m ready, she kept on saying “I’m not sure if he’s ready.” “Oh well, just wait and maybe she’ll change her mind”, “Yeah I guess” I said wishing she would just say yes. Harry and his parents left half an hour later and it was already 10 o’clock. 

I was about to go to bed but I just couldn’t wait. “Mum when do I get to go to school”, “Why you asking, sweetie”, “Well Harry was telling me about all the fun things he does at school, and I want to go.” She looked at me and thought for a minute or so and she finally said “We’ll see, but for now how about a good night’s rest”.“Yeah good night mum” “Good Night, Jack.” I wish I could have a good night’s rest, but all I could think about was mum’s words, sounding not sure like it was on replay in my head.

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