Friday, 28 June 2013

Tawa's Terrifying Tempest

It was a fairly normal night in Tawa as far as I could tell, wet and windy.  I had just been to the Tawa College open night when 'Bang'! there was a huge crash of thunder and flash of light.

It was so bright I was temporarily blinded and then I realised something was wrong.  The lightning was green!  I sprinted after Mum through the pouring rain- it was so heavy it felt like it was raining cats and dogs!  I jumped in the car and Mum started the engine as the car rocked like a toy boat in the ocean.  "This is the worst storm we've had for ages!" Mum said very profoundly.  There was another flash of lightning and then all the street lights flickered.

When we got home I remembered that Dad was away so we had no one to protect us against the wild weather.  I turned on the TV and started watching Doctor Who.  It was one of the more scary episodes about weeping angles- weeping angles are stone statues of angles that look like they are weeping, but the moment you blink, turn away or flick the lights they move and stare into your face.  Then they either kill you or send you back in time.

I was getting ready for bed when there was a particularly large gust of wind and all the lights went out.  Suddenly I thought of the weeping angles and how they can move when no one can see them.
"Helen, are you okay?" asked mum.
"Yeah," I replied.
I got into bed with my book and torch and then all our lights turned back on so there was nothing to worry about any more.

It rained all night and all the next day, but then it finally stopped and the sun even made a brief visit to Tawa again.

Tuesday, 18 June 2013


Once there lived a beautiful Princess called Karma.  She committed a horrible sin by murdering her father, the King, so her namesake, Karma, cursed her to always be small until she was helped by a girl and a boy.


"Dace! I can't find my shoes!"  Yelled Maia Stoane, a young girl with bright red hair and sparkling green eyes.
"Well I can't find my skateboard!" Yelled Dace Stoane, a handsome young man with dirty blond hair and piercing blue eyes.  "What's happening to all our stuff?"
"I don't know!" Maia mused, "But we can't just sit here and watch all our stuff disappear one small piece at a time!"
"Maia, you're a genius!" Said Dace.
"I am?" Asked Maia.
"Yes! That's just it! We'll sit and watch our stuff overnight to see what's been happening to it!"  Said Dace.
So that night they lay in bed, pretending to sleep, with their eyes like little slits.


Meanwhile the tiny princess, Karma, was preparing for her nightly raid of the Staone’s house.

Karma creeped along the window sill, making a tiny pitter patter of her feet, like the gentle rain on the roof.
She silently jumped from the sill, landing like a cat on the dresser, then sliding down the rope she had attached to the drawer knobs.


“Dace, did you hear that?” Whispered Maia,
“Yeah, I heard it, what do you think it was?” He replied,
“I don’t know, let’s find out, on three, one.....two.....THREE!” Yelled Maia.
They flicked the light on, bathing the room in a warm golden glow, illuminating a tiny person on the floor holding Dace’s key.

“Aaaahhhhhh,” shrieked Karma, she started to run back to the dresser, but Maia had jumped out bed and grabbed Karma.
“Let me go!” Karma yelled.
“I’m not going to hurt you, please stop stealing our stuff,” said Maia,
“Only if you can help me return it, then I shall be big again and I can live a normal life.” Karma insisted.
“Okay, what do we do?” asked Dace,
“Jump into my bag, it’s bigger on the inside!” Karma replied.

So they jumped into Karma’s bag and tumbled through a vortex into a large room full of their stuff.
“Grab your stuff and let’s go!” Said Karma, “jump back into the vortex.

They jumped back into it and as they came out, Karma grew to normal size.

They all lived happily ever after.

Friday, 7 June 2013

Out of breath!

It was a beautiful sunny day and my heart was pounding as we lined up to start.  Then the hooter went and we were off jogging round the corner and out the front gates. Yes, it was that time of the year again…..Cross Country.    We had trained so hard for it and the teachers had pushed us to our limits.

‘Just keep running, just keep running,’ I silently repeated the mantra to myself over and over, again and again.
Round the corner and up the hill, my legs were cramping and my side was getting tight with an unwanted stitch.

‘Just keep running, just keep running!’

As I came to the corner that Stephanie was standing by, she held up her i-phone and said "Smile Helen!"  I said "No!" and put my hand up to cover my face, but it was too late.  She had a picture of me.

I ran and ran and as I finally came through the tunnel and down the slope I started to sprint the last bit.  I passed three people and I sprinted through the cones and went to get my number.  55th! Two places better than last year! But I was less out of breath than last year too!