🎣The big Catch🦊

🎣The big Catch🦊

One lone summer morning down by the lake, Tyrone was fishing.  Boredom had struck hours upon hours ago, maybe even days ago (at least what it felt).  Heavy tugs were made on the rod. Tyrone grabbed the rod and heaved the fish out of the lake.  Retrieving it from the hook he gasped in shock, it was … tiny. Tossing it into the kete he felt disappointed, he had to feed the whole tribe with a 2mm long fish (actually about 5cm long).

There it was “nnnhhh, nnnhhh,” (high pitch).

Slowly climbing through the bushes Tyrone had found a fox.  Prepared to stab the beast he decided to free it from the ankle trap that had caught him.  Slowly releasing him, the fox leaped into battle stance ready for a fight. It was angered, ready to remove the skin of someone's face.  It attacked and clinged to his chest ready for food.

“Sniff, Sniff,” a scent whisked by luring the fox away.

Tyrone followed through the bushes and found the fox at the kete.  Trying to scare it off he thought to himself, “If I don't have the fish my dad will kill me.”

The beast whipped the fish from the basket and leaped out of sight.  Beginning to chase along he gained sight of the target. He ended face to thorn with a giant bush.  The fox had already escaped through the tunnel. He turned back to the tribe but thought again about the food.  He had only made his mind up halfway through the bush. He stumbled through the other end and got his foot caught.  He tugged and eventually popped it out.

In aching pain he jumped onto the foxes hiding log and scanned for the orange dog.  It was haere, gone. Then out of nowhere, the fox jumped out of the top and scorpioned the kid into the ground. Getting up with the taste of dirt and worms he carried on through the bushes.  Running through bushes, climbing on trees, swinging on vines, he was determined to kill the fox for the fish. Catching the fox he dived on top of him locking him in position. The fox was curled into a ball unable to escape.  Finally the fox reached out from the boys chubby build and began climbing the hill.

“Uhh huuhu uhh,” hours upon hours of climbing and it had only just reached the clouds and the top.  Sprinting over to the edge there he was, the fox. The fox still had the fish but not for long, he threw it off the cliff.  The mountain started shivering and the clouds began to clear. The side of the cliff where the fox tossed the fish turned out to be a ginormous lake.  Tyrone was speechless at the masterpiece of the foodfull lake but that wasn’t even the best part, there was a massive Magikarp (useless water pokemon) in the lake.  The fox came and obtained his attention with a stick. Tyrone grabbed it and snapped the twig from the stick. Tying a rope n hook around it he cast it into the lake and waited and waited and waited.  Finally the fish was caught and the tribe was now known to be fed

Heading back for the village Tyrone dropped another small catch into the fox's mouth.  It was then when the fox stayed. Tyrone carried on not realizing but then, the fox turned to his … spirit animal.

My story

My story

My almighty quest began in the hospital just down the road, Hastings hospital.  I was born two days before Christmas so we ended up having Christmas in the hospital.  I soon moved into my new whare with the best neighbours. Back then I was at school or outdoors but that’s changed since then.

The lovely people throughout my blood consist of many different races like Irish, English, Pakeha, Māori.  I have many uncles, aunts, brothers, cousins, all sorts. but I can only cover a few like my main family. First is my lovely mum Lisa who married my dad Paul.  She is a chocolate lover, she’s always there and overall she’s an amazing mum. Next is my dad, he is a rugby coach, canoe polo coach, the parts manager at Deakin motors, coach at barefoot sevens, demolition derby star and many more.  Next are my lazy brothers Sean who’s 8, Tyler who’s 6 and Max who’s 3.

Over the years I’ve gathered many things important to me (no particular order) like rugby, writing, math, family and art.  Rugby is big for me since I have played since I was five. My team has evolved from the mighty rippers to the mighty predators to now, the vikings.  My writing hobby began about a year ago when I just found writing a lot more fun for reasons I don’t know. I also liked math but that came with me from years ago in actually my first year of school, room one, year one.  My family of course is important to me for many reasons. They’ve grown me to who I am now and protected me for years on end. And art, a big thing for me. It’s fun because it allows you to draw and put yourself in any situation.

Finally for my goals.  My goal is to finish set b, stage 7, advanced by the end of the year.  I believe that I can achieve this by coming to all the morning maths on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.  I believe to achieve this by playing math games every night. By the end of this year, I hope to achieve stage seven and make stage eight.

My life to Walaas similarities

Letter to Christian

Frimley school

Frimley road

Frimley

Hastings

4120

6 / 6 / 2018

Dear Kakas

Kia ora

My name is Riley Burgiss.  I am writing to tell you how wonderful it really is here in Aotearoa.

I really hope you have a good time here in Aotearoa.  There are many special things about New Zealand
like the rich earth and green grass.  We also have a special bird native to our specific country. It is the
Kiwi. It is a nocturnal flightless bird that has nostrils at the end of their beaks.  They also lay eggs ⅓
the size of their body weight.

We have beautiful sceneries in New Zealand take for example Rotorua's giant boiling mud pools.  If you
fell in the mud would dissolve your skin into nothingness. There is also a story that goes as a guy was i
n a police chase.  He was sprinting straight down to the huge pool onto the bridge and committed suicide.
He jumped the railing into the pools and no one ever found the body, well at least what my dad said.  
But there are other places like sunrise hut up at Ruahine Ranges. I and room 14 / 15, 16 / 17, 18 / 19
conquered the mountain with amazing views.

Around here in New Zealand, we love rugby, soccer, cricket, T ball, pretty much all sports.  Some of our
kiwi favourites are hokey pokey which is vanilla ice cream with crunchy lollies. We also like mixes from
the dairy and just a classic fish and chips.

Kia ora, tēna koā and many others are greetings we use to invite other cultures.  In school, we do
performances that are representing other countries like in week 5 term 2. Me, and the year 6 boys
celebrated Samoan language week with a sasa based on the triple A’s.

Anyway, welcome to Aotearoa.  You're gonna fit right in with everyone else.  Hope you have a good stay.

Kind regards

Riley Burgiss

Character description_Riley

Character description_Riley

Earth eyes, Dark hair, Maroon uniform this is Christian.  Petrifying, near death experiences. Unseeable
things he’s seen.  Sleepless. Everyday, bombs were dropped. His life was terrifying.  Wandering to
school, day by day, was a real struggle. The streets were warfield's.  They were traveling countries
upon countries such as Baghdad to Damascus to Lebanon to NZ.  Life was hectic.

It wasn’t until they reached NZ when his life turned around.  When he first arrived he was feeling as if he
was left out but about everyday he’d learn a new word.  It was until about 18 months later when he could
fully speak English and was like all the other kids.

“Hey, thanks for helping me with English Jake,” said Christian.

“No problemo,” replied Christian.

Once reaching NZ Christian felt happy.  Their family felt they just belonged. There was no more war or
people who searched cars.  It was a safe, non violent country. It used to be BOOOOM but now it’s just
the wind blowing and trees rustling.  Life really had turned around for them.

Baghdad, Christians hometown, one of the most deadly cities in the world.  Huge wars, Christian hated
thinking of people even living there.

“Mum will we ever go back to Baghdad or Syria?” asked Christian.

“No, I don’t think ever,” replied Kathreen (Christians mum).

“Will it ever be safe in Syria again mum?” Asked Christian.

“Maybe but I still don’t think we’ll go back,” Christian.

Syria and Baghdad were now extremely dangerous cities and we were never going back.  Now in New
Zealand we are safe, happy people who don’t get kept up at night. I still think my mum worries about
us a lot after what happened in Syria.  Now we can just go to get bread and not worry about a sniper
waiting to shoot.