The dream giver

As my pointy wings flutter through the air, on a dark and gloomy night I land up on an old, rusty windsill. I check to see if I am in the right place, 2655 Kenzington Avenue Orphanage, this is it.

Bed by bed as the kids snore they lay peacefully undisturbed. I step to each bed,  cracking eggs of golden liquid on their prize possessions that lay on top of them. I place all my magic glowing eggs onto the end of one  of the orphans bed not giving it another though I walked away.
A Ballerina dancing, and twirling around the floor. An astronaut floating around the room, a little boy shakes his hands as if he was playing the drums. Out popped a team of baseball players pitching the ball. All the children were having plesent dreams until I hear ‘CRACK’. I turn around in thinking the worst as fear rushes over me. I race over to the bed where the eggs were sitting to see what had happened. They had dropped, not just on the floor but on a book about a Black Serpent! The worst was yet to come, and I had to stop this boy from encountering a nightmare.

Flicking to the first page, I can see the astronaut trembling with fear as he stands in the middle of the jungle. Slowly he pulled a stone right before my eyes, and it was to late to stop him. He had woken up the Black Serpent who looked very angry and was now ready to chase him. I flick the page of the book and I find myself in the book also so I can save this little boy from a nightmare.  He was being chased to the edge of the cliff by the Serpent. I drip my magic eggs on the Serpent in the hope that would stop him from reaching the young boy. I drop more eggs and even more until they start to work. The roots from the trees had started to grow and encase the Serpent in it, forming a hold on him. The more I dropped the more the roots grew, until finally the Serpent was trapped and the boy was saved.

The End

I strongly believe that we should not change the NZ flag

We should not change the New Zealand flag for several reasons.  It is the flag that our brave soldiers took to world war 1 and 2. We shouldn’t change our flag because it flew in the sky when we went to war. If the military people knew that we were going to change the flag  they would feel that it is disrespectful. It has been our national flag since 1902.

Secondly I think we shouldn’t change it because we need a flag that represents our country. We also need a flag that we can be proud of. I do not think we should not change the flag because our flag is unique. It has history behind it and if we change the flag it's like losing all the amazing memories.

Third of all I think we should not change the flag because we could be spending this money more wisely.  Do you think that the taxpayers are proud to be paying all this money to change the flag?  We could be using this money on people that have no shelter or upgrading our local shops or improving kids education.

We should not change our flag because we could be spending the money on something more important, keeping the flag the soldiers took to war and keeping the flag that represents our country. What is the point in changing the flag if there is nothing wrong with the flag we have now?
   
By Lara Deans

About me

About Me
Lara
I have a family of 5, I am the oldest and I have 2 younger siblings.
I was brought up in New Zealand. I live with my Mum and Dad. I have gone to Auroa School since I was 5 I am a year7, I am 11 years old. My hobbies are Hockey, Netball, Baking delicious sweets, Arts and Crafts and Nail Art. I am a guide of Waiau Girl Guides. I consider myself a good role model for younger students. I have 1 cat named Hunter and I spend lots of time with him. I like most animals. I recon that I am a towny girl but I also spend some time on the farm.
‘I like to work hard and achieve big things.’  

That was summer

That Was Summer
Remember the waves crashing up against the shore?
Remember the hot sand between our toes?
That was summer

Remember the ice-cream dribbling down our hand?
Remember all the laughter and smiles?
That was summer

Remember the cold bubbling lemonade?
Remember the smell of the BBQ cooking each night?
Remember the screams when the water touched our feet?
That was summer

Hockey letter

Lara
734 Auroa Road, Auroa 4678


Tuesday 3rd of March 2015

Dear Brooke,
Thank you for teaching us how to play hockey. I really enjoyed hockey, it was fun. I really appreciate that you spent your time at our school teaching us how to play hockey. You have inspired me to play hockey. I always thought that hockey was just like any other sport but now that I have really played it, I like hockey more than any sport. I have learnt a lot from you.  I learnt how to do sticky dribble, sticky tap, sticky stop, Indian dribble and much more.

From
Lara

The man who never dies

The man who never dies

Squeaking filled the deathly silence. An old polished car arrived up the mountain.” Are you alright?  There’s a station up the road.  I can take you there,” an old voice asked. I thought for a moment and then I hopped in.

I glanced down at my watch. “Do you have to be somewhere?” he asked. “Were you in that car?” He wouldn’t give up. As he tilted his head towards me, staring into my goggles, there was an image, but what?

Losing control of the wheel. It was too late as we slid over the edge of the bank.

Before I could catch him, he went with the car. There wasn’t enough time, I regret it already.

By Lara

The secret lamp

The Mysterious Lamp

Once upon a time there was a genie, Unfortunately, this particular genie was famous for botching things up. Whenever someone rubbed the magic lamp, he would come out and say, "What is your wish?" Then a great cloud of smoke would appear and hundreds of things would fly through the air. When people stated their wish the object of their desire would appear in a cloud of dirt, covered in dust. So many, and so embarrassing were his botches that no one wanted him. His lamp ended up being used only to throw at people, just like a common old box; and the genie didn't come out of it for years, and became sad and depressed.


That was, until a lonely boy found the lamp, and could hear the sad cries of the genie inside. So the boy decided to try to become the genie's friend, and the wish he asked to be granted was to be able to enter and leave the lamp, just like the genie could, so they could spend time together. The genie was happy to grant this wish, and as soon as the boy entered the lamp, he could see what the genie's problem was. It wasn't that he was a bad genie. It was just that he couldn't have been less tidy! In the lamp everything was thrown all over the place, whether it be jewellery, books, boats or camels. It was obvious that the place hadn't seen a duster for years. Being a genie, he had all sorts of stuff in there, and as the lamp was small, everything was crammed in together that whenever the genie tried to get something, a cloud of dust would fly up.The boy held his head in his hands, and the genie apologised, saying that a genie's job was very important and he hadn't had time for cleaning. But the boy remembered his mother's advice, and told the genie that the more important his job was, the more important it was that he keep all his things in order. And together they decided to give the place a good clean.
It took them quite a few days, but when they finished, everything was gleaming and in its correct place. Now it was dead easy to find whatever gift was asked for, and to retrieve it without breaking anything, And so it was that the genie began to be respected and admired once more. He learned that nothing great can be achieved without order and cleanliness in all things.


It took them quite a few days, but when they finished, everything was gleaming and in its correct place. Now it was dead easy to find whatever gift was asked for, and to retrieve it without breaking anything.
And so it was that the genie began to be respected and admired once more. He learned that nothing great can be achieved without order and cleanliness in all things.