Friday, 23 August 2019

Leaving the village (Narrative)

I can smell the polluted air, the ashes of friends and family. My ears can pick up the sound of
cries coming from the suffering. I can see the never ending trail of footprints left by the villagers.
I feel uncomfortable as the snow swallows my feet.

My belongings are packed, I'm ready to leave. I see flames emerging from a distant building,
glowing in the ever coldest night. I myself feel fine but my appearance would say otherwise.
Not long after leaving the village I start to stumble. Blinded by snow I struggle to know where I am going.
Despite the mountains of snow I feel heat climbing into my body. With the immense heat I
couldn't help but remove layers of clothing. I now only have a t-shirt and shorts on. I continue to
walk before stumbling and falling unconscious.

I wake up in a bed, confused, not knowing where I am. I seem to be in a small room surrounded by old
family photos. On my right I see a fireplace with emerging flames engulfing the fire wood.
There is only one door, and it's opposite to me on the other side of the room. I swiftly remove the layers
of blanket and slowly approach the door. Before reaching the door, I hear a squeak. The door
knob twists and a person opens the door. 

I quickly analyse my surroundings hoping to find some sort of weapon. I approach the fireplace as
I see a pile of wood stacked onto the wall. In a rush I grab a piece off the stack and turn around to see
not a monster, guard or man but a little child.

"Follow," says the boy quietly as he turns and exits the room. Still holding the wood I followed the
boy out of the room and into some sort of kitchen. There, many people are seated and standing staring
at me.

An elderly person walks forward out of the pile of people and explained that I was
lying in the snow right next to the entrance of their village. They assumed I had hypothermia so
they relocated me to the only available room. Thanks to these villagers my life was saved. Everybody
in the village came to welcome me and by their faces, it seemed that they were pleased to see me.

I'm still planning to find my way home but for the meanwhile…….. I'll stay.

Monday, 19 August 2019

Stalag Luft III

This map is the layout of a German camp made especially to keep office airmen in captivity. This camp is known as Stalag Luft III.

The names, "Dick, Tom and Harry" are names for the caves that the prisoners dug under the camp in hopes of escaping. The red line shows the route the tunnels went to (Although only Harry (the cave) was the only tunnel that was completed as the other two caves were found.

Friday, 16 August 2019

What I would sense in a destroyed village.

This is a piece of writing I have been working on in regards to a book were reading called, "The Treasure Box".

The piece of writing shows what I would smell, hear, see and feel inside a destroyed village.

Monday, 5 August 2019

What to Know About Smart Relationships

W.A.L.T: Demonstrate smart relationship qualities.

Monday, 10 June 2019

My blog profile: Xavier

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Kia Ora, my name is Xavier and I currently attend
Saint Patrick's school as a senior student. I belong to
many cultures although I have quite a small family. We like to talk
about our days and how to improve on our work.
This is one reason for why I enjoy learning.

I enjoy learning, creating and sharing. This not only
helps increase my knowledge but also helps me get used to
being a good ambassador of my school. I hope to be a better
mathematician and a better writer.

This year I look forward to a healthy and positive school.
This not only will help the young students health but will also
brighten there future leading them into new opportunities in life.
I believe  my mum has inspired me to have a positive attitude.
This is because she helps me with my learning.

Friday, 7 June 2019