Reflection - Market Day

On the 26th of November, we had a market day. Over the past few weeks, we have been planning a stall for our Business studies assessment. It was held between T-block and R-block from 12:20 to 2.

The 3 things that went well was our planning, our sales, and our advertisements. Our plan was well organised. We managed to make sure that we were prepared for market day. We managed to get sponsored by New World, The Warehouse and Countdown. Our plan was detailed, giving us information on what we would need to buy and how much it would cost. We sent out a survey to calculate how many people would buy our churros and doughnuts, and for what costs. Something else that went well was our advertising. We hung up many posters around the school where people walk past more often. We also sent out emails to remind everyone about the market day, and to check out our stall. The third thing that went well was our sales and our tactics. We had two people out at stall serving people while one person cooking the Churros and Doughnuts. This allowed us to constantly refill our product as well were selling out fast during lunch.

The 3 things that didn't go so well was our chocolate fountain, our doughnut maker, and the batter for our doughnuts. The chocolate fountain that we bought from The Warehouse did not work. The chocolate sauce was not flowing as what we hoped. Our doughnut maker from The Warehouse also didn't work. The doughnuts turned into stale disks that didn't taste good. Also, the batter for the doughnuts when but in the deep fryer split. The mixture was too liquidy.

If I could change anything if we did this again I would bring mixing bowls, more containers/trays to hold our products, and not buying any chocolate fountains.

The Treaty was a Scam

There were two treaties. The English version, and the Maori version. Both were similar but yet not the same. They created four copies and took it round

Article 1

For the English version, the main point from article 1 was that the British would have complete control over the people and land.
In the Maori version in article 1, the main point was that the British had complete control over the land, but the Maori chiefs still had control of their tribes.
In the Maori version they believed that the English would have control over the lands but they Maori chiefs could still control their people/tribe. Whereas in the English version they had complete control over the people and land. This could cause conflict because they agreed to the Maori version, not the British version.
The Maori were not happy that they had no control over their people.

Article 2

For the English version, it guaranteed the Maori's possession of their land, properties, fisheries. And that the Maori could only sell their land to the British.
The Maori version guaranteed that the Maori would have full control of their lands, villages, culture, and language. And that they have to first offer the land to the British if the British crown did not agree with the price the Maori could then it could then be sold to someone else.

The British promised the Maori control of their land and properties. But the Maori version stated that they would have possession of their culture, language and properties.
Since the British went by the English version, the Maori had no control or possession of their culture or language. And the Maori thought that they could sell to other people if they offered the land to the crown first, but of course, that was not stated in the English version.

Article 3

In the English version, the main point was that the Maori have the same rights as British subjects.
In the Maori version, the main point was that the British would protect Maori and that the Maori would have the same rights as British subjects.
The Maori thought that the British would protect Maori, but as stated in the English version of the treaty it was not stated.
The Maori were given their rights but not protection.

An Ideal World

An ideal world in my mind would be no violence and abuse. A world with no violence would mean no wars. To make this a reality is to wipe the whole human race and program robots to be non-violent.

The Treaty of Waitangi

Why was the Treaty needed?

Link to my Essay

The Powhatan Treaty

I have researched the Powhatan Treaty in 1646. We were looking at the different treaties that the Europeans made with other cultures. 

Maori and European population changes in Nz between 1836-1901

For social studies, we had to transfer the information in the table and put it into a graph.

What does the graph tell us?

The graph shows the increase and decrease of the Maori and European population. By 1859-1901 there is a rapid increase in the European population. Whereas the Maori population slowly declines throughout the years.

Why do you think the numbers of Maori change?

When the Europeans came to New Zealand the Maori traded their flax for muskets. Since the Maoris were always fighting over land or revenge, the musket made it more efficient to kill off their enemies. This caused more deaths, causing a decrease in the Maori population.

Why do you think the numbers of Europeans changed?

The Europeans found New Zealand great for killing whales, as well as trading with the Maori. In England it was cramped, unsafe, poverty, disease, and no jobs leaving people unemployed. New Zealand provided land, jobs, resources, and space, which attracted people to New Zealand.

Spaghetti Bolognese

In our groups, we were instructed to make Spaghetti Bolognese. The Spaghetti was simple. We only needed to boil water in water and put our spirals pasta in. Our team during the exercise worked quite well. Jimmy's job was getting the sauce. Jakita gathered the onion and garlic and chopped them. Nidhi gathered the pasta. And I got the pot and boiled the water on the stove, as well as doing the dishes. While it was cooking we prepared our sauce. We cut some garlic and onion and added it to the pan. Once the onion and garlic were slightly brown we added the pre-made sauce and let it saute. Once the pasta was finished we poured in the water and pasta into the drainer. Once the sauce was ready, we put out the bowls and evenly put the pasta in the four bowls. We then put in the sauce and sprinkled the meal over with grated cheese.

Hidden - Creative story

Hidden

Chapter l
In construction

I snuggle closer to the mouldy blood-stained corner. I curl up in a ball to keep myself warm. The
ragged clothing that I was given was now covered in dirt and blood. My raw wounds still throbbing from
the mornings beating. My cell was so small, it was about the size of a broom cupboard, the only
furniture in the room was a worn yoga mat that I used to sleep on.

Over the sound of my chattering teeth, I could hear the footsteps of someone coming towards the door.
The silver collar on my neck felt as if it was getting tighter as if a snake was strangling me. The footstep
came closer, then they stopped. Everything was quiet, my shivering and chattering teeth stopped.
My whole body was frozen, frightened like a child in the dark. Not again. The thoughts going through my
mind made me shiver. I can't do this again, I don’t think I could survive this time.

These past months have been hectic. I still blame myself for what happened. But for now, let’s go back
and start from the beginning.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! “Oh for goodness sake!,” I turned over and threw the alarm clock across the
room.

“lève ton cul” Get your ass up, the sound of my sister’s voice echoed within my room.

“garde tes chevaux” hold your horses, I yell back.

I moaned with exhaustion and hoisted myself out of bed. I pulled off my poke dotted duvet and wrapped
it around my body. Thud! “Merde!” I panicked and looked down the side of my bed. “Sorry croissant,”
I apologised as I looked down as the small white cat. She looked up at me in annoyance. I picked her up
and placed her on my bed. I trudged towards my dresser to grab my uniform. I glanced at my reflection
in the mirror hanging above my dresser. My brown hair sat on end like a porcupine. I searched the to of
my spruce dresser, moving little nick nacks and letters. Right at the back, I found my hairbrush. I tugged
the hairbrush through my hair trying to get through the birds’ nest. After several minutes later I placed
the hairbrush back in the rubble of paper. I pulled open one of my many draws, the draw was full of
black, green and blue clothing. But what stood out was my bright white and navy blue uniform. I put it on,
but I couldn’t help but notice that the socks were itchy. Great, an uncomfortable uniform just what I need
right now. The collar on my white button-up shirt was stiff and itchy, my navy blue skirt made me
anxious. 

“It’s not that bad” my sister Lea stood there leaned against my doorway. 

I turned around and looked in the mirror. “It’s not that bad” I mocked. I swing my bag over my shoulders.
My bag was black and had white stars covered over the fabric. My bag was full and weighed over 3kgs.
The multiple books in my bag made it heavy. I trudge through the house and grabbed an apple in the
kitchen. My sister followed. She stood in the doorway of the front door and lifted her hand. Her brown
eyes began to glow a light blue, her once messy brown hair began unknot and position itself into a
ponytail. She rested her hand by her side and gave me a smirk.

 “Show off,” I said as I pushed past her. 

She snapped her fingers and her bag float through the lounge into her hands. “Okay I’m ready now,” Lea
said. She glanced at the door, and again her eyes glew blue, the door made a clicking sound. Lea smiled
and walked off. She stopped and looked back “Are you coming Elyse”

“I’m coming,” I said as I galloped towards her.

Our house was on private property. Basically the middle of the forest. There were no roads, no hiking
paths, just a thick forest. Which was nice because we didn’t need to worry about the government finding
of our powers.

The beliefs of Maori

How do stories and myths play in society?
They help us understand the culture and religion of others.

What similarities are there between the Europeans and the Maori's stories?
They both believed in a higher power, god/gods and art.

Why would the difference between Maori beliefs and English beliefs cause conflict?
The two different cultures have different values and morales and different ways of worship. They both believed in different gods and praised the gods very differently from each other.

This is the Maori god that I have chosen to do a poster on.

Japan

Something that I learnt was how much time they put into making their lunches. They have bento boxes filled with food. They would take at least 10 minutes packing their lunches, whereas we just put a load of different snacks and a sandwich in our lunch box in a matter of five minutes.

They also have tea ceremonies, where they sit on the ground and drink green tea out of little fancy teacups that don't have handles.

How do Japanese foods and presentation compare to NZ?

In Japan, they like to be neat and tidy with their foods. When they have it cooked a set on a plate it looks like a piece of art. New Zealand doesn't put too much effort in the presentation.

Questions for the readers:

What tea do they commonly drink during tea ceremonies?

Souvlaki

For this lesson we make souvlakis.

We used a variety of vegetables like diced tomato, lettuce, fresh oregano, finely chopped red onion and grated carrot. We were given many sauces to choose from, we had the yoghurt sauce (greek yoghurt, parsley, cucumber and freshly chopped mint), barbecue relish and sauce, sweet chilli sauce and other toppings. We added shredded beef schnitzel. The ingredients we used were freshly chopped.

Tasks were evenly spread through the group. One person was gathering ingredients, while one person was chopping the veggies, and another cooking the schnitzel. One of the challenges I faced was cooking the beef in the frying pan since the oil was spitting at me and another person in my group. It was difficult trying to not get burnt.

The outcome of my souvlaki looked and tasted fresh and tasty. It's such an easy and delicious meal to make.

Here is the closest photo I could find that looked like what we made.

Cooking Pizza

For this practical we made pizza. I found I was quite interesting making the base out of only 3 ingredients.

Something that I found that our group did well at was communicating and working together to get everything done in time.
Something we didn't do well was the base of the pizza. I found that it was overmixed (by me).
The outcome looked crispy. Although the base was like a pikelet.

The toppings I had on my pizza were tomato, tomato paste, pepper, onion, ham, pineapple, and other toppings that I can't remember.

Here is the outcome of my pizza:

Driving with cell-phones speech reflection

My presentation was about the dangers of taking call and writing/reading texts. The part of my speech that I am proud of is how much I had written about my topic. Something I found that I had trouble with was actually researching my topic. I found it difficult trying to find something to talk about and actually sticking to it. Something I would work on for next time is giving myself more time to practice my speech. 

Painting Cave Art in our Classroom

In the stone age, homo sapiens made art like what you see above. Telling stories with the art they created on the cave walls. they created art by using their own hands, sticks, rocks and other things. We used black paint to draw these paintings on the walls of our classroom. In the stone age, they didn't have paint, so they used mud and sand. You would find art like this in museums and caves.

This is a photo of the art that I had done.

 (unfinished painting)

The story in the art is two people cooking a rabbit about a fire.

COMING SOON (Finished Painting)

Fish 'n' Chips YAY!

For our second practical we made fish n chips.

Like the last practical task were given out evenly in the group. It was quite difficult keeping up with the other groups since a person in our group was not present. What I found we did well as a group was time management, apart from having to hurry to put the fish in the oven. When it comes to cooking you can add your own twist to the recipe without worrying about ruining everything. I found that the only trouble we had in our group was keeping everything clean and tidy, making sure we had room for things to go on the cooking bench. 

Our product turned out quite well. The fish was cooked through and the chips were a little crispy. The only thing I would change when making this again would be to add more lemon.

Making SUSHI

For cooking, we made vegetarian sushi!

This took us about 30-40 minutes to make it. Since our rice was cooked before class started, we saved at least 10 minutes. The sushi we made consisted of rice, seaweed, pepper, cucumber, carrot, avocado, capsicum, celery, and wasabi (optional). There are a lot of techniques needed to make sushi such as slices the veggies into little thin strips to rolling the sushi in the bamboo sheet roll thingy. Something we could improve was our time management, as well as keeping our ingredients more organised. Something we did well as a group was collecting all of our ingredients and setting everything out. The outcome of the sushi was quite good. The only thing I didn't like about the sushi was that there were not enough veggies in the sushi, I feel like we should have added soy sauce to our sushi. Otherwise, the sushi was tasty and filling. 

10Hh screen time results

Results from the weekend screen time experiment

Each person in our class was asked to record the amount of time they used looking at screens during the weekend. 

This graph shows us how much time we spend in front of screens from 3pm Friday to 9am Monday. The recommended use of screens is 2 hours per day. The average amount of time used by this class is about 15-20hrs. This shows us how addicted we have gotten to our devices.

 Devices used

From these results, it gives us an understanding of what devices are used the most. From the chart, we see that phones are the most common device used during the weekend. Phones are small and light, making it easier to access and carry around. 

Timetable Of the history of devices 

Jam Drops

Jam Drops

-Week 3

In Home Ec, we did our first practical for semester 2. Our recipe was to make Jam Drops.

Tasks were given out to each member of our group. Everyone had their own specific tasks in which they needed to get done. We had to have the exact accurate measurements of each ingredient. From least semester I had seen that we actually got quicker at getting everything done on time, whereas before my group had trouble getting everything finished on time.

Our product turned out soft and tasty. Since we ate them a little while after they came out of the oven they were still soft and warm. I personally prefer eating biscuits when they are warm. I believe that our jam drops needed a little bit more jam in the middle. 

Our next step would be making sure that we are faster at getting everything finished. As well as making more accurate measurements.

Should Euthanasia be legal in NZ - Persuasive writing

Should Euthanasia be Legal in NZ?

Should euthanasia be allowed to be used on humans? If I had a severe medical condition

with unbearable symptoms, I wouldn't want to be kept alive against my own will. People with

incurable conditions should be able to die in dignity, not in pain, they should not be kept suffering

against their own will, they should be able to choose when they die. 

Sadly there are many people who are diagnosed with incurable conditions such as leukaemia,

Alzheimer's, Aids and others. Some people live their lives suffering until they eventually die from

their illness. Euthanasia would stop these people from suffering from unbearable symptoms and pain.

In New Zealand a survey in 2014-2015 of 15,822 people, 66 per cent supported euthanasia as a legal

means of ending the lives of people with painful, incurable diseases. We should be able to die without

suffering.

Euthanasia should, of course, be only an option to people who are suffering from incurable illnesses.

Euthanasia would give people the option to end their suffering. When healing is no longer possible,

and the patients find their suffering unbearable, then the physician’s role should shift from healing

to relieving suffering in the patient’s wishes. It must be a choice for both patient and physician to go on

with Euthanasia. Euthanasia is legal in Belgium, Canada, Colombia, Luxembourg, The Netherlands,

Switzerland, and in six US states (California, Colorado, Montana, Oregon, Vermont and Washington

State). I believe that New Zealand should be one of these countries. 

We are able to make our own choices of what we do in life, from who we marry to what kind of work

we do. I think when it comes to the end of one’s life, whether you have an incurable condition or whether

you’re elderly, you should be able to choose what happens to you. We should be able to make our own

decisions for our own bodies. Around the work, 0.2% to 4.6% of all deaths are reported as euthanasia

or physician-assisted suicide where they are legal.

People should be able to make their own decisions even if it means making a decision to die. For those who are suffering from painful symptoms should not be kept alive against their will. Euthanasia is legal in six countries, should New Zealand be one of them?

Careers Research

In social studies, we are studying careers. We have been given out random jobs and have been told to investigate them. We are also learning about budgeting.

The job that I got is a Truck driver.

Boomerangs

The purpose of this activity was to create a aboriginal design and paint it on the boomerang. It was to create a better understanding of the aboriginals culture. Also to show show our knowledge of the aborigines culture.

My boomerang has a kangaroo in the middle, it represents australia since it is the national symbol of Australia. There are also wavy lines at the bottom to represent rivers, the white dots represent mountains.

Art: Research drawing

We are learning the techniques of street art. We have been taking parts of the artwork and drawing it ourselves, to gather an understanding of the black and white coloured artwork.

Original artwork- by Banksy

My drawings of parts of the artwork:

English: Another World - Diversity

Diversity

In the past two terms, we have been looking at how other worlds reflect ours. We have been looking at stories from another person perspective. By doing this we understand the story and character/person better. We have been learning about different kinds of people from different backgrounds.

Diversity is important because it gives us a different perspective. With this, we get a better understanding of the world they/we are living in. Before we started this topic I already knew the importance of knowing others perspectives. Within the two terms learning about this topic I have learnt how important it is to understand someone else's point of view. Learning about other cultures and backgrounds help us understand different people within the world we live in.

Children of Blood and Bone Essay

The Children of Blood and Bone

Introduction

Is it fair to take away someone's religion, freedom, and rights to retain power? In Tomi Adeyemi’s novel, The Children of Blood and Bone, a challenging setting is dealing with loss. The challenge of loss helps the reader to understand how it affects people, how guilt consumes a person, how people feel like their worthless, how they feel like they have been abandoned, or being hated for something you had no control over.

Body 1

In chapter seventy-eight, we observe a character suffer from guilt. This is when Inan and Zelie are in the dreamscape, Zelie talks to Inan about why she moved from Ilorin after the raid, Inan instantly feels guilty because of the loss and death that his father caused, “A pit of guilt opens in my chest, tainted with the smell of burning flesh. The fires I watched from the royal palace resurface, the innocent lives burned before my young eyes. A memory I’ve pushed down like my magic, a day I longed to forget. But staring at Zelie now brings it all back: the pain. The tears. The death.” King Saran (Inan’s father) has convinced Inan since he was a child that Maji was evil and that what he was doing was right. It was only until Inan understood Zelie’s perspective that he realised his father's doings were wrong. He feels guilty because he once believed the stories, as well as doing his father's dirty work thinking he was doing the right thing. This could be compared to Captain Marvel. Carol was taken and brainwashed into believing that the Skrulls was to blame for the destruction and slaughter of other alien races. What she didn't know was that the people who she was working with (the Kree) were actually the ones to blame for invading other planets. Carol didn't realise this until she actually had a conversation with one of the Skrulls and understood their background and perspective. Both stories are connected because of the influence these both characters had from the people around them. I think it's important to not push your memories down. I believe that you should not feel guilty for someone else's doings.

Body 2

In chapter seventy-eight where we are shown what it's like to feel useless. When Rehema and two other men and women were asked to make a distraction on the beach of the sacred temple, Zelie and her friends were forced to wait for the distraction to take place, Zelie says “Minutes stretch into hours, an eternity that drags like death. Each second that passes is another second my mind tumbles in guilt. What if they’re captured? What If they die? I can’t have more people perish for this. I can’t have more blood stain my hands.” Zelie is forced to wait until the guards have fled from the temple to the distraction on the beach. Zelie fears that Rehema and her team may die. Zelie feels as if too many lives had been lost for her. She fears that they may die for something she could’ve done herself, or helped with. She wants to help but is forced to stick to her task. This could link to when I was sick. I was forced to stay home and get better while my Dad delivered my papers for the paper route I have. I felt like I should’ve been there to help since it was my job and responsibility, not his. Guilt is something that eats at you for over a long time. It's tragic that we have to make choices that could lead to guilt. If only they didn't need to be put in danger to save people. If only the Kingdom could only observe and listen.

People should not be put in a position where someone could be put in danger. If only the kingdom of Orisha could understand why they must restore magic, instead of risking their lives to save many more.

Body 3

In chapter four another challenging setting is being hated because of your culture. When Zelie thinks about how lucky Zain is, “He doesn't understand what it’s like to be me, to walk around in a diviner’s skin. To jump every time a guard appears, never knowing how a confrontation will end.” Since King Saran doesn’t care about the Maji the guards could get away with anything they do to them. Guards use this advantage to rape, abuse, pick on, bully, torture, blackmail, and harass the Maji. The Maji are hated because they are different and once had gifts. King Saran sees magic as a threat to his kingdom. The King has the most powerful title which means he has control, whereas the Maji threaten that control and power. Which is why he doesn't care about them. Although someone may be different doesn't mean that they should be treated as an outcast.

Conclusion

In the Children of Blood and Bone, we see that the Orisha is full of hate, loss, and power (literally). We see how loss and hatred affected the world of Orisha. From feeling guilty for someone else's doings to being outcasted because of your religion, or even being forced to put into a position where you feel helpless and useless. The setting of loss helped me understand the effect it has on people. “Shame ripples through me as I stare at the tarnished metal. The only gift he’s ever given me, and at its core is hate.”

The Voyage to New Zealand Creative Story

Things you should know before reading

Year: 1850s

Main Character: Kathrine Evans

Place of Birth: London

Destination: New Zealand

(updated for text to fit better on page)

Voyage to New Zealand

The sound of cries grows louder as I walk closer to the docks. I trail behind my master as I carry his

heavy brown leather suitcase, my hands ached and I was out of breath. We push our way through thecrowd of crying families, trying to get to our destination. As we were about to go aboard we were

stopped “Tickets and passports please!” The ticket collector instructed. I pass him the passports and

our tickets. He grabs them hungrily. “Are you Miss Kathrine Evans aged 17?” he asked. “Yes, yes I am,”

I said nervously. I watched him study my passport comparing my face to the black and white

photograph. “Go ahead,” he says as he passes me back my passport and ticket. I run up the bridge

which connected the boat to the wharf, dragging the luggage behind me. As I step onto the bow of the

boat I was welcomed by the captain and the crew of the ship. “Kathrine!” my master yelled. “Get my

luggage into the cabin immediately!”. I weaved in and out of the guests and staff making my way to the

cabins. As I walked down the deck I pass by the steerage. I managed to get a glance at what it was like

down there. Thin mattresses on the ground filled the room. The walls were mouldy and the floors were

dirty and wet. I carried along the hall I had finally found my masters room. I laid and unpacked his

belongings into his draws. I took this time to notice how fancy his room was. His room has beige

coloured walls and a brown carpeted floor. His bed had already been made it was covered with rose

flowered sheets and sheepskin blankets. There was a big dresser on the side of the room. There was

a desk with a crystal vase which held a stunning white rose. As I exited the room I locked the door. My

master thought it was best if I slept in the cabin next to his, in case he needed anything. I was fortunate

enough to sleep in the cabin, but the only negative part of it was that I needed to share with two other

female slaves. As I was about to exit my cabin the boat rocked back and forth, crashing me to my knees

as the rocking continued. As it rocking calmed I rushed out of the cabin and locked the door. I decided to

go to the stern of the boat to see what had happened. As I got there I found that the boat had departed

from the wharf.

I planted my feet near the edge of the boat, tears fell from peoples cheeks as we began our journey to

New Zealand. Families and friends stood on the wharf waving at us and wishing us luck. I stood there

for what felt like hours, just standing there as if my feet were in concrete. I stood there as I watched the

diseased, grey, lifeless city grow smaller, I watched until London faded out of my sight, I watched my

childhood home disappear. I stood there looking over the ocean for what felt like hours not able to move.

I could see nothing but grey cloudy sky towering over the big blue ocean. I looked behind me to find a

couple with their child standing near the edge of the boat taking in the view. It was silent, peaceful, clear,

even beautiful. “KATHRINE!” my master yelled as he walked towards me, his eyes full of anger. “Where

is my food!” he instructed. “I don't k...know s..sir” I looked down trying not to look into his fiery eyes.

“Move!” he instructed, pushing me towards the kitchen. I sprinted along the deck towards the kitchen. I

tried to fight the tears as I went into the kitchen. “A b..beef sandwich for Mr Moore,” I said. “Two minutes,”

the chief said. Four minutes later, I speed walked towards the table where Mr Moore sat. To my surprise,

he had a woman with him. She wore a tight elegant silk dress that complemented her curves. She wore

a confident smile on her face as she hypnotised my master with her charms. I slid the beef sandwich

onto the table, making sure there was no eye contact. The woman took a quick glance at my face before

carrying on the conversation with the man in front of her.  I kept my eyes on the ground as I curtseyed

and left the table. I kept thinking back to when the woman glared at me, her face was unreadable was

she disgusted, empathetic, sad, I don't even know why I care what people think about me anymore. I

have been stuck serving this loiter-sack since I was twelve. Night fell upon as quick. It seemed as if time

was flying by. Everyone was ordered to go to their cabins or steerage for the night. It was difficult to

navigate to the cabins. I nearly walked into several poles when trying to make my way to my room. As I

got there I went inside. Two other maids sat waiting on the bed. “Hi, my name is Mary” one maid stated.

She had short chestnut hair and looked as if she was 23. I looked over to the other girl who looked as if

she was 13. “Hi… my names Cindy” she murmured. I take this time to look at her. She wore grey messy

clothes with a black apron. “I guess we should go to bed,” said Mary. I sighed as I took off my rags and

put on the brown PJs that I have been wearing for a week. When we all got changed we all climbed into

bed. The air was freezing, we only had the sheets and a single knitted quilt on the bed. It took me a

while to get to sleep. I was difficult ignoring the swaying of the boat.

The night passed quickly as soon as I managed to get to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of chatter

passing by outdoor. We slipped on our overalls and followed the trail of servants towards the kitchen.

The smell of fresh meat filled my nose as I entered the kitchen. Chefs and butchers ran around the

kitchen making breakfast. We picked up Mr Moores breakfast. “What a pig” Mary snickered. I looked

down as I carry a plate of bacon to the dining room. Cindy followed me carrying a platter of freshly

baked bread and jams. Mary carried two plates, in one hand she carried a plate filled with apple slices

and the other filled with tomato soup. We made our way to the dining room filled with nobles. We placed

his breakfast on the table. I turned my back taking my leave when a rough hand grabbed my wrist. I

could feel his hand cutting off my circulation. “Listen here you rat, don’t you dare be late again” he

shouted. I snatch my wrist away from his grasp and walked off rubbing my sore wrist. I felt a small tug

on my apron as I passed a table. I nearly jumped. I turn around to find a young boy looking at me. He

looked like he was about 5. I crouch down on my knees. “Are you ok’ he said gently. “Yes, I am” I looked

at his smiling. “What your name?” I asked. “Ezra, Ezra Miller,” he said proudly. “Well, Ezra Miller you

don't need to worry about me. Go enjoy your breakfast” I said with a fake smile. He giggles slightly.

“What your name,” he asked. “Kathrine Evans,” I said. “Now go eat your breakfast before it goes cold”.

He nods and runs back to his table. I leave the kitchen making my way to the front of the boat. I watched

as the crew tied the sails to the posts that I nearly face planted into from last night. I spent most of the

day doing small jobs for Mr Moore such as, cleaning his room, making his bed, serving food, giving

messages to and from Mr Moore, and other jobs. Otherwise, I was watching the ocean on the deck, or

chatting with Mary and Cindy and the other slaves.

Two months have passed since we departed from London. Nothing interesting has happened. I have

been doing basically the same things every day. I have woken up cold, served breakfast, been

blackmailed, looked over the ocean, cleaned Mr Moores room, helped people with questions, served

lunch, chatted with other servants, served dinner, face planted into numerous poles while making my

way to the cabins for bed, talking about our day between me Cindy and Mary, and I go to bed. But today

seemed different. The sound that I usually wake up to was different. Instead of chatter, I heard coughing

and wheezing. I open the door to find multiple slaves covered in red spots. I shut the door and informed

Mary and Cindy of my findings. “Wear this!” I informed. I passed them a pair of gloves and long pants and

shirts as well as a mask. “What's this for?” they asked. “Multiple people have measles, we don't want to

get infected,” I said. They agreed and put on the clothes I gave them. As we went outside you could hear

coughing a clenching coming from all directions. I passed by steerage to find it completely cornered off.

It was if they used it as a quarantine area. Three doctors passed us as we walked towards the kitchen.

A rat scrambled across the floor, scurrying towards the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with slaves ready

to take breakfast. There were fewer people than usual. We lined up to get Mr Moores food. When we got

to the desk we found that Mr Moore only ordered a loaf of bread. This was very unusual. When I gave

him his food he looked off he was white as a sheet. I walked away thinking about the sickness going

around.

Weeks have passed and the disease has spread to nearly 67% of the passengers. Bodies left steerage

carried by doctors. The dead were thrown overboard into the ocean. The bodies were left for the sharks

to eat. Eventually, Mary got sick. She was put into a cabin by herself. No contact was allowed. We

weren't even allowed to see her. Mr Moore decided to hide in his cabin. Keeping away from everyone. I

was also released from my duties. Mr Moore didn't want me to infect him. 40% of the original amount of

people in the boat died. Storm after storm, more people got sick, more bodies were thrown off the ship.

Mary eventually died. We were able to say goodbye before she was effortlessly thrown from the side of

the ship.

One week to New Zealand, I don't think I can take it much longer. The ship held 150 people, now it

carries at least 60. I walked along the deck with Cindy. We stood by the side of the ship looking over the

ocean. I could hear cries along the stern. A sudden splash silent the person who was crying. I turn

around to find Ezra standing by the edge of the boat. His eyes were red and puffy. Two doctors left with

an empty stretcher. I was about to approach the kid when the nurse came up to me. “Can you please be

the caregiver for this kid?”, “He has no family left, I saw you with him a few months back,” she said. “Of

course…” I replied. Ezra poked his head around the nurse's legs and ran to hug me. I hugged him for

what felt like ages. Night fell on us and we were instructed to go to our cabins. We just lay in the bed just

chatting, till eventually, we fell asleep.

One week has passed and we are on the coast of New Zealand. New smells of plants and soil filled my

nose. It looks so different than London. The lands were full of trees and paddocks. As we departed from

the boat we went straight to the market. “Wait,” Cindy said desperately. “I have nowhere to go” “May I

stay with you?” she looked down staring at the mud under her shoes. “Of course, you are always

welcome,” I said. She looked up, her eyes had sparkles in them, she looked so happy. “Come on let's

go,” I said as I held Ezra’s and Cindy's hand. As we got to the market we could see so much food.

Stalls stocked with potatoes and carrots, stalls with freshly caught fish and beef. So many colours filled

the stalls. Dark skinned men and woman walked around the market selling a variety of foods. I believe

they are Maori’s. People back in London would speak about them. I approached one of the people at

the stall. She had beautiful brown skin and curly black hair. “May I help you?” she asked. “Uh yes, we

are looking for a place to stay,” I said with a friendly smile. “Well you asked on a good day, I actually

have a hut near here,” she said. “Really, how much,” I asked. “How much what?” the kind woman said.

“Uh, money,” I said. “Oh please, you can stay there for free” “Although you could help me sell things at

my stall. You could get some a little bit of money” She said. “That would be lovely,” I said. The hut was

small but cosy. It was made with wood and flax weaved together for the roof. In the day time, I would

go and help Pania at her stall like I promised, selling freshly caught fish. Cindy and Ezra decided to

help as well. When we had our days off we would always go to the beach or explore the forest. I tried

to experience and learn about their culture as much as I could. New Zealand was a place to escape

the chaos back in London. Everyone here is so friendly, and there is so much space and opportunities

here. I believe Cindy, Ezra and I will be happy here.

THE END

The middle and end are a bit rushed.