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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)