Kia Ora
This term we have been able to participate in a study with Auckland University. Only a few amounts of schools have been able to participate in this study and fortunately, Hornby High school have been able to have 2 classes participate in this, and I am in one of the classes that have been able to participate.
What we have been doing is working on our writing. So we have swapped our writing for T-Shaped literacy. We have been working on verbs, adverbs, metaphors etc, so we have been able to draw a character using our imagination. So I have made a pebble called Rock… I’ve been told that it’s actually a pretty interesting story so I hope you’ll think that as well if you would wish to read it. It is a pretty long story as it’s 5/6 paragraphs long but its actually pretty funny, so here it is.
It’s a little strange, isn’t it, that rock is a pebble? This pebble was raised at the Hakatere marae, so he only speaks Maori, although he can say things like “I eat apples,” which isn’t very much. Rock was supposedly born nearby in a river, but who knows since I don’t speak Maori well. Rock, who is 2 years and 6 months old, was born on a date that doesn’t exist: September 32… He appears like he might throw himself up and hit me in the eye, so let’s not question him about it. A young girl named Kaiarotaki found Rock and took him home because of his gorgeous orange hair. He was born with strangely coloured orange hair, Rocks can speak Maori, right? Usually no, but this pebble can. Little Miss Kaiarotaki has painted a rock, giving it eyes, a sun-yellow taped-on mouth, a white button nose, and drawn-on grey cow prints. To top it all off, the Rock has serious eyebags, which Kaiarotaki doesn’t remember painting on. We still don’t know if she tells the truth because she’s a small child, and what do kids their age do? A lot of them lie.
Rock thought hard about how he would ever leave this frightening household as he peeked out the window he thought will little Kaiarotaki ever be able to escape, he wondered to himself. She’s only five years old, so I wonder whether her parents also use her as a door stop. I don’t know why they do it to me. Personally, I believe that I may be the only pebble that serves as a door stop, which makes me wonder if I actually am a pebble. Am I a rock then? Or am I a big pebble or a small rock? It’s kind of strange, if you ask me, that I’m a pebble that can think in English but only speaks Maori. How will I get out of this house, Rock wondered to himself. Then he had an idea similar to how you see them in movies I can escape here by getting into a shoe! Rock did indeed say that he would attempt to flee by throwing himself into a shoe. He has no legs, so how is that possible? Rock is a stone, and pebbles don’t have brains. Right, I have to aim this perfectly with my nonexistent brain to fit inside this shoe, Rock thought to himself once more. Rock therefore correctly aimed himself and lifted himself off the shelf before landing on the floor. Well, Rock replied depressingly, “I completely missed it.
Kaia suddenly entered. How did Rock get down there? Without a doubt, she put him on her shelf. Kaia put him back on the shelf as a result, undoing everything Rock had accomplished. I guess it’s time to start over, thought Rock. Since Kaia was still in the room and was unaware that Rock is a talking, throwing organism, he tried to stop talking out loud while she was still in the room. After Kaia exited the room so Rock had the brilliant idea to attempt to fling himself off of the shelf again although he failed the first time he still failed the second time. What Rock didn’t know was that when he said “Ugh again” Kaia was standing right above him. As a normal 5-year-old would do when their pet Rock talked, She screamed and screamed, and screamed until her mother came into the room to see why she was screaming her lungs out. WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING? Kaia’s mum shouted over her. ROCK JUST TALKED. Shouted Kaia, again. Like the average reply, a mum would say, I think you’re just imagining things. MUM, I’M SURE I’M NOT IMAGINING THINGS I JUST SAW HIM MOVE AND SPEAK! Shouted Kaia louder than she had ever shouted OI STOP SHOUTING AT ME screamed Kaia’s mum Of course as a normal 5-year-old reaction, she broke out screaming and crying, then continued to run to her bed. On her way, she fell over and hit her head on the corner of the backboard. She then continues to look up at her mum then realize that her head was gushing out with blood she started wailing and crying again. Oh here we go, now we have to go to the hospital complained Kaia’s poor mum
On the way to the hospital, Kaia’s mum looked at how deep the cut was, it was shockingly deep
‘OW MUM THAT HURTS” cried, Kaia. I’m sorry my daughter, I have to keep the pressure on it to stop you from getting blood on my newly cleaned seats. Shakily said Kaia’s mum. While Rock was left at home he rolled onto the top of Kaia’s Sandal, like a typical sandal you can definitely see that there’s a pebble that you’re about to stand on. So Rock when inside her sneaker, which was definitely a better idea. So Rock waited, and waited, and waited. All up he only waited for approximately 20 minutes but that’s a long time for a Pebble. When Kaia and her mum finally Arrived at the hospital they actually weren’t very busy as they usually are, I guess not many people need to go to the hospital at 1 pm on a Thursday uttered Kaia’s mum. They got Kaia stitched up fast considering all the reasoning people were there were for absurd reasons Kaia complained that her head sounded like it was thumping like an elephant. Once they got home Kaia’s mum told her to get her shoes on so they can go to the pharmacy and get Ibuprofen for her thumping head. So Kaia proceeded to get her sneakers on. Rock thought in his head Oh my gosh this is really happening I’m getting out of here! Mum, I’ve got a pebble in my shoe Groaned Kaia. Take it out when you get outside Replyed Kaia’s mum. Once they exited, Kaia got the pebble from her shoe and chucked it into her garden she didn’t even bother to look at the pebble which was a miracle for Rock because if she saw him he wouldn’t have been able to escape from that horrid household.
Rock looked around, finally, I haven’t seen the outside world, for years, it’s so refreshing to finally be outside and back to my beloved home, the dirt. As Rock admired the fact he successfully escaped he rolled around in the dirt until he looked like a flat, fat, worm. As Rock looked up into the blue sky he saw a big bird – which wasn’t big at all it was a sparrow bird – that sparrow bird swooped down and ate Rock. As he was in the bird’s throat he could feel that the bird hadn’t eaten in days and probably didn’t realize he had just eaten a pebble. Later that day the bird died and Rock never managed to escape the bird as he had nothing to fling himself off of.
Thank you for reading my long story, and I hope you like it 🙂
-Sadie