Laura+T

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Reflection on Term 3 Ski Trip 2010.

1. What were your expectations of skiing before the trip?

A. u\Um I didn't really have any expectations except that it would be fun and challenging.

2.What were your two worst fears explain and how did you overcome these.

A. My worst fear was going over the edge or breaking a limb I overcame these by being careful and watching where I ski and making sure I knew where I was heading first.

3.What was your greatest achievement?

A. Coming out without any broken limbs

4. What advice would you give to someone who is about ski for the first time? Explain some new techniques you learned from skiing

A. Be careful and watch where you ski and mostly if your not really a strong skier than have a lesson first.

MY STORIES

**Earth quake disaster** ===** The earth began to tremble it was huge this time I ran to my mum and I looked for any where to hide from this mess the floor started to move in ways that I could never imagine my mum was running under cover and calling my name I tried to grap onto my dog and caught him I hid and watched as my belongings were smashed as well as my hopes. Suddenly it stopped I turned to see my mothers tear struck face shining it put hope in my cracked heart and than it started again worse everything fell the photo frames the vases and worst of all the roof began to cave in I ran and ducked under the table holding my dog and the table my mum was under the table next to me in the lounge I could hear her calling my name but I was too frightened to reply and than it struck the worst of the worst the after shock everything crashed while I could only wait and watch it was like being in a night mare everything you care about being smashed infront of you while you can only wait and wait while everything it being destroyed in a disaster. ** === ===** And then it stopped and I looked out my whole body shaking My Mum was still calling my name I looked around all I saw was dust dust that had swallowed my home my heart and my hope I crawled into the open arms of my mum and we wondered out every where was horrible our friends houses were caved in. we were not the only ones in the street of christchurch everyone who had survived was there crying and holding their family close like they were afraid to lose them again. I held my mum close not wanting to lose her I now know the feeling of sorrow and sadness and loss. We never ever want to go through that again. ** ===

** Darkest pain of the darkest soul **
===** The waves seem to darken as I stepped onto the beach. The rocks cast a dark dreamy texture over the whole beach. I turned to make sure I was not being followed my mum's shouts had came down like blows on my father. ** ===

===** I sat down on the wavy grass and the tears come my whole live I had tried to make every one happy while I hide in the shadows and hope someone gives me a reason to smile a real smile not a fake unreal smile. ** === ===** I glance over at the threatening waves and wanted to become a wave no worries only having to slip in and out of the shore. ** ===

===** I shook off my t shirt off and underneath were my togs and walked slowly over to the waves even though they looked mean and aggressive they were soft on the inside like me. ** === ===** I let the water cover me waist high while I was in the water I heard a car door slam and car engine start I went deeper about neck high then twisted on to my back and just floated staring at the grey clouds that floated by I started to remember when I was a kid and every one tried their hardest to get on. I remember mum's wedding the way dad held her made you think they would last forever but they didn't no one does. Tears sprung to my eyes when I suddenly thought that my dad was not coming back I swum to the boi and back and saw my mum crying on the step of our house she was wearing one of dad's old tops. I felt happy to have a little to myself to be happy for once in my life and just to be alone with myself I walked to myself to my house and into the my mums arms I cried and than we walked inside about an hour later we heard an engine outside and dad walked through the door he looked like he had been hiding the red rims around his eyes explain why my mum ran into his arms he looked at me as I slowly walked towards him " I'm sorry" he whispered and we hugged but every now and than I go back to the beach and wish for once that every one had free time like me. ** ===

===** I spun around as I heard footsteps on the pavement "huh" I whispered as I turned I started into a light jog and then a sprint home I ran in the door and up to my room and turned and locked the door. I should not have spend so much time at the library and now the clock just flicked 9:36 "oh crap" I mumbled I had left my hair dryer on I flicked it off. I went over to pull my curtains and saw a dark figure just standing there an unmoving shadow watching my every move it sent a shiver of coldness like a blade of a cold steel knife all over my body.The way he just stood their and then a car door slammed I turned and then quickly turned back he was gone nothing left but empty air, lonely cold air. I shivered and turned and headed for bed I got changed and turned the light out and as they went out I did not see that i was not the only one in my room a shadow staring at me as my body twisted and turned in the sleep "soon" it whispered in a voice that barely had a sound and with that he slinked back to wait in the shadows of darkness and their he waited and he is still waiting their for her to wake and be his key for revenge in this world of light ** ===

===** ﻿ As I walked through the twisting and horrible graves the thought that these people once walked the earth and have been put to rest by the earth or by fate. Fate the one thing that keeps us apart Fate rips family's apart one by one taking them leaving the rest feeling sorrow for the one lost. Their is no thing as luck or bad luck everything is done by fate Nor is their any such thing as good news or bad news it is just news. But as I look through the names on the graves as I pass by Mary Kelly 1993 - 1998, Tom burring 1898 - 1992. All these people gone and yet we wonder in their footsteps just as they wondered in the footsteps of their mum's or dad's and all the while we have no idea that this might happen to us. We could get hit walking on the road at anytime and yet we still feel as if no thing can touch us we are weird creatures and we think everything is ours for the taking we put other living things in cages so we may laugh at them and make us feel good but what if we were in these cages and they were laughing at us would we feel happy. No? well I would not be feeling at my best either. It would make us feel small defenseless. And as I walked through the tombstones I thought we need to take life by shoulders and live it and be kind to others and make our life's last as long as we can. At last I found the stone I was looking for Jone mary 2001 - 2007. My name is sue mary and the stone I was looking at was my mothers and as everyone else I will be following in her footsteps. ** ===

**// ﻿ FREEDOM //**
===** "Normally I'd keep quiet but maybe it's time to tell. It was 1991 i'm nine me and my parents are hiding. We can hear the stomping of solider's outside. My father lay on the floor wounded my mother leaning over him. My mother looked up her tearstained face gleamed even in the palest moon light I myself felt her grief " get down harry" she whispered I obeyed. Out side we could hear solider's shooting at us and our solider's fighting back as much as they could the terror was the only thing that stopped me from screaming and giving our hiding place away. My father groaned and turned his head to stare in my mother topaz eyes she bowed her head and started praying her and my father closed their eyes silence stilled the room my mother finished the prayer and opened her eyes my father never opened his eyes. I sometimes go to his grave often and tell him that everything is all right I survived and next to his grave is my mothers and I talk to her often too. My name is Harry Walker I am ninety seven and I survived world war one. ** ===

===** He stood their his dark eyes watching me I felt his heart beating even though the tress covered it.He was like a puppet only moving when his master pulled the strings. Something glistened in his hand something sharp and mean. My eyes only ever left his as I looked down upon the horrible thing that shows no mercy as it takes lives one by one. I looked into the evil eyes and saw nothing for evil had covered all the mercy and love he looked like was going to strike me even though I stand behind the safety of the glass window. He showed no movement to even try to get me and even though I could hear his unfaithful heart beat it still scared me to know that their was something in him that longed for me and yet I seemed able to refuse. He glared though me as if he had some sort of X-ray vision he never blinked.The back door slammed I turned for all but a minute and when I turned back he was gone leaving nothing but all I saw was red eyes fading into the distance of the forest which surrounded my home and hope. ** ===

** Hope in waves **
===** ﻿I walked along the sandy beach and looked out towards the open and wild waves I sat on the reeds and watched as the waves came in and out of shore. My topaz eyes flickered to the cliffs where the waves seemed to try to escape up onto the rocky shore. I went up to the hightest point and watched as my breath formed and faded in the air. I backed up and ran as fast as my legs could carry me and then the ground came to air and I dived my twisted and turned as I headed down the water coming quickly and suddenly it hit me the water crashed against my face, water covered my body the coldest numbed me and yet I still go their back to where I sat and I dive the exact place and always remember that I was never alone even in the times when I wanted to be. ** ===

** happiness in sorrow **
===<span style="font-size: 1.1em; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px;">** ﻿She sat on the beach her breath forming and fading in the freezing air. Her topaz eyes watching the waves trying to escape but failing as the water hand never griped anything. Her black hair blew over her ears making a wispy sound. As the cold air made another lunge to blow her away she tighten her cardigan around her white shoulders. It was the wrong day to wear pale skinny jeans. The formed as if they had formed a war with the ocean. Her parents were out with a cheap sales guy that wanted to sell our house she refused to accompany them at any cost. Her mum Lily had fallen in love with Peter ( my father) for his passion not for his good choice at sales people. Normally she would and sit on the old creaky garden swing but lately she found it scary, unnatural. Maybe it was the peeling paint or maybe it was the creepy old caretaker that lurked around the grounds mumbling to himself he carries around a polished rake that he would swing at trespassers if they came to close. Their was also his wife who made horrible chocolate chip cookies that you would be lucky not to lose a tooth when you took a bite. She got up and started home and just ducked when a polished rake came flying over the fence along with a few insults. All she thought was I will soon be awake soon and this will all disappear. ** ===