The Bottom of the Stairs

 The Bottom of the Stairs

Catherine had never been afraid of the dark. To her, the dark night was where adventures happened, where ogres fought each other in the forest, and where dragons  flew  through  the  blackened  sky.  She  had  never  been  afraid  of  the  dark before,  so  why  should  she  start  being  afraid  now?

Catherine  trod  carefully,  the  air  was  becoming  warm  and  wet  as  she  descended into  the  basement.  She  arrived  at  the  bottom  of  the  stairs  and  a  long,  tiled  corridor stretched  out  before  her.  At  the  end  of  the  corridor  was  a  door  with  a  deep  red  glow shining  through.  “The  dragon,”  she  said  to  herself,  and  crept  towards  the  door.

After she crept towards the door, Then BANG!!.. The door shut on her and she couldn’t see anything, cause it was hours of night. She panicked and her heart was racing above her chest. She tried to open the door but then realized it was locked. Catherine tried to find an item to help her see properly. While finding an item she found a lighter, stick, and a cloth. She quickly tried to make a torch after she was making a torch she was now done. SHe lights her way through the basement. When Catherine was walking she heard noises coming through the background and ran as fast as she could. While she was running she tripped on something and slowly looked down and it was a person's bone. She screamed “AHHH” and kept running. She stopped at a room where no one would find her. She rested there. She heard noises from under the bed. Catherine quickly got up and grabbed a stick which she found near the bed. She slowly crept towards the bed and the mysterious creature came out of the bed. Catherine was getting ready to hit whoever was under the bed. The mysterious creature popped out of the bed. Catherine stared at it funny. It was a small creature named Casper. She wondered why the creature never attacked her. Then she thought the creature was innocent. She picked up casper and Casper hugged her. Catherine thinks that casper is cute so she decided to walk with casper. She put down casper and casper led Catherine to something. Catherine thought in her head “Where is he taking me?'' It leads them to a mysterious cave where no one has ever heard of it before. While they were walking Casper led Cathrine into a small door in the cave. When Catherine enters inside the small door, SHE COULDN’T BELIEVE HER EYES!!... She saw dragons flying around and the place was called the Marketplace.

Should we learn how to Speak Te Reo or No?

Dear Jacinda Ardern,

 The prime minister of New Zealand I will humbly disagree your opinion that we should learn how to speak Te Reo. The reason why we shouldn't learn to speak te reo is because if we say something from their language we might say diffrent words that can make people sad or we say cuss words and they will think of us rude. Another reason why we shouldn't learn te reo Maori is because if we learn too much te reo. We might forget our country, or our identity and probally forget our parents (Maybe). To all the maori people I am truly sorry but I think we should learn te reo maori.

in conclusion, I think we shouldn't learn te reo maori.

By Tevini

We shouldn't learn te reo

Violet Walrond

Hello and welcome blogger.

 Today I am gonna talk about Violet Walrond. If you don't know who she was?

She was New Zealand's first female Olympic athlete and at 15 years 178 days, the youngest swimming competitor at the 1920 Olympics. Walrond competed in two events at the Olympics. Did you know violet was just fourteen when she was selected for the team and not surprisingly, she had no idea of what olympics would be like. she was used to being coach by her father and competing in local. But sadly she died in the age of 91 17 december 1996. Can you beleive that she was still on her nineties before she died.

New Zealand Protest

 Malo e lelei My name is Tevini and I am 10 years old. Today I am going to talk about the New Zealand Protests. what we have been learing about is very intresting. Marching and waving is a good way of protesting. in 1975 at 79 years old, whina cooper created a Maori protest called a haikoi which (a walk) copper was a great Maori kuia who founded the Maori woman's welfare league.

The Bastion Point

in 1840 Ngati Whatua iwi gave government, 1,200 hectares to bulid the capital of auckland. The iwi thought they would get their land back but it was no longer needed. sadly by the 1850s, most of the ngati whatua land in auckland has been stolen, well they thought it was been stolen but it was NOT the Maori gave it to them and wanted back the pieces the were not using.