Amisha Sadani 8CH

Prompt: Sandwich   Battery   Energetic   White   Hurried Drip. Drip. The ceiling spits down at me, disgusted. Mouldy floorboards creak under my stride, and wispy cobwebs cling onto my cheeks. A soft pattering fills my ears as I move closer and closer, squeaks and shuffles; the air filled with it’s curious cacophony. White. A flash by me in an instant, gone in a millisecond. Battery charged and energetic, a tiny menace hurried in it’s pace. An empty silence swallows the room, dragging it down into the depths of soundless doom. One step. Then another. Closer and closer still.... A mouse pops into view, teeth gnawing away at a stale sandwich .

Prompt: He waits. Shrouded by the folds of darkness that surround him, the chill of the early morning seeps through his robes, into his veins. He waits, as the groan of ancient redwoods fill the silent void, and branches bow low in it’s grandeur. A ghostly murmur carries over the treetops, afloat amongst the blue ocean above. Light spills through the slivers of the branches as he watches. A flicker, then a flame. A glowing orb of light sparks between his fingertips, as his hands play around its’ circumference, shaping and molding this beautiful menace, ‘till it launches itself into the sky.

Here is the link to my events in NZ history prezi for slide 4: Waka questions, Abel Tasman, James Cook and the British missionaries. https://prezi.com/view/kVymheBHifQSil6HKVhm/

Prompt: ...but where would we hide it all?... I scuttle through the streets, covered in grime from head to toe. A bundle in my arms bobs up and down with slight footfalls. Blood red and crisp in the night air, defiance rests in my shivering hands, juicy and sweet. How I long to take just one bite, to sink my teeth into it’s perfect skin. Street rats hurry behind me, innocent, helpless, silent and stealthy, unnoticed beneath the blanket of stars. But where would we hide it all? As we approach the decrepit building, a horrible feeling of guilt grabs hold of me, dragging me into the darkness.

Prompt: Shadows snatch at the light, tendrils lashing out into the cobbled street as they shuffle. Trailing feet behind their broken bodies, victims to the icy grip of death. Tinged blue against the endless night, their misted figures weave through the glowing streets, a wintry murmur in their wake. The glass in a shop window frosts over as the shadow’s tendrils reach out to claim it’s glow. One by one, the lights in the street flicker slowly, then die out as a swirling black mass surges above, devouring, consuming, thunderous roaring. All that’s left will forever remain; victims to the shadows.

Today we celebrated Southwell's 106th birthday for Founders Day 2017. It was a great day filled with heaps of fun and some funky line dancing! In the morning, we had a Founders Day chapel service where Bishop Helen-Ann gave an amazing inspirational speech. After morning tea, we had a short assembly in the Great Hall followed by gathering on the oval to have a party! To kick it off, each house participated in line dancing, with my house (Durham), dancing to Cotton Eye Joe. It was great fun, except for the worms which were everywhere! Yuck! Anyway, after the line dancing, we had a students vs teachers relay race, with the teachers taking it out in the end. Following the race, everyone linked up for GIANT school conga lines! After that, we released Southwell balloons into the world beyond to celebrate our school's 106th birthday! Later, we had performances from both rock bands during lunch on the oval. It was a great experience and definitely the best founders day I have

Prompt: flame, swimming, celebrated, white, tomorrow I lit my candle on that night. A lonely flame , swimming in the haze, radiating warmth. An outcast, apart from a sea of light. I sit alone, away from the mass of people swathed in a colourful array. White . Enveloping me, folds and creases holding me tight. Dirty. Purity stained with the grime of the streets, a rat, I sit hunched on the steps, arms wrapped around my bloodied knees. Floating, bobbing in the waves, an offering set out to the world beyond, a beacon in the dark. Tomorrow , this light will be celebrated . And I will light my candle.

Prompt: As the door slammed, I knew... As the door slammed, I knew there would be no going back. A shiver ran down my spine as I turned to take in the ceiling above me. A black night, smothering me, choking me, an endless void adorned with bone white shapes, hung like stars above. Skulls. Suddenly, a deep rumbling filled my ears, my chest, my lungs, and the room around me started to spin. Gasping for air, my knees gave into the ground beneath me, and I crumpled into it. My cheek pressed up against the cool marble, eyes wide open. Burning red, an inferno slicing through the darkness.

Sunrise, sunset. A breath of wind, has time gone by. Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours. Tick - tock. No time’s enough. To stop and smell the roses, an impossible feat. To listen. To just listen. To the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. To the roar of waves crashing against the shore. The ginger touch of morning frost settled on the lawn. To stand still, and embrace the sun’s warmth like an old friend. No. The clock keeps ticking, the world keeps spinning. We have no time, to appreciate.

Broken hearted, cold and alone. A brush across my collarbone. The slightest touch, a breath of air. Reminding me of why it's there. Of friendships lost and friendships found, both of us forever bound. By this small treasure, taking it's course, around the world, back and forth. A promise I will always keep, my anchor connecting you and me. Flecks of gold, glinting in the light, will guide me through the darkest night. Now it waits, by my side, waiting, waiting, for you to arrive. You gave it to me when I was a child, a gift, a promise... of friendship .... can you guess what it is?....

Here is the link to my elections work on prezi: https://prezi.com/view/ zdnTmpEQnvXOmZIA6X9O/  

Last night, Lance Hunder, a criminal escapee, was found dead in a swamp near his residence in Ohura. Hunder was located by Police at approximately 11:20 on Saturday the 14th of October. According to Police, it appears as though Hunder had tripped, or fallen into the swamp and drowned during the chase, due to an injury to his right leg. Police are currently investigating one of 3 men thought to have aided Hunder in his escape attempt. Hunder escaped from penitentiary jail on the same night as his death, and was suspected to have planned his escape months in advance.

I think that our group managed to produce two effective fitness training programmes for P.E in Term 3. The length of our programme was a bit short, but it was full of intense areas, but also a lot of essential recovery time in between. Our programmes definitely served their purpose, to enhance the skills and health/fitness levels of a netball player.

Skill Related Training AMISHA, NICOLE and BAHAAR Skills: Agility Balance Coordination Power Reaction Time Speed (teamwork) Sport: Netball Warm - up Exercise (Type) Number Intensity Time Jog x 2 (there and back) 16 seconds High Knees X 1 (there) 6 seconds Bum Flicks X 1(back) 6 seconds Side Steps X 1 12 seconds Conditioning Exercise (Type) Number Intensity Time Ski Jumps X 10 (one foot) 15 seconds Tracking X 2 (get to cone) Fast Feet/ sprint X 3 45 seconds Bounding X 1 8 seconds Ladder X 2 ( there and back) (normal then in out) Cool - down Exercise (Type) Number Intensity Time Walk X 1 8 seconds Lunges X 1 Sweep Up X1 Static Stretching Arms Legs Shoulders Back Till everyone finished Health Related Training AMISHA, NICOLE and BAHAAR Skills: Flexibility Cardio vascular endurance Muscular endurance

Prompt: My breath catches in my throat as I approach the site. Evidence spills out across the concrete, as a peculiar contraption lies shattered amongst it. A colourful disaster, a failed attempt. Curious, I edge closer. Fingers reach out to caress it’s smooth, reflective face. I feel a sharp edge dig into my gloves, and I wince, but continue. My feet carry me to the colourful array before me, and my knees give in to the ground. I cup it in my hands, turning it over and over in my palms. Turning away, I reach towards my toolkit and collect my evidence.

Prompt: So what lies ahead of.... I stride through the trees, leaves crunching under my uniformed boots, heart pounding. And freeze. I see her, staring at The Wall, towering above. Fists clenched, I watch, as she launches herself through the air, arms flailing. Her body clings to The Wall as she climbs. Up higher and higher. She waits, crouched low on the roof of The Wall. An eerie glow catches her face as she turns. Slowly, slowly. I feel her gaze fall upon me, like a burning knife slashing through the darkness. I watch, as she rises, jumps, then catapults herself into the night.

What consideration means to me: To me, consideration means being respectful, and considering, thinking about other people and their views and feelings. Things I can do to show consideration:  -  Say "good morning" and "hello" to people as they pass  -  Think about what I say and do, after considering the other side of the situation.  -  Holding the door open for people who are carrying things/ need help/ or just because it's nice.

Fingers flaking, the searing lips of the sun lean over, brushing, scorching. Brown. Brown like the bark of the willow. It's crumbling skin tumbling to the earth. Tongues arching, bending, gently caressing the landscape. A steady stream flowing, banks bursting, engulfing, threading it's way through the maze of grain. Rippling. They shuffle, one foot after the other, imprisoned by the chains of their suffering.

This afternoon, we had David Hill come and talk to us about his career. David Hill is an accomplished New Zealand author who has published many successful books in his time as a writer. He has been an author now for about 30 years, publishing books such as; See Ya Simon, Enemy Camp, Sinking, My Brother's War and First to the Top. Today, David talked to us about his career as an author, his backstory, his books and what they mean to him. I particularly enjoyed when he read us a short story he wrote about Valentine's day. It was hilarious! Afterwards, we asked him some questions. He explained how most of his books are based on things himself or others have experienced. For example; See Ya Simon is based on a time when his daughter's best friend died at a young age, in high school. I really enjoyed reading this book, as it is really heartfelt and emotional. Another example is; My Brother's War, which is based on his great uncle Fred - and his time in the war. At the en

Dust Shiver. He trembles. Small shoulders, up and down, up and down, the waves in an endless ocean. I hold him close, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him in. Shiver. I tremble, as the water sprays up, up into my face. Churning, churning. His pleading eyes, a constant reminder of my home. Lost - lost to dust. To dust and crumbling ruin. On the day my parents died, I sat. Absorbed in my favourite book - oblivious. A slow, soft whistling. Filling the air. Gasp. I sit bolt upright. A stricken face stares wide eyed at me in the window. An emerald glint. But over her shoulder, a white blob. Falling, falling. ‘ELIAS’! Darkness hits. Overpowering. Overwhelming. A void surrounding me, pushing in on me. Choking ... gasping... Eyes flutter open. Blinking. Once, twice, as the darkness fades. Elias, screaming my name, crying. But I don’t hear him. Instead, ringing. Resounding throughout me, a constant moan. His face, a portrait of blood. A river of tears cascading. Down, down