Camp Camp CAMP!!!!

Tomorrow most of year 6 are going to kawau island.I am really looking forward to it.


Camp bentzon is the name of the campsite that we will be travelling to. We will have to be at school by 7:00 o’clock in the morning to aboard the bus from pt england school tho Sandspit. From Sandspit we will get on a fairy to the awesome Kawau island.



There are alot of cool things on kawau island (camp Bentzon). These are just a bit of the stuff,
rock climbing, swimming, abseiling, raft making, walking. And much much more.


I am especially looking forward to the confidence course. Because I am good at balancing and climbing.


I think a challenge for me will be not to frighten the birds with my beautiful looks.Although I do love animals.


I will be right smack on 7:00 to make sure i'm not late for the bus to the island.

Summer Camp

Summer

Summer is so nice

It makes me eat ice

Although its so hot

I love it alot

Perfect for the beach

= 1 ice-cream each




Camp


Fun times with friends

We go looking for dens

Up the trees

Lives a lot of bees

Down in the creek

Lives a seagull with a really long beak

Operation Flax

There are two new people moving in next door and they want to take out the flax. Because the flax are blocking the path on Mrs harpers property.

Freya and her Mum don't want the flax to go because mum makes kete out of the flax .Freya makes syrup which tui eat out of and that is a lovely to watch.


Freya and Mum try to persuade mrs harper to keep the flax by giving her presents. And it works. Mrs Harper has decided to put the flax at the back of her lawn so everyone wins.

My Triathlon

One day Room 17 did a triathlon . Tri meaning three and athlon meaning competition or an event. Everyone was looking forward to it. When we got there a man named mark explained what a triathlon was and the order which was. Swim bike and run.

On our one we didn't literally swim but he had a water slide. He sprayed everyone with a hose while they slid .

We ran into transition one, put on a helmet and started biking . As I biked  My calves burned I skidded around every corner. We did two laps of biking.

Running into t2 (Transition 2) I chucked my bike on the ground took off my helmet and started running.Sprinting towards the finish line I jumped and flew over the plastic string.

In the end I felt exhausted and very proud of myself.We all went back too class and did more work. I wish we could do it again.

The Bush

“Grab your crossbow son we are going hunting” exclaimed dad. “Where are we going?” I replied. “Just get in the car”. I’ve never liked going hunting so I didn't want to go but dad forced me.

He was acting weird while he watched the news this morning. Apparently there was a wave of deer running northwards up to a forest named fananga pu pu, meaning death trap in french. Nobody knew why these deer were running in a big pack up there but dad just took it as a good chance to hunt. I jumped in the car for a day I knew I wouldn’t forget.



We drove for hours through the hottest of desserts the coldest of mountains and the longest forests. I started to get a craving for food , “dad where is the lunch bag” “a good hunter doesn't need lunch” he said with a bad grin on his face I knew he had forgot it. “We are nearly there” I saw a sign reading “fananga pu pu two kilometres”.


We pulled into a driveway leading to a path. “Get out what are you waiting for your magic pumpkin to take you to your dance with cinderella”. Dad knows I hate his jokes.Dad told me to stay on the footpath many times.I never do though Without any warning I took of chasing one of the deer I ended up in the middle of nowhere I started to stress. I called out “help help” but there was no reply I checked my phone no signal.


Night had fallen I was nowhere to be found. I made myself comfortable and dozed off. I woke up untouched that morning dad would have sent a search party for me . I heard people shouting Isara Isara I felt so relieved that they had found me I shed a tear or two. Hugging dad I said “thank you thank you”.

P.E Shops

Messing around on my bike outside on a Monday morning I glared over to shops and noticed that there was nothing, I don't know why.  It was very quiet this morning almost too quiet. I cycled back to my house .  Mum was waiting in the car I jumped in, Isara where have you been she exclaimed I pretended I didn't hear because I knew I wasn't supposed to go any where near the shops. Although I never knew why.

That afternoon I checked the mail, the newspaper sat on top of all the others. The front page read shopkeeper dead at Pt England shops.

Grabbing my bike I cycled as fast as possible to the shops. EHHHH my wheels skidded about two metres along the footpath pulling to a stop in front of three policemen behind a yellow tape reading caution do not enter crime scene. There it was, the body of the shop owner with a knife directed right into the stomach. Blood dripped out as they carried the body into the ambulance.

The next day it was on the news that the investigators can not find the person who robbed and killed the shop owner.  Apparently they have all the latest technology for DNA and all this other stuff. They say it is near impossible that he could do this but we will carry on .

That night I did some research I realised every first monday of every month there was a reporting of a killing or a robbery . The month before this one there was a robbery at ohu ohu street then I dug deeper and another robbery at naana rd .

I sat and looked at it and it was going in alphabetical order.


Jumping on the computer I searched nearest dairy starting with Q and the first that popped up was Queen street. Thinking about what could happen all the rest of this month .I called 111 on the last day of the month (June) . I told them to get four armoured police to get on the site the next monday.


They hid in every corner of the shop. The owner wore bullet proof body armour and was armed with a gun. One of the policemen was behind the counter protecting the owner.


That afternoon at about five o’clock a man walked in with a black ski mask . All policemen in the building jumped up and pointed their gun at him, he raised his hands and the four men ran at him.  The first pulled of his mask he was a brown solid built man with a scar across his face.
They requested a police van to take him away to live the rest of his life in prison.


On that tuesday I looked at the paper this time the cover was robber in prison thanks to a local hero Isara. Mum saw it and threw a fit. Police came and rewarded me with a medal my mum felt very proud of me and then cried.