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Monday, 11 November 2019

Tuesday, 29 October 2019

Friday, 25 October 2019

This is the story of my life!

This is the story of my life!
This is the story of being part of a crazy but loyal family.
Being part of a crazy family like mine doesn’t
mean that they are fully crazy, they also show kindness. For example when I was at the shops and I got lost, I ran to my car and they were about to leave. They didn’t notice I was gone, but as soon as they had left they would’ve came back and searched for me.

My family is very supportive. When any of my family members or relatives have rugby games we are always there to support. When something goes wrong we help each other out (sometimes). During times when someone dies my dad and I go and support the family. They encourage people to stay strong.

A family like mine is very loud because of my little siblings. They shout, scream and cry. Everyone in my family has their own personality, some are hardworking and some are lazy (that’s me), but not all the time.

You may think my family abnormal but they are kind, loyal and encouraging.

Monday, 14 October 2019

Tuesday, 24 September 2019

The next chapter ( My version )

Waking up in the morning. Smoke in the air, bodies lying on the ground, houses and library bombed. Little bits of the paper fluttering in the air, everyone putting there hands up high catching them and holding them close to their chest, wondering what to do now…

Dad and I were at home, we heard about the bombing. We were both worried and afraid, hoping this was a joke. Hearing people cry and screaming for help while we pack our stuff. I felt scared because Dad was already sick and I feel this will be my last time with him. He was holding an iron box, a thick cloth and a book. He put the book in the box and wrapped the thick cloth around it. We fleed the village with the others as the bombers bombed every bit. Leaving broken houses, bodies and burning trees. 


We were walking for miles. Dad started coughing uncontrollably. Worried I grabbed water
out of my bag and gave it to him. We walked up to a near by village that wasn’t very
welcoming and mean. As day turned to night Dad sat down on the hard concrete floor,
holding his hand as tight as I could, he stuttered a few words I didn’t understand.
Surviving the cold, dreadful night was hard. I cried as my Dad closed his eye’s. People
gathered around each other to keep warm. Dad whispers in my ear “You can do this.” 
Sobbing all night until I fall asleep, knowing my father won’t wake up.

I buried my father near a tree. Everyone came together to help me. I had no more tears left to cry. My mind had gone through a lot. People were telling me to leave the box and some told me to bring it. I decided to leave my luggage and keep the box because the box is very special to me and my dad. As we walked over mountains and across rivers the box became heavier and heavier and my hands were growing weak. I deiced to leave the box under a linden tree. Leaving the box behind a single tear came down my face as I walked away with the other citizens.

It has been years since the bombing. I have now grew a bit older I could take care of myself. One day on my one week off I decided to visit the old linden tree hoping I will find the the box. I took the train to the village I used to live in. It was very clean, colorful and filled with trees and buildings, but before I walk around I decided to get the box first. As I walk to the tree I see a little girl, playing around the tree. I walked up to her and said “Hi my name is Peter, a long time ago I buried treasure here. Would you like to help me dig it up?” She said “yes” and grabbed a shovel.

We found the treasure it didn’t take long. The little girl said she had to go which left me all alone. I decide to go back to my old library and return the book. The Library was legendary, full of a lot of old painting and interesting books. I felt sad to leave the book but I thought it would have been what father wanted. I walked out of the library smiling seeing people grab the book and reading it. I will come back one day I thought. Going back home wondering what might happen next.