Dear Diary,

 

Dad and I had arrived on a boat to the sound of beggars, and children screeching to get on the boat.Their irritating screaming had made my eardrums burst, like it was wanting to explode. The dusty foggy smoke from the engine boat invaded my nostrils. I sat there helpless, having the urge to cry. I felt such comfort beside my Beloved Dad, while I was afraid, he made me feel so SAFE! I could feel the rain and wind getting stronger as the ocean water ran into my burning eyes. The sound of police sirens gave me flashbacks of my past. I tremble with fear.

 

We finally arrived at our destination. With no home and no place to stay but the damp streets. There was nothing in my stomach but a thought of starvation and hunger. No food or shelter for my Dad. We only looked at the food we passed that had made my mouth invaded with water. My Dad and I gazed while hungry. I looked at my Dad, upset and pulling a sad face and sighed. We went for a little walk around such a warm, vibe town and the only thing we had was my Dad’s yellow umbrella that he carries everywhere for him and my safety.

 

Dad and I continued to walk. I would occasionally skip happily along with him, until we stepped on a front porch that I have never seen in my life. Dads happiness changed quickly, like a wave of emotions rained down on him. He knelt and looked at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I stood, confused. What was happening? Getting up, he took his yellow scarf and wrapped it around my neck. Sighing he looked at me one last time before walking off, leaving me behind, devastated. He kept looking back at me with a guilty face. Will he come back for me one day?

Alma,

I’m happily skipping through a dead empty alleyway on this snowy wintry day. I take a glance around dodging house after house, noticing old, yellow, missing people posters hanging all around. I continue to skip and jump until I come across a blackboard with children’s names all over. I get distracted for a second as I glance onto a blank, empty space in the middle, just right for me to insert my name.

 

I picked up the chalk that was laying on the snow and add my name. While the chalk on the board makes a loud squeaky sound. I take a step back inspecting my name and drop the chalk back onto the snow. I smile and hear a rusty old noise. Looking back curiously I see a doll staring inside a shop window. The doll looks exactly like me. Approaching the window I wipe it with my mittens to get a clear view. I see the doll, staring deeply into the houses behind me. My face is shocked and confused. I looked down at my clothes and look up again at the doll. We are wearing the same thing. I continue looking and searching, peaking through the door and window seeing nothing but the doll still looking outside staring deadly into my soul.

 

I attempt to open the door, while heavily breathing. Snow crunches beneath my feet.  I continue  to try but still can’t get the door open. I stomp away with anger sliding my hands along the wall furiously looking down. I take a few steps away from the door and hear a squeaking noise behind me. I look back with excitement and run as the door opens.

 

I enter into the doll shop, seeing dolls all over the place. I look back to the door and it shuts right behind me. I see the doll, the one that looks exactly like me. I reach up to get a glance of it but get distracted by another wooden doll, on its bike, pedalling furiously. I bend over to pick up the doll and place it where it was. I look back to the table and my doll is nowhere to be found! I look under the table, on the table and in the same places I already checked. I look up and on top of the shelf is the doll. How strange it was that it keeps moving. I approach the old yellowish velvet couch and start climbing it while the shelf keeps  wobbling and shaking. I am halfway up and stop, excitedly taking off my mitten with my teeth. I am almost there and now I have a  chance to touch the doll.

 

I reach up and touched the doll’s nose and for some reason I get transferred into the doll’s body and blacked out. I see photos of unclothed babies. I am shocked and confused. My view is like a fish lens. I don’t know if I am  sad or angry anymore but all I know is I fell for this trap and am probably going to be here forever. I hear clicking sounds and notice all the other dolls surrounding me are moving their eyes, side to side. I looked up, down and to the side seeing doll after doll surrounding me. I look up to the window and see another doll coming up. ANOTHER DOLL RISES AGAIN. They have red hair and a red dress too… (Could it be the next victim?)

Boyan Slat is the CEO and the inventor of the ocean cleanup to. This is in an effort to clean up the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. When Boyan Slat was 16 he realised there was so much plastic in the ocean. He wanted to use huge floating booms to stop rubbish from getting into the ocean,so in 2012 he presented his work at a TEDx conference and his work started to go viral and his work started sharing all around world.After a lot of research Boyan slat’s project started in 2013.

Jesus spoke to the people once again and he said “I am the light of the world.Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness,but will have the light of life.”John 8:12

For Lent im going to stop going on my devices and spend time with my family and friends

On Holy Thursday, Room 8 had a very big day. We had to re-create what Jesus did for us and what he was going through. This special day was Stations of the Cross. As a class we had 7 roles altogether including, Jesus, Mary, Soldiers, Pontius Pilate, Veronica, Women of Jerusalem, and Simon. Everyone got a special role and I was one of the Women of Jerselam along with 5 other girls. 

 

We were all in our costumes and lining up as school came out to  watch us. I was so nervous. The first time I was doing a play in front of the school. The First Station … Jesus is condemned to death for loving and caring about others.

 

The soldiers gave Jesus a heavy cross to carry onto the hill. Jesus never wanted to be in this situation but he knew he wanted to do this for us and our sins. 

 

Jesus was nailed to the cross, he died and rose again after 3 days.

 

Jesus died for us so we can live eternal life.

 

 

Suzanne Aubert

Suzanne Aubert is known as a Religious Sister. Suzanne Aubert was born on 19 of June 1835.When Suzanne was 23-25, her parents had accepted her to become a nun. She sailed to New Zealand to work as a Missionary. 

 

She taught herself Te reo Maori and worked with Maori Sisters. In 1860, while living in the Hawkes Bay she helped young Maori girls teaching them to read and write. 

 

On Christmas day, 1885, Suzanne Aubert gave a burnt down Church $1000 to be restored.

 

In Wellington, 1907, Suzanne Aubert helped the people suffering from sickness and in need of money. Suzanne created and established a Religious order ;The Daughters of Our Lady of our Compassion.  `

 

Suzanne Aubert died at 91 years old in Wellington in the presence of her sisters.

In December 2016, Pope Francis declared the founder of the Sisters of Compassion Suzanne Aubert ‘Venerable’. This means she is on her way to being canonised as a Saint.