Homelinks Week 4

Homelinks Week 6

This week for homelinks I decided to write a reflection on the netball tournament that we went to on Tuesday.

On Tuesday our class (Ruma J) participated in a school netball tournament in Greymouth. The weather was quite nice, not too windy or rainy but the courts were a bit wet.We were all very excited to play because we had been training and many of us had not played netball before. The first game we played was against a Grey Main school team. We didn’t play too well in our first game but after that we played really good. As the day went on we got better. I think our best game was probably one of our last few games. Overall it was really a enjoyable day for everyone. We all played really good, as a team and individually.

Homelinks Week 5

This week for homelinks I decided to do a quick write. Here is my story that I wrote with the sentence starter: "I thought you accidentally sliced your hand open."
"I did."
"Then why aren't you bleeding... at all?"

“I thought you said you accidentally sliced your hand open.”

“I did.”

“Then why aren’t you bleeding… at all?” A daunting expression comes across my friend’s face as she realised the truth.

I thought I could trust her, but I guess I was wrong. My mother always said “no one could be trusted” I never believed her but now I wish I had.

From that day forward no one spoke directly to me. I guess she spread my secret… I can’t believe I trusted her. The pain of betrayal is more severe than I ever imagined. It hurt more than any wound ever would. I feel like I’ve been torn apart in every way possible, inside and out.

I need to get away from here, away from them and all the pain; where can I go? This is the only place I have ever called home, I don’t think it even classifies as a home but to me it’s all I could ever ask for and more. I have no clue as to how i’m going to leave…

As I pack my belongings, too many memories crash in my brain and i’m left in a mess on the floor. I stay like this for what seems like hours, but is only minutes, as I try to sort my emotions out. They remain unsorted, I remain a mess and the pain is worse than before. I remember who I was before and who I am now. I remember my mother finding me. I remember my ‘Dad’, I remember all the good times. I remember the bad. The tears don’t stop flowing.

I hear a knock at the door and in steps my Mum. I dry my tears with the closest thing I can find, a blanket that was once loved and cared for but is now left lying around. I steady myself enough to stand up and walk over to the door, I reach around to hug her but she disappears.

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Home links week 3-4

For home links this week I decided to make a word cloud on all the different ways to say hello in all the languages on google translate. It links to school because we do word of the week.