Cross country writing by Logan

Enthusiasm rushes thought my body as I see my mum tearing thought the crowd to cheer me on. A grin streches across my face as I see her hand, strech out to clasp mine. The only thing that is powering my sticks of jelly for legs is sheer determination. They are enraged with my goal. Sweat breaks the surface of my skin and sizzles across my boiling body. I listen to my beating heart, but all I can hear is the cheering of the crowd and my deep breathing. My pounding feet are killing me softly with pain and tiredness.

Harrys horrific cross countrie

Feet tensing, I feel my feet failing to carry on. I can hear my limbs crying to god. As I race around the  corner I can hear an enchantment of "Go Harry" My feet absorb the cheers as they crack the code of a rhythm it starts to feel like I have Sonic boots on. My feet know they are clawing down the track.

By Harry

These four people will be representing Hukanui school at interschools.
Toby Dodd, Harry Derry, Joshua Mclean and Jacob Smith

The Race by Conor

The Race

The sound of the wood smashing together turned everyones legs on to run 200 mph. Everyone was running like a cheetah, apart from me and the sloths at the back. Everyone was 1000 kilometres away from the me and the start. The wings of the fast people carried them to the footpath when we were lagging behind on the courts. "C'mon Conor,you can do this!" I ran and ran, catching up to the guys up ahead. I could see the sweat waterfalls on the other guys faces. I ran round the corner, past the office, and down the hill to see Mr. Fitness' happy face. All the other racers were cheering me on. I ran down the other hill to see the man behind the glasses, Russel. I was nearly finished my first lap when I got up to the muddy, slippery steps of glory, to see two teachers who were ready to mark my hand for the second lap.

Waves

You watch the waves go by at full speed.
You think about what bought you here.
You think about why you deserve to be here.
You watch the waves float by at half speed.
You know that you are deserving.
You watch the waves roll past.
You do deserve to be here.

BLAKE

The Salty Sea

The Salty sea laps at my feet.  It's waves crash down on the shore followed by more.  The sea is wonderous and holds many things.  Like fish and anemones. The sea is the sea and that's all it will be.
By Rumaysa

 

Descriptive writing - musical style!

The wondrous world of an instrument

As my nerves tense , fingers crawling across the object. They feel a round pancake shaped living soul of a musician. The fingers then got caught in a snowball fight on the edge of the world. Then my fingers turned into a team of ants chopping at a log of wood. It feels like my fingers are on a skateboard then they fall off and slide down the special cement. The zero shaped thing is shaken I notice a key whacking the shape like it is a nail. The hammer was trying to make a new instrument. Then a sound comes ringing to my ears it reminds me of my heart racing when the circus was attempting a death defying trick.

By Harry