Mavis - My Netbook Reflection

Throughout the year we  were educated under the influence of Manaiakalani and the technology provided by them known as "Netbooks" This week we were given the opportunity to thoroughly reflect over our time this years using our netbooks. 

I hope you gather an idea of what I do every day of every week while reading my individual reflection. 

Peace Poem

For the past few weeks we have been focusing on Peace this is my definite and confirmed peace poem

I hope you enjoy reading my story

            

Laughing out loud,

not caring if there’s a crowd

Laughing out loud

Hard to be quiet.

Maybe we should try it

Laughing out loud

Does it matter if its a special date.

Rolling On The Floor Laughing

laughing so hard

Our laughs heard afar

Rolling on the floor laughing

Is it just an expression?

Well I do it every day no confession

Rolling on the floor laughing,

because thats how we roll

wink !wink!

What is mine

will define.

That I want peace

sprouting between the trees.

Tic Tac Toe - Analysing

For Reading this week we analysed a text and we were each given a different part of the text to analyse. 

Mavis Peace Poem

In class throughout the week we wrote poems and created raps. As a group we made a rap called "If You Drink And Drive" a topic given to us by our teacher but influenced by the truth of the reckless results of drinking and driving. 

For my individual poem I wrote the poem below

NONE OF THE POEM BELOW WAS COPIED CREATED AND INSPIRED BY MY OWN MIND, IF THERE IS A POEM SIMILAR TO THIS 

In the breezes of the street

defining the term free

It’ll come to be

what we want is peace

In the path of the sun

lays what’s done.

The past’s craft

the futures draft.

While the blood is red

with the war creating dead.

people losing their heads

cannot rest on their beds.

Enjoy the hours,

the sun setting with the flowers.

As rain pours down

creating showers.

Fall and Die
leaving someone to cry

death never lies

so no one denies

don’t fear death

fear being alive.

but peace is what we realise

What is mine

will define.

That I want peace

sprouting between the trees.

Manaiakalani Movie Trailer

Click play to view the trailer of the movies our school have made for the Manaiakalani Film Festival this year. 

 

Manaiakalani Film Festival Trailer - Tamaki Primary School Movies from Tamaki Primary on Vimeo.

Narrative Practise - My Halloween Story

Ola! For writing this week me and other students my years had to write a narrative as practise for our assessment next week. I,along with other students discovered we all shared a desire to write a narrative based on the theme horror. Here is my story.

WARNING

IF YOU DO NOT ENJOY HEARING ABOUT GUTS OR REALLY SQUEAMISH THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. 

IF YOU LOVE GUTS AND EXPLODING BODY PARTS...DO CONTINUE.

Two girls fell into the depths of the dark water that lay waiting in the centre of the coal mine.Then as the eclipse dawned on the water. Two girls emerged...re-born.

Crawling out of her split open stomach, invading the ebony ground, gorged out poison infected by blood and spewing with maggots. They dig deeper into her flesh biting harder into the bone. Guts trickle out of the corner of her sewn mouth. Her chest wide open infused by the anguish of her revolting and grotesque death is pounding with dead centipedes flinching and crippling with vomit.She dips her finger into her chest and shoves it into the space big enough to fit it. She smears it around the inside of her mouth enjoying the taste.

She drives herself deeper into the heart of the coal mine vomiting and groaning.

“Muere’s here  Muere is starving”

Screams ripped through the coal, sending ancient bone rattling around the tunnels. Her eyes flicked around. Foot steps stumbled forward. Haunting screams of pain,disdain and disgust ruptured her decaying ears. Into the mouth of a girl. Digging deeper into her flesh, thirsty for more lay an Asesino Bug (killer bug) it lept up further and further. Tripping over exploded intestines,shrivelling kidneys,drained livers and a cracking heart the bug fell into the eye socket shoving the eyeball out as it made itself more visible to the dying eye as a bug drenched with blood.

Another child ran forward unaware of the dangers that would befall him. He yelped as he came upon the bodies.

“Oh mother of satan”

The two girls latched onto his scent chasing him through the tunnels wondering why their prey was running. Denahi threw his backpack down onto the ground he cried out

“Somebody help me!Please!”

At the tunnels up ahead he saw one of the tunnels were pitch black while the other was illuminated by the glory of light. It filtered through the tunnel and bursting with happiness. Autumn leaves lay crinkled down the path. Sounds of the wind running past the cracks whispered into his ears. Pulling him closer to the exit, closer to dreams.He slithered into the tunnel, the two girl were following behind him unaware that their hideous mutations were fading..fading into the dark.

He clambered up the whole he found up ahead he. Thinking he escaped horror he started slipping to a slower climbing pace. He felt something scratching at his legs. Finally that something had a grip on his leg. He turned down to find Muere and Ariana-Blue grinning foolishly. He heaved himself to the top  finally he felt the hard skin start to soften under the daylight. He turned around to see the girls that went missing 5 years ago at the age of 10. They were his sisters. They grinned from ear to ear and sighed in unison

“We do belong here”

Muere stated

"People called my Muere so I got a liking to it and adapted to it oh but seriously guys my name Nina"

Glossary

Muere - Death

Asesino - Killer

Ariana Blue & Nina my own characters

My Personal Goals

Hi its a new term,term 3 which means new tests and new personal goals. I set my goals out using goanimate I hope you enjoy viewing my goanimate animation and listening to my personal goals.

Its set at home where two students are talking about what happened during their day and their personal goals

There was an error uploading the animation so hopefully the link below will take you to the video:

http://goanimate.com/videos/0rxDxTKkgHrY?utm_source=linkshare

My Holiday Experience Descripion

During the holidays I took what I would describe as a rather interesting trip to me favourite food place. We were given the task of describing  something exciting that happened in our holidays and in my world getting food is exciting! I hope you enjoy reading my description.

Ice erupted in my spine poisoning my body with goosebumps infecting every inch of my body. My heart advanced to a pounding pace. Blood flooded my ears, clogging them and preventing any proper words crawling into my ear. The wind bit at my skin but the warmth of the sun overpowered this frigid bite. My stomach  was a pit of hunger, tempting me to scream.

My eyes flickered over the site in front of me. The charcoal black road,the lush green of the towering trees, the blinding strips of white dividing the cars from each other.The velvet coat of the seat, swinging around as the wind ran through it causing a disturbance in its perfectly fine condition. Then a wave of colours sprinted past as strangers strolled past.

Laughing,tapping and giggling crept into my ear chasing away the easy going swoosh of the car. The screech of another car coming up behind me scarred my ears. It haunted me, poking and teasing me as it hung around. It was followed by an impatient bark of a the man behind me. Anger hissed inside my head.

Spices hit my nose like a round house punch leaving me begging for another sniff. Then it was quickly covered with potatoes

My Perspective On Denis Glover's Poem "Drift"

For reading we had to reflect about a poem called Drift I came to realisation with my friends that it was probably more than about just a piece of wood

Drift by Denis Glover.

What are some features we can see in the poem? Use words and quotes from the poem to support your answer...

Apostrophe's

It rhymes e.g“A.A.B.B”

Punctuation

What is the author’s purpose of the poem?

Is to raise awareness that driftwoods are pieces of old log that travel around numerous places though they do not choose the path they are on because it is chosen for them by which way the wind is pointing or where the storm is headed.Sometimes you need to choose your own path instead of people directing and choosing for you where you go its not about how you do it its about where you are going

What are the key ideas in the poem?

Freedom and Choice because when you drift around you don’t really have any responsibility except for looking where you are going and why did you choose that as your destination

Why do you think these are the key ideas?

“May drive them to indifferent shore” I think it meant different places, hopes and dreams will make you open your and make you realise that there is more to life then the things right in front of you

How does the poem make you feel?

Happy because I love water and journeys especially when it means going places with friends because they support your decisions and ensure your safety at the same time you’ll be alert and making sure they are safe as well

Why does it make you feel this way?

The author of the poem wrote “Drifting aimlessly together” that means that no matter where you go your friend will always be there to catch, you can travel a million miles,a thousand KM but they’ll always be with you drifting together.

How does the image in the poem support the way the poem makes your feel?

In order to make it to some countries you've got to cross a few oceans and when you look down and see sea creature travelling around. You’ll also spot a driftwood drifting in the water going wherever the water, storm and wave takes them. They’ll be free.

Spelling Word For Week 2

We had spelling words given to us along with a task. I decided to my spelling words into sentences and try to make them interesting

Rhythm:

The rhythm advanced to a rapid base captivating the silence of the crowd sending them hurtling into a frenzy.

Bicycle:

The bicycle spun out of control swerving to the left the throwing the rider of into the creek.

Enunciation:

Enunciation became a difficult world for children to pronounce as the reached a new spelling level.

Statistics:

The statistics climbed to towering height as it became evident that the children in New Zealand were being influenced by adults eating junk food.

Cemetery :

Rumours haunted the cemetery  about ghosts tempting the people fold luring them to their deaths.

Onomatopoeia :

Onomatopoeia was something that slipped in unnoticed into story exciting the audience

Procession:

Procession was a word that the teacher had to explain to the class.

Pronunciation:

Pronunciation  was becoming difficult to spell even for the year 7’s

Resolvement :

Who knows what resolvement means?

Humanity:

Humanity was the whole human kind

Scrumptious

Them meal was absolutely scrumptious as we dined at the famous French place.

My Holiday Experience Descripion

During the holidays I took what I would describe as a rather interesting trip to me favourite food place. We were given the task of describing  something exciting that happened in our holidays and in my world getting food is exciting! I hope you enjoy reading my description.

Ice erupted in my spine poisoning my body with goosebumps infecting every inch of my body. My heart advanced to a pounding pace. Blood flooded my ears, clogging them and preventing any proper words crawling into my ear. The wind bit at my skin but the warmth of the sun overpowered this frigid bite. My stomach  was a pit of hunger, tempting me to scream. Desperation for food thundered through my stomach inspiring another wave of sadness to roll over me. The hairs on my neck crawled to a standing position as we drove further up.

My eyes flickered over the site in front of me. The charcoal black road,the lush green of the towering trees, the blinding strips of white dividing the cars from each other.The velvet coat of the seat, swinging around as the wind ran through it causing a disturbance in its perfectly fine condition. Then a wave of colours sprinted past as strangers strolled past waving,pointing and messaging each other. I rolled my eyes...I thought we ALL had lives to live...apparently not today. Dropping their wrappers carelessly into the open environment.

Laughing and tapping crept into my ear chasing away the easy going swoosh of the car. The screech of another car coming up behind me scarred my ears. It haunted me, poking and teasing me as it hung around. It was followed by an impatient bark of a the man behind me. Anger hissed inside my head. The pavement crunched under numerous shoes.Nike's,Puma's and there was the occasional pair of high heels. I absorbed the sounds savouring how naturally it belonged in Glenn Innes.

Spices hit my nose like a round house punch leaving me begging for another sniff. Then it was quickly smothered with fried potatoes, people sweating and even milkshakes. I caught a whiff of perfume. My sister just had to. The car smelt normal aside perfume but it was perfectly normal. The carpet smelt like you're average home carpet, the coated seats smelling like everyday seats.Oh well.

Then came the magical moment the lady handed over what we wanted. Our prize of the day. My sister's friend handed it over to the back. We gave our thanks and drove home satisfied of what we scored. We took it to the kitchen. I took a big,loud slurp savouring the flavour. I took a bite of chicken. My favourite types of chicken. Goodness. It tasted divine,sublime,beautiful it tasted like my favourite meal. KFC was a pleasant start to my afternoon

Prequel:stitched skies: stitched skies

I glanced out the sweating window,smothered with rain which flooded the town last night through a dangerous storm. As 9 year old curiosity got the best of me. Sprouting through my mask. With the sheriff as my Uncle  I had no choice but to mask my face. It took someone or something special to make me react.

Thunder rolled through the town. The small houses shivered,their light blinking to life. Candles seemed to rule the window sills as they flickered back and forth. A scream ripped through the town scarring every house with deaf ears. Glass shattered.

My Uncle jumped down the stairs leaping the stairs he shrieked at me
“Mavis someone's in danger!”
I replied straight faced “Like I don’t know, you always do you seem to make it first priority”
My Uncle  stopped in his place “ What do you mean?”
I replied my mask seemingly peeling off my face.
“You never spend time with me you’re always running off to save other people...I sometimes feel like I don’t even have a Uncle,it feels more that live with a sheriff.”I stuttered.
He kept on looking from the door to me
“Every since my dad died I’ve been staying with you he said you’d care for and look after me but you’re not doing any of that! You’re taking more care of the town more then your own blood! More then your own brothers daughter!”

His eyes welled up he ran outside. He ran to the house across the street. I climbed into bed. Thump. Thump. Thump. Suddenly CRASH!  My eyes erupted with fear as the blew open like a breeze. The most oddest thing appeared. Big....Red...Shoes.

Then out came a clown singing “hush  little prisoner don’t say a word  because your little screams won’t be heard, and if your heard we’ll make you cry at least its better then having you die” I gulped screaming .
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I roared
The clown giggled. A giggle burst from the depths of his hideosity  or was it a her?  Reality gripped me as they bound my hands and legs followed by my eyes. The ride was bumpy my heart was cradled by fear. A gut wrenching feeling spewed through me body which had already been infected with goosebumps. The ride came to a stop. A gloved hand yanked at my head. I was left in a room where sound was all I could hear. Or was it?...

Advertising Happiness - Be Happy

This week we were given the task of making a poster helps encourage people to stay happy. I came up with the quote "Stay Sweet And Smile High." Hopefully this encourages everyone to keep happy and think positive thought in the future.

Novel Study - A Tale Dark Grimm

Me and my buddy Faith were given the task to make a presentation about a novel we had to study. We were given the book "A Tale Dark and Grimm" 

My Zoo Trip Narrative

I was meaning to post this earlier on put something else popped up. This week I decided to edit my Zoo Trip Narrative and post it onto my blog. I hope you enjoy reading my Mystery.

Lost But Still To Be Found.

My thirsty eyes flickered with jealously poisoned with a hunger of attention and flooding with hatred. My claws scratching the ground. My mouth scarred with a frown. My heart was stone hard. Only once did it start beating. They started calling his name. Was my name ever called? It would never fit my taste. I laid lazily basking in the streams of light flowing through the cage. He was outside now . He looked drowsy as if someone drugged him. I shook away the thought but still a woman came in and she was not a worker at the zoo

“Hero!Hero!Hero!Hero!”

The zookeeper ordered Hero

“Play dead”

Thee feeder roamed around my cage. He smiled

“You will be the first I feed! I’m glad you are!”

I was confused earlier on someone had fed Hero. Just another crazy Idea

And indeed he did.

Deep in the heart of the crowd a venomous heart smirked. Her soul was to be watched never ever leave such a soul like that lurking around in the dark.

“Up and at it Hero!”

He didn’t move this intrigued me. I stood up pawing at the ground

“Up and at it Hero!”

I roared my mouth opening wider than I expected it to. A member from the crow ran up and felt Hero’s pulse.

She stood up. “He’s gone”

I fell.

The fallen had risen and the risen had fallen yet the scars were still burning. Dishonor came upon my family. We were considered outsiders because we were taken away. These humans I considered friends are absolutely revolting. Right then and there I swore upon the life and death of my brother that from afar I will sacrifice my life her to see who killed him.

My name is Zuraffa.

They started investigating but while the happened rumors sprouted slowly growing into fully mature lies which flowed around the Zoo. After years of mourning I started gathering evidence. There were 3 left but so far I couldn’t handle

Not a single candle burned with evidence of who did this until one day.

Two Zookeepers were mumbling outside my cage the first once whispered

“It has to be the the animal feeder!”Watching

“Why?”

“Check it. One Hero was fed before the show”

“And?”

“Two Hero looked like he could hardly walk after it?”

“So!?!? It could’ve been expired cat food?”

“No it wasn’t we checked the Best - By - Use date it expires next month she poisoned him lets tell the cops.

They walked away just as the another woman walked my fur raised at her voice something about her was wrong. I shook it off just the Zookeepers wife. I walked away. So did she instead she came my way. Her eyes wore the same expression I wore when Hero’s name was being called. She walked away slowly yet her eyes were still burning into my coat.

I couldn't figure out who

Cops and Animal RIghts zoomed past my cage running to a door which boldly stated Animal Feeder. They barged in then a few seconds later came bustling out dragging the Animal Feeder who was pleading her innocence.

One of the cops muttered “ Somethings not right here its not the feeder its”

That very cop ran away to inform the others.A satisfied laugh came from the corner of my cage. I turned around my heart beating.She chuckled mercilessly

“You don’t know me do you?”

I shook my furry head

She chuckled “ good  I prefer it that way don’t you ?”

My Goals For Term 3

Aloha! Today I'd love for to show you my reading goals so you can get a taste of what I hope to achieve at the end of this term so I can make way for new goals for next term. I hope my presentation inspires you to make some of your own and I hope you enjoy viewing my presentation

The Circus - Description

Hi, sorry for not posting constantly. Today in class we had to choose a photo to describe I chose a photo with elephants this picture is described by the instructor point of view ( my point of view.)

I hope you'll enjoy reading my story below:

Desperation was leaking from the audience. Pouring into the heart of magic. Reviving a spark in the roaming eyes of the elephants. Their eyes slightly drowning in the anxiety of hearing two simple words. This feeling is impossible to replace. Ice erupts in my spine triggering a hollow and deep pit in my stomach. Hoping my that I could turn away from the prying eyes.

Literally time freezes Drip...drop...drip..drop...drip...drop..drip...drop.My ears perk at the sound of tapping footstep suddenly followed by flip flop of a woman’s high heels. Her 10 carrot diamond earrings dancing echoing through a long midst of silence. Suddenly a haunting melody envelops me the music makes a quick firm grip onto my ears and as fast it appeared it vanished into the ghostly silence

The aftertaste of sweat is revolting especially when it slowly trickles into your mouth. My tastebuds whispering to me “Disgusting” I throw a peanut in mouth it was a million times more satisfying then a river of sweat. I swallowed my tongue was craving for more tasty food something better then sweat with a side of peanuts crawling down my throat.

Flickers of light poisoning the blank ground. Everything's a parade now. People are starting to get really comfortable but that's not all I can see the colourful lights are taking over the show. The crowd was still leaning forward. Their eyes perked. The mouth on the verge of opening up to scream. The elephants waiting patiently for my magic words

“NOW GO!”

“NO

My Favourite Book

This term we've been studying our favourite books and my favourite book was Sisters Of The Sword By Maya Snow. I hope you enjoy listening and viewing my animation.

I do apologise for how fast the characters are talking and  how long it takes for each character to talk It was a maximum of 10 dialogue so I tried fitting it in but I still hope you hear the characters clearly

sisters of the snow by mavis8js3nh8 on GoAnimate

Talk About Reading Goal

It's a new term which means new tests and new goals using this animation I stated my goals in a new way. I hope you enjoy viewing and listening to my characters talk about my goals

Talk About Reading Goals by mavis8js3nh8 on GoAnimate

Food Scraps Inquiry Presentation

For the past few weeks of this term, we have been learning about our given topics. My group was  given the topic 'food scraps' we gave interesting facts about how we could recycle food scraps effectively to assist our environment in becoming a better and child friendly area for the future generation following. I hope you enjoy reading our presentation which we presented to the class.

Steps Of Panic - Narrative Practise

This is a narrative story I wrote for our narrative practice. I felt like I could write myself as on of the characters that was experiencing one of her nightmares. I hop you enjoy reading my story.

Tears advanced towards the banks of my brown eyes flooding my sight with blindness. Sound effects echoed all around me haunting me. I glanced through the corn rows. My heart burned with desperation.I had to find them.Shadows Night had just opened and I was one of the fortunate people  people to snatch a ticket from the booth. Or not so fortunate by the sound of it.

12  O'clock at night, she’ll appear in your sight, her eyes are red crawling with maggots. Her teeth and claws are crooked and jagged. I panicked as I looked my eyes tinted with fear. My heart was pounding against my chest. My head was swirling with ideas to distract my light heart. I gave up.  I was dead. I yanked out my phone dialing Lome’s number automatically knowing Seka would be there

“Lome!Seka!”

The wind whistled as if my fears had suddenly lit up its heart. Lome replied screaming down the phone.

“ Mavee what is it this time?”  

I shouted over the howling wind

“Where are you!?”

Seka replied “ we’re eating Chips at Rainbows End you?”

Sarcasm lingered in my voice “ oh you know just the usual I’m just standing in the middle of  Carls Junior.”

Seka choked on her big mac “ Say what?? Weren’t you at Shadows Night?”

I rolled my eyes “Oh Nah.”

Lomes voice took over the phone.”Why’d you call us for?”

I moved around in the corn maze whimpering as cornt leafs slapped my arms.

“ Listen up I’m really annoyed ok? I clocked all the levels but -”  My heart was beating faster and faster faster and faster  and faster until ...empty words choked me .I was suddenly falling.  Ice erupted in my back, fright pricked me and confusion bit me. I was yanked to a stop someone had pulled me as I was falling. I scratched and scratched.

“Ehhh the sungas already angry we didn’t get here earlier!:

“Apiseka! Salome! Sweet Jesus you guys saved me!”

Apiseka stood under a hole which had sun beaming through it. She put her hand to her chest while the other patted my head.

“Oh thank you very much thank you thank you!” She repeated as if she was a worldwide entertainer.A man in a wrinkled long coat topped by a  crinkled top hat. He looked familiar. Its impossible I knew he worked here I just never knew tonight. I’m in big trouble.

“Livi what are you doing here? I spluttered

“Working. Does Aunty know your here?”  He asked smirking

My face remained blank as I looked away. He laughed out loud. His white teeth glistening. I suddenly clicked. He's going to snitch on me to my mum. He pulled out my 50 dollars he owed me and waved it in the air. I leapt up and started chasing it like a clueless puppy. Salome and Apiseka joined in the chase. Seka got tired, sat down and took a colossal bite out of her Fries. She threw her fries onto her bag . lept up beating us to the money.

Stitched Circus

The reason why I chose the stitched circus as a title will be explained in the story. I have  a huge fear of clowns and I decided to channel that fear into a story the brings out my imagination. Writing was part of our work this week and were were given a prompt the went like this:

It was the strangest thing I've ever seen. 

I hope you enjoy reading my story.

Curiosity erupted in my head, multiple sounds advanced towards my ears flooding the tips of my ears. The door creaked rocking back and forth on its rusty hinges.  The air contaminated with dust,dirt and a revolting toxic smell.  I waited,ice slithered up  my spine infecting it goosebumps poisoning my positive attitude with negativity.

Desperate to get out of the house I planted my foot onto the window sill. There was rotting hay below foot prints were printed into the hay. They led up to the exact window I was swinging my feet . Foot prints haunted me running faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster until it stopped. I glanced up. As if on cue hanging above me where shoes but no ordinary shoes red shoes. Suddenly old newspapers flooded into my head. New York Time: “ Circus Clowns Are Alleged Of Kidnapping! “ “L.A lounge: Red footprints stamped across a child's bed! But where is the child!”  

The man in the red shoes looked down at me. It wasn't..It was a ... it was...a boy! Not just any boy but the one who lived down the street from me. He stared me I stared at him. His brown eyes twinkled with delight. Somehow it was the strangest thing I ever seen. A boy in clown shoes!

“Are you here to help me? Mavee??Hello??”  Asked the boy with brown eyes.

“Listen up  shaneehh - “ I replied but the boy cut in

“Its shane silent h at the end!” Shane bubbled furiously

“and? Anyway what am we doing here?” I grinned confused climbing up to join him

“We’re gonna be clowns they’re gonna ...” He traveled off as a car which had TEEHEE written all over it popped up in the distance.I grabbed his collar lifting him up off the ground.

“What are they going to do to us Shane!?!?!?”

“They’re gonna make us continue on the clown legacy they’re gonna make us do idiotic tricks they’re gonna stitch our mouths their gonna paint our face!”

That was indeed what they did. For 3 years me and Shane stayed with the Clowns traveling around America. There was a new trick to be performed. All the other clowns would walk on a rope that me and Shane held while a net was held below. Thats it! I stopped stood up and ran to shane.I wrote on a  piece of paper:

Shane when they are all on the  rope on top of the net we’ll let go of the rope while the other kids who are holding the net up all jump onto the stand in the middle bringing the corners together trapping the clowns!

We high fived. We wrote this on a paper and sent it to the other kids. With pain I took away the stitches on my mouth trickling with small traces of blood perfect. Now the whole world will see what they have done to us to the children of America!  Darkness enveloped the whole town as our tent pitched up. The ringmaster announced

“Now time for our clowny act from the clowny clown clowns we bring to you the ropes!”

Me and all the other children had masks on the type you wear when you’re on a protest the ones that were white but had a devil’s moustaches on front you know what I mean. The clowns all  jumped up on the rope grinning hopelessly thinking they had won too bad.My eyes signalled Shane as I loosened my grip I  shouted over the noise

“Now!” We let go the clowns fell the children standing on a podium way above the crowd down below jumped to the main podium. The tied the corners together trapping the clowns just as I planned. We used our newly found acrobatic skill we all jumped down. The crowd was shocked. The other children stood in a pyramid shape with me at the top followed by Shane and some random kid.  The  4 th row stripped the masks from their faces their parents who were in the crowd stood up gasping,crying wailing that their child was found. Their mouths were sealed with anger the children showed the crowd their stitched lips. The 3rd row revealed themselves then the second then Shane and the kid and last but not least me I took of my mask revealing my face my lips still had blood trickling down my face scarred with scratches.

The town's sheriff stood up and screamed

“ They’re alive! Mavis is alive!My girl is alive!”

That's right the Sheriff is my dad. I ran into his arms crying happily all the other children followed I remember being the 9 year old who led the protest who won with the children. Those kids and I started a show where we travel but we smile and talk where we’re happy but we still go home.

We still have family