Aroha.

 Aroha

Trees rustling, birds chirping, waves crashing. The sounds that Aroha hears while taking a walk through the forest. Her free spirit allows her to run with the howling wind. Aroha and her friends will be meeting up and venture the forest together.

Her friends have finally arrived, they spotted Aroha on a dry washed up log. It wasn't long until Aroha noticed them by hearing their voices getting louder and louder each second going towards her. They ran around in the forest and found themselves back at the spot they found Aroha at. The three sat down together on the same log and talked about happy times, slowly transitioning to the most nostalgic moments they have had in their lifetime.

"Let's get back to reality, shall we? "Aroha said, all three of them picked themselves up and admired the ocean. They talked about their future instead of the past, They pictured the equator as their mid-life and not being together anymore. They pictured the other side as death, they talked about what they'll all do before their last breath. Something about their future being optimistic, why can't that be realistic?

MopHead

This is a piece of writing in the form of a diary entry from the book 'Mophead' by Selina Tusitala Marsh

Dear Diary,

Let me tell you about the weird and interesting day I had, After school, Sarah and I had to stay in class as we were going to have some adult thing, ‘restorative justice’ ? I think that’s what it’s called. The reason we had to stay in class is because Sarah, let’s just say, is being mean to me. She has been calling me ‘MopHead’ because of my big hair which stands out a lot. So I decided to tie my hair and I got called ‘Fuzzy-Wuzzy’. I told our teacher, Mr. Grey about what’s going on as he has noticed pme hanging around alone looking unhappy during Morning Tea and Lunch. He got concerned so he rang both Sarah’s and my parents so we could settle it peacefully with adults involved. The last school bell rang and there I was in the classroom with Sarah waiting for our parents to arrive for the restorative justice meeting with Mr. Grey. After a long, awkward meeting, Sarah’s parents apologised to me and my parents for her actions in school, Sarah apologised as well and said that she will stop bullying me. After the meeting, we headed back home and I went straight into my room, I felt happier, I had freedom, that means I don’t have to worry at school anymore. I felt my hair down, pretended to be Diana Ross and sang loudly, My Mum was outside my bedroom door, happy that I was being myself again.