Forced into a Reality

 As she awakens from her nightmare, in desperate need for comfort, pushing from side to side repeatedly in an increasing amount of speed. After trying and trying, nothing works, she slowly starts to give into the dark side and its cruel fates. 

Days go by, as it carelessly drags Alma’s hopes and dreams along with it. Forever pleading for an escape-route that would never happen, until, “thump thump thump” the sounds of creaking floor steps approaching closer. Who could it be? Can they help me? Alma panics, what if it's a bigger toy? No! It can’t be. How can they be moving? Thoughts run through Alma’s wooden mind. She looks everywhere, left, right, up, down and even tries to look behind her, but there's nothing there. Creak…. furniture starts to go wild as the walls separate, a secret passage opens? Why in a toy shop? Some dolls have fallen on the ground, including Alma. Alma tries her best to get up but she's as heavy as a brick. All she could do is just close her eyes, and pray that she lives to see another day. 

The furniture stops, and the sound of soaking wet footsteps arrive inside the toy shop. The anonymous person steps closer and closer. She feels her body lifted as if it weren't as heavy as expected. “Welcome newcomer.” Alma slowly opens her eyes staring face to face with a man. His smirk as cold as the North Pole, his hair as black as a night sky and his eyes were hell itself. The man slowly walks over to the desktop, admiring all the imprisoned children in each-doll and places Alma right on top, “front row seat I suppose” he tries to joke around.

Silence fills the atmosphere, not even Alma’s jokes could enlighten this tedious day. “Clink clink clink” the sound she hears before snapping back into her new reality. Looking around for the noise, she notices each doll looking from side to side, as if they were directing her to notice something outside perhaps?

Alma stares into the distance, focusing on the only thing in front of her, the whiteboard, and there right in front of her was the words ‘he - p’ maybe someone was named ‘heap?’ Or ‘heop,’ or maybe “h e l p?” Of course! Alma finally understood all the warning signs that were right in front of her, if only she had known before. Her hopes grew much bigger for the next victim, but she still wondered who would’ve been able to write ‘h e l p’ but not finish the ‘L’ ?

She starts focusing more on her surroundings, but gets interrupted by the sound of odd crunching footsteps? They can't possibly be from inside. But maybe?

Machinery sounds grow louder and louder as a new doll arrives on top of the table Another child? Alma’s determination to save the child grew bigger and bigger by the second, the only problem was how was she going to intervene with the new soon-to-be trapped kid? While thinking of a plan she saw from the corner of her eye, the kid, she was as beautiful as ever, but about to be trapped forever.

The kid had already made it to the white board, with her chalk. Alma tried her best to scream out, or at least make an odd ‘clinking’ noise by looking left to right. Nothing worked, the kid was about to sign her own fate without even knowing it. But then.. a miracle happened, the girl paused and slowly lowered her arm, dropping the chalk. She turned behind, facing the shop, and smiled directly at Alma. Alma was surprised, the girl understood the warnings. The little girl gratefully skipped away from the white board, Alma sighed in relief, she forever will be known as a saviour to a child, but a prisoner to a bewitched toy maker.

Aroha Poem

She woke up feeling quite upset

Turning to her pillow seeing it soaking wet

In her reflection, she saw a broken soul

Even her heart was no longer a whole 

She gave a big smile, only for pretend

Watching friends laugh, knowing inside

“If only my happiness hadn't of died” 

A Few Seconds Later:

Aroha got up, she was on the run

away from happiness...including the sun

Alone in the forest, no one would understand 

Until she saw a girl, lend out her hand

The girl was just like Aroha, broken and in despair 

She advised Aroha, “In your darkest times... I’ll forever be there” 

Aroha understood that she wasn't alone

It was time to walk into the sunshine, let her true-self become shown 

Once again, Aroha was on the run 

Her new soul’s energy had only just begun 

Running with no care, away from her past 

Her spirit was revived, at last

As happy as can be, she stopped for a moment

She looked down and saw, her reflecting opponent 

But no longer was she sad nor was she depressed 

A smile came upon her face, and that smile by far would've been her best. 

Aroha, From despair to Relief

"Ever wonder why your parents give you such an unique name, when your such a broken human being?" no? guess it's just me.. as always

Although I was surrounded by friends & family, I still felt a gap in my dying heart. A few sad moments later I couldn't take it anymore, I got up & ran. No longer could I take the joy of others when I can't even take my own. I sat down cuddling my trembling legs. Thoughts came running round my mind "No one will ever understand my pain" 

Hours have passed as I fearfully run in an endless loop from thoughts that appear in my mind.
"You okay?" is  the word that I hear echo across the race track. I slowly look up, expecting it to be just a hallucination, but I was mistaken. I saw a complete stranger, lending her hand... to me???

After years of finding myself, I never would've thought that I'd find an actual being that's just like me. We both sat down on the sun-shining sand, sharing laughs & tears together. Having someone beside me made me realise, in dark moments you face. The only bright side you need is yourself. 

The Cloak of the Unknown.

Yesterday, for drama we began a study on Rapunzel. Instead of reading the story we had to design an article to 10 seconds drama around different artefacts associated with the Fairy tale. The artefacts consisted of: a black cape, bird nest/necklace, padlock, key and lastly a mini golden crown. Here is the article my group and I constructed around the artefact our group chose.

Letter to my friend

Treasure Box

It was a nice, sunny day, everyone was happy and cheerful. Next moment a
bomb came out of nowhere and hit the library. The enemy came out of their
hiding spots and ordered people to leave!

Everyone had done what the soldiers ordered. They packed their things. When

my father and I were about to leave, I turned to see him holding a box. I asked,
“Is there any rubies, silver or gold in that box?” He shook his head and said
“this is a book about our people, it's rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver
and greater than gold.”  I was surprised but amazed seeing that a book is more
special than all of those. He then asked me to promise to look after the book
with all my might, I said “yes.” Leaving the village was going to be difficult, most
of us have lived our whole lives here. While we slowly walked away I thought to
myself “where is mum? Where are my other relatives? Are they alive?
” thinking about it made me want to cry.

Everyone is tired and exhausted from walking and looking for a new village to stay in.

We spotted an old rusty shed and decided to rest in it. When everyone had gone to
sleep I slowly opened my eyes to see my father peacefully sitting there. I sat up and
ask my father if he was alright but all he says is “son promise me that you will look
after our history book” I say “yes” once again, and held his hand tight through the
dark night. 

Even though my father had a really serious illness. We still had  hope that he would live.

I guess that our hope wasn't enough. My fathers friends helped me bury him and even
wrote little notes for my father.  When it was time to go, the other villagers demanded
I leave the box. I did what they said but instead of leaving the box, I left my suitcase.
Once I placed my suitcase on the ground I decided to carry on alone.

I am really cold, tired, exhausted and upset because I have no one now and I won't be

able to carry the box over the mountains.  I spotted a tall linden tree. I decided to bury
the treasure box with the book inside right next to the linden tree. It will be easy to
remember where it will be because linden trees are landmarks and if someone were to
try and burn the tree it would still be alive, because of how  it's older than anyone else.

I now have grown older and that means that I can finally visit my old village.  When I

arrived everything wasn't old, or burnt instead everything was new even the library! 
After exploring the new village I then spotted the Linden tree! I also spotted a little
house next to it and a little girl beside the tree. I decided to go and greet her myself. 
The little girl didn't seem to be scared she was just happy. I asked her if she wanted to
help me retrieve the treasure buried next to the tree, she said “yes.” After a few
minutes of digging we finally got the treasure back and the little girl asked with curiosity
“will there be any rubies, silver, gold?” I shook my head and said “ inside is a book about
our people, it's rarer than rubies, more splendid than silver and greater than gold.” 
The little girl seemed to be confused so I read the book to her. She was really interested
in all the pictures of the old village and the people. But there was one picture that caught
her eye, it was a picture of my father and my mother and me as a baby.  

It was now time for me to leave. I waved goodbye to the little girl and headed to the

library. When I walked into the library everything was even more amazing than the
outside! I walked around the library admiring all the new books that were placed
everywhere! Soon I saw an empty spot on one of the book shelves. I decided to place
the book in the empty spot and walk out of the library hoping that someone will read
the book one day.  While I walked away from the library I then remembered about
the picture with my mother in it. I now have decided to go and travel the world to
find her while always visiting my father's grave.