Elijah-Narrative Writing Term 4 2020
Monday 12th of october 2020
His object is a small mirror the endeavor crew took mirrors
And cook gave many to the maori on his visit.
I was the best looking mirror in James Cook's eyes. I was used to looking at pale faces and all of a sudden I was looking at brown maori men. In my days I was a small, tiny mirror just wishing he could grow into a bigger mirror. They found me in the sand next to the sea. I could see just sea waves moving. The sun was fading away. A young boy named Toa Otiriunu came along. He was the owner of me. He took care of me and suddenly he was doing a haka and he got shot from a cannon. It broke me. I fell down and I broke myself and I was missing for all those years but I was found by a man who picked me up from the ground and repaired me. I was brand new and I was put into an envelope in a box. I didn't know what year it was until I heard the man say 2020! I was mind blown. I was given to a school named saint pius x catholic school. The room was room 5. The only thing I saw was little kids grabbing me in line with other objects. The teacher started writing everyone and a kid used me for writing. His name was Elijah. He was a good friend. He took care of me and after I never got lost again.
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