As I crept slowly behind the rim of the other side of the dark tunnel I turned my head clockwise to see nothing but pitch black. I put my hand inside of the tunnel as if I was going to grab something from the high shelves in the store. Cobwebs and baby spiders was what I pulled out as I pulled my hand closer to myself as if I was holding a newborn baby. I heard noises coming from the other end of the tunnel. I wanted nothing more but to see what was on the other side of the dark tunnel like a baby when it's hungry and it see its bottle. Goosebumps race across my body as I feel a wind, as if someone was breathing on me. I crept into the tunnel as slowly and as carefully as I could without making a noise. I gripped the rim of the other side of the dark tunnel. It had lead me to a dark forest with trees and fog in every direction.
This week in maths I learnt how to use a talking frame. I also learnt about equivalent fractions and simplifying fractions. One of the talking frames I learnt was "If you want to simplify a fraction, you have to look for the lowest common multiple or the most common factor that you can divide by the Numerator and the Denominator. Another talking frame I learnt was "Equivalent fractions are the same number/value but it is put into a different form".
We had a great time learning and sharing skills from each other, bonding with each other and getting to know more things about netball. Thanks to all the supporters. Thanks for all the hard work the netball has done to get this far.
My hair is rough like the husk of a coconut. My voice is as loud as the choir singing in the church. My eyes reflect the light coming from the sunset. My skin is as brown like that palm tree trunk that reach over me when I walk outside.
My feet sinks down into the soft green grass every time I step out the door. The hot wind blows my hair back and forth. Trucks go past blasting music louder than a lion's roar. Village people carrying baskets made from long palm fronds across their shoulders.
The sounds of animals rings through my ears as I walked pass derelict houses abandoned by owners may be through tribal wars. The aroma of freshly cooked umu food causes my nose to twitch. Roasted pork, still on the burning fire, leaves my mouth watery as I would savour just even the slightest drop of water.
Tired from walking in the hot rays of the sun, I stop to catch my breath, faster than I could catch a ball. For a moment it feels like the sun peeking through the clouds. Then I thought “What a magnificent and beautiful place Samoa is.”