SeNsAtIoNaL SiX
Kia Ora welcome to Room 6`s sensational web page due to popular demand Room 6 is BACK. This web page is the result of four talented students putting ideas together and showing you guys what Room 6 has got. We started this year with a complete WOW!! So if you want to know what we’ve been up to then don’t push that back arrow.
KAHORE HE KIA
KAHORE HE TIKA
ENGARI HE REREKE
THERE IS NO RIGHT WAY
THERE IS NO WRONG WAY
ONLY DIFFE
RENT WAYS
We have made this web page to tell you about us, our class and what we get up to we hope you enjoy our web page as much as we enjoyed making it.
ROOM 6 WEBSLINGERS
Web masters: Kaitlyn and Martin
Apprentices: Nathan and Selena
CLASS REP INTERVIEW
We the SeNsAtOiNaL Six Webslingers went inside the minds of the Room 6 Class Representatives
- If you could be a superhero who would you be?
Anna: Wonder Woman
Martin: Batman
Anna: Holden
Martin: Ford
- If you could go any where in the world where would you go?
Anna: Africa
Martin: Machu Pichu
- If you were stuck on an island what three things would you take?
Anna: Water, Food, family member/friend
Martin: water, matches and a supermarket
Anna: Punk
Martin: Punk
Anna: Chick Flicks
Martin: Horror
Anna: Pilot 747 jet planes
Martin: Pro Golfer
- If you could have any 2 flavours of ice cream what would they be?
Anna: Cookies and cream and Hokey Pokey
Martin: Cookies and Cream and Goldrush
Anna: Tracksuit
Martin: Stubbies all the way
- If you had one day to live what would you do?
Anna: Give all my money to charity
Martin: Play one last round of golf
The Edge
WINNER of the year 8 short story 2007 award
by Vini
A 2-pronged tusk mark illuminates the cragged cave wall in which Craig Senter currently resides, deep in the Warawara Ranges. Lonely, cold, injured and shivering in the farthest reaches of a hollowed-out boar den, lay the twisted form of Craig; this dark 21-year old Maori man, clinging to life. Weighing in at 98kg, Craig soon found that pitting your wits against one of the fiercest heavy weights of the Warawara Ranges, the wild boar with a reputation to match its bloodlust, is a mistake he would not make twice… if he could survive. Lying bloody on the cave floor, his lifeblood running steadily, Craig Senter, for the first time, was alone with his thoughts. And seeing his fate, he reviewed all of the events that landed him here, on death’s doorstep.
Amidst the wild brawl, raging between heaving winds and steadfast trees, a sickening whir glides along the keen, razor edges of the tusks of a giant boar. He skitters through the thick greeny brown undergrowth of his home; the biggest and wiliest boar to grace the Warawara Ranges. The pit-bull of the pig world. With snout raised high in the snowy blizzard, he sniffs deeply and bolts from the frighteningly strong smell of human sweat. This beast of the animal kingdom now knew one thing. He needed shelter.
Trudging through the snow-covered undergrowth, in hot pursuit of what would definitely be one of his most prized kills, he keenly sighted the indentation of frighteningly large footmarks, and followed its crooked tracks, into a small windswept tunnel with barely enough room to move. A cold wind carried back one of the most penetrating stenches he’d ever encountered. The stench of his prize. A shock went down his spine, when a horrific snort resounded in his ears. It. Was. Here. Bailed and frightened. Checking the barrel of his bolt-action rifle, Craig prepared for the terrible fight, that was surely inevitable. The razorback trotted into sight menacingly. As he raised his rifle, the razor charged. Craig heaved to the right, narrowly missed by its ivory knives. Shoulder pressed hard on the muddy floor, Craig let fire a shot, unluckily missing the hard flank of the razorback. Mercilessly, its powerful legs surged forward. Craig wouldn’t be so lucky this time. Instinctively he hugged his knees and they took a hefty amount of the blow. And in the eerie silence, Craig could hear his own Achilles rupture. Sliding the bolt back, with hot tears in his eyes, Craig reloaded and raised his rifle. The boar had just turned to finish the job. Craig’s eyes were rock steady and he lined up the boar perfectly. BANG!!! The bullet cut easily through the thick brain of the razorback.
And those were the events that brought him here.
In foetal position, crying and with the loaded rifle pressed against his throat, to prevent a slow death, Craig eased the metal trigger back.
Vini entered the Tai Tokerau readers association year 1-8 short story writing competition. Vini won two $50 voucher, one being from T T R A and the other from K.I.S. Vini lightens up room 6 and creates quite a atmosphere. Vini plans to go on to be a writer in the near future.
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