As I dive in with my legs streamlined and straight, I try to avoid sharp coral at state.
I feel the coldness rush through me, the frightful feeling of a creature behind me.
I pass a school of fish all yellow and bright, so glad I'm swimming at day not night.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw a huge shadow, much, much bigger than a fake afro.
Suddenly a large group of fish all stopped at a screech, my guess was that they were headed for the beach.
I followed the fish as fast as I could go, like on a secret mission, and staying down low.
I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear, Toreka you want me to do your hair?
It turned out it was all a dream, of fish coloured in a light sort of cream.
I wondered if I would ever visit again, the world that looked like it was made out of rain....
Toreka this is awesome! I love your writing. Not just because your my daughter but because it really is good writing. I know how hard it can be to string words together to create the tone and impact you want. My dear - you are a talented writer, and with all the work we're doing at the moment at Pt England in literacy - you are only going to be even better! Keep it going honey. I'm very proud of you and all that you keep producing on this blog.
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Toreka this is awesome! I love your writing. Not just because you're my daughter but because it really is good writing. I know how hard it can be to string words together to create the tone and impact you want. My dear - you are a talented writer, and with all the work we're doing at the moment at Pt England in literacy - you are only going to be even better! Keep it going honey. I'm very proud of you and all that you keep producing on this blog.
ReplyDeleteMalo lava Toreka, ese le manaia o lou tusitala.
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