The importance of knowing the difference between false information and correct information can help those who are confused, but can also help those who are mislead. We need to remember that some information we read about is not always right or accurate.

During Lent we learned about Prayer, Fasting and Almsgiving. In my Lenten Backpack I packed a water bottle and a sandwich to help those who are in need. The Bible and candle reminds us to do good and lead those who are in trouble towards the Light. Last of all I am giving up my phone so I can spend more time with family and friends.

I looked back, the air filled with smoke, knowing that my home was already destroyed. I tried to shake off the feeling of fear but I just can’t. Kids my age are crying, I just hope this will all come to an end.

I am living a life full of misery, my legs are throbbing from the tiny stones in my shoes and my shoulders are sore. Maybe I packed too much stuff that I might not need. My nostrils are blocked but I prefer it that way since there is lots of smoke. My vision was blurred out, but the cries from the families were annoying. I don’t know if I should feel bad for them. I wonder how I’m supposed to escape this tragedy.

I feel exhausted and my body is ice cold, strangers are no longer people, they are now family as we have to huddle together for warmth as if we are fighting for our lives during the night.

Kia Ora my name is Grace and I am a Yr 8 and I go to St Patrick’s School,

My Teacher is Ms George. I really enjoy reading and participating in sports.

My goal for this year is to take part in class activities as it is my last year at 

St Patrick’s, not only that but to strive for better education and a positive mindset.

God is the power socket, he is the source of everything.

Jesus is the cable, he connects to us and brings us closer to God.

The Holy Spirit is the image we see, the sound we hear and the love we feel when we are connected to the right channel. 

Dear Diary

My dad and I just got on the boat, my ears hurt from hearing people’s cries and pleading to be let onto the boat, leaving me with grief to bare. Waves splashed on my face but I didn’t care at all as my dad was by my side, the warmth of his body comforting me. A smell of different body odors invaded my nostrils. Looking at peoples expressions wasn’t good, some looked worried while others happy and some scared, not knowing if we would make it to land or not.

Hours passed by and I think we’re close to land, lights are shining from afar, we finally arrived, my dad and I stood up getting ready to step foot into a new life. At land we had no where to stay so we had to live on the streets and beg for money and food, while walking around, my dad and I came across a bakery filled with all sorts of delicious food, I stared at the food with a empty stomach hoping that I will be able to have something to eat by the end of the day. We continued walking until we stopped at a house. We walked up the steps, my dad looked at me with sadness and guilt in his face, kissed me goodbye and wrapped his yellow scarf around me. As he walked away he looked back at me one more time with a doubtful face before continuing again. I wanted to run after him but something inside stopped me. I knew that would be the last time I ever saw him. Anger and sadness arose as thoughts entered my mind but I hope someday he will be back for me.