Last term on the 11th of April Rm 8 performed Stations of the Cross in front of the whole school. It took us some time to practise and to memorize our roles but overtime we eventually got better. My role was Veronica, which meant I had to wipe Jesus’ face with a cloth. I was nervous but grateful they had chosen me to be a part of Jesus’ Journey. When the day of the Stations of the Cross came we were all in our costumes, looking like we were from the old times. When it was my turn to play my part I was nervous, but I had to be a role model for the little kids watching. Though we were all nervous we managed to get it done. It is my last year at St Patrick’s and the experience was fun. This is not just a play, it is what Jesus had to go through on His last day for our sins.

Screams of agony pierce through the streets, everywhere I look is destruction and rubble. Blood enters my mouth as I wipe away my sweat. Smoke in my nostrils makes it hard for me to breathe. Confusion fills my body. I used to walk down a street filled with laughter now just chaos. Aunt Miriam’s flat appears before my eyes, all I want right now is a hug to make everything seem normal. Guilt runs in my head, walking past dead bodys and people grieving makes it hard for me to think. Everything in my path is destroyed and crumbled to pieces, kids wandering around looking for their parents like nothing else matters. Smoke rises into the sky. A shadow figure emerges from the smoke, arms wide open. Have  the Germans found me, are they going to take me back and put me in a concentration camp? The figure steps out of the smoke, it’s Aunt Miriam, her eyes look like she is about to cry. She asks if I’m alright and gives me a hug, almost making it feel like it was Mutti with her beautiful green dress enclosing me.

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.