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Dear diary,

Dad has been really struggling a lot and we somehow ended up on a boat. It had been raining and windy but dad was there to keep me warm as the splash of salty water hit my skin. I was really sad that we had to leave but there was nothing that I could do. As the boat moved side to side the waves hit the boat. I looked around at everyone, they were so depressed I could even hear the cries of sadness. I felt so bad for everyone. 

As we arrived we ended up on the streets in the cold. The only thing to keep us warm was a small candle. I was so tired I fell asleep lying my head on my dads soft arm. I woke up and we went for a walk past a bakery. It brightened up my eyes as I was so hungry. We had no money. My dad looked so tired and depressed.

Walking in the cold and rainy weather I stepped into puddles making small splashes. My dad was there holding the umbrella over my head keeping me dry. I looked up at him with a big smile knowing that I felt safe with him.. We ended up at this big house. I hopped up each step and stopped at the door. My dad turned to look at me and bent down while dropping his umbrella. He kissed me on the head and put his scarf around my neck. He  looked into my eyes with guilt putting his umbrella up as he walked away into the pouring rain.     

Running happily through the cold and windy alleyway, while snowflakes fall onto my clothes. Jumping side to side not even paying attention to the missing posters I come across a blackboard with lots of names on it. I just stare at it wondering if I should write my name on it? I run over and pick up the chalk on the ground. Looking at a big empty space I’m ready to write my name.

The wind brushes onto my face as I write my name. The chalk drops out of my hand and I pull my scarf off of my face. I hear something. I’m confused. I turned around to see a fogged up window and looked around to see if anyone was there. I see no one. Walking slowly over to the window I wipe the fog off to see what is in there. I see a doll that looks just like me. I am speechless. We are wearing the same thing. Looking back up, the doll has gone. I move closer to the window to see where it went. Seeing nothing I walk over to the wooden glass door and look inside. The doll is standing on a table at the back of the shop.

I tried opening the door but the handle won’t work. I keep trying but it will just not open. I get angry and stomp my feet on the ground. I pick up some snow and shaped it into a snowball, throwing it at the door. I walk off while sliding my hand along the wall. I hear something and turn to see what it is. The door opens and I excitedly run back and open it.

I slowly walk in and look around amazed at all the different dolls. I look straight at the doll that looks just like me. I walk happily over to touch it but I trip over something. I look down and see a doll on its bike pedding really fast. I bend down confused and put the doll back upright. I watch it peddle to the door. The door closes and it just keeps on hitting the door over and over again. I don’t  think much of it turning back to the doll but it is gone. I look around worried and finally find it on the shelf. I walk over, climb the couch, bite my mitten off and reach to touch the doll. 

Once I touch the doll, the eyes look at my hand and my vision goes black. I’m scared. I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t do anything. I see a vision of  myself trying to escape, someone yelling for my life. I see another vision of doll’s falling down. I’m looking through a fish lens. I’m confused and scared at the same time. I panic and started breathing heavily. I look around, really scared, eyes making this weird clicking noise. While I’m looking round I could see another doll pop up at the front of the window. I just know it is for their next victim.  

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said ”I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have light of life.

Stations of the Cross; a day to remember what Jesus went through before his death. Rm 8 re-enacted Stations of the Cross to show our school, Saint Patrick’s, what Jesus went through as he carried his cross to Golgotha.

I played one of the women of Jerusalem. As Jesus walked past he put his hand out and consoled us. As I looked at Jesus I could feel how much pain he was in. The Cross was heavy but he kept on walking, sometimes stumbling.

When Jesus died I felt bad knowing what he had gone through, knowing that he had done nothing wrong, but he died for us.

Suzanne Aubert

Suzanne Aubert is known as a Religious Sister. Suzanne Aubert was born on 19 of June 1835.When Suzanne was 23-25, her parents had accepted her to become a nun. She sailed to New Zealand to work as a Missionary.

She taught herself Te reo Maori and worked with Maori Sisters. In 1860, while living in the Hawkes Bay she helped young Maori girls teaching them to read and write.

On Christmas day, 1885, Suzanne Aubert gave a burnt down Church $1000 to be restored.

In Wellington, 1907, Suzanne Aubert helped the people suffering from sickness and in need of money. Suzanne created and established a Religious order ;The Daughters of Our Lady of our Compassion. `

Suzanne Aubert died at 91 years old in Wellington in the presence of her sisters.
In December 2016, Pope Francis declared the founder of the Sisters of Compassion Suzanne Aubert ‘Venerable’. This means she is on her way to being canonised as a Saint.

Stone Cottage 

On the 17st of October, Saint Patricks school went to Panmure Stone College . 

After morning tea R7 went under the canopy and lined up in a one file then we started waking down to the college . When we got there we were greeted by Patrick and a lady

(I thought got her name) they were just telling us about the history of Panmure and saying that the college was on the road that Panmure Mcdonald’s was after they told us that we went inside .

When we were inside we went in the first room which was the the living room then we were greeting by this other lady which was sitting on a chair (didn’t get to hear what her name was) the lady was showing us pictures of people and stuff that was donated to them then we went to the next room.

The next room was the first bedroom ,the lady was showing us old clothes they used to wear and the old dolls and their toilet that looked like a kind of pot and a place where they washed their face and stuff like that then we moved on to the kitchen .

The next room was the kitchen. The lady said that they didn’t have any fridge back in the days so they had nowhere to put their cold food , then we looked at the pots and where they cooked their food and they cooked their food on the fireplace. After looking in the kitchen we went up stairs with Patrick and split up into two.

 The next room was where all the old stuff , clothes and books were and they keeped it in a glass cupboard so people could see it but not touch it and then we went in the other room .

The other room was the second bedroom and it was the same as the first bedroom. A bed, cupboard, clothes and a doll was its bed. After that we went back down the stairs

and went outside and came back to school.