I have started a new school in year 7 after finishing all 6 years at primary. I will still be posting, but possibly not as often as often as before. I will try my hardest to post at least once a fortnight. All of the posts will be labeled 'continuing from Waimairi'.
Thank you for reading my blog and look out for more posts!
It digs in irritatingly. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Everytime I glance over my shoulder I can seemingly see that it is getting latter and latter, yet they are still not here. Tick, tock, tick, tock. ‘Only boring people get bored’, claims my mum. But this is different, it isn’t my fault. Tick, tock, tick, tock. I sit, and stare. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
After what seems like years, they are finally walking up the drive.
Gentle waves splosh in the background, while the other young ones go on with their normal doings; chasing each other continuously on the overgrown lawn.
Unlike other days in this deserted community, grey clouds have left me feeling incomplete at this idyllic and magical bay.
I can vaguely feel the sea mist warming my body, but the fact that there is no blue sky in the middle of summer drains most of my positive thoughts away.
A sudden urge pushes me out of my chair and I find myself suddenly running around on this dull day, kind of enjoying myself. I venture through the never ending garden, and find myself in a beautiful far away land, guarded by the single tree above me.
Now nothing can get to me now, not the harshest winds, not the bleakest nights!
If someone asked me what I thought of Waimairi, I would instantly reply "an incredible learning space full of fun, kindness and opportunities."
My journey at Waimairi has been the best I could possibly ask for. One of the best parts has been my leadership roles, including Pupil Council and Head Radio DJ. Through this I have learnt to organise groups and lead people through challenges. Waimairi has really helped me discover who I am, and I will never forget how special this place is.
It will be incredibly sad to leave Waimairi School, but I think I'm ready!
At this assembly, I won the Waimairi School academic award! Below is a photo of my Trophy and Medal.
As the blue mechanical brush swept through his satin white fur, and the steak scented bubbles covered him in a scent that made him ravenous, Fefurr watched the relaxation compartments go around. It reminded him of a bike chain circling in a continuous cycle. He realised how tired he was, and decided that a beauty rest would do him some good, as he did not want to have bags under his eyes in front of the King. The glossy white finish to the walls drifted away as Fefurr closed his eyes and fell asleep…
He was woken by the sound of the bell at the reception desk. In a panic he looked at his watch, and gasped when he saw the time. “The King shall take off my head!" he thought. “I hope he is in a good mood.” He rushed out of the entrance, the right paw of the giant plastic dog at the front of the puppy parlour, and dashed off to the dogger bus.
The sausage-dog-shaped vehicle hovered over the bustling city streets, preparing to descend at the next stop, a couple of metres down the road. A black nose sat at the front of the bus, purple ears and tail behind. Circle windows were scattered across the sides of the vehicle, disguised as the dog's spots.
As a result of Fefurr's lack of time management, he found himself frantically pushing through jostling crowds along with many other dogs. It was all tails and ears, as they tried to claim a good seat in the dogger bus.
Fefurr fortunately managed to get a seat before the bus was completely full to the brim, but he hadn't been able to call dibs on a front seat. The bus left the forlorn concrete, and picked up speed as it headed towards the palace. Many dogs had come off the bus, which left only Fefurr and two others to disembark at the last stop.
After a few minutes time, Fefurr found himself rushing down the gravel path that lead him up the hill and to the palace. Berry bushes that were sophisticatedly trimmed in all shapes and sizes, lined the pathway leading up to the grand yellow and purple doors. Two purple and yellow identical flags perched proudly on the top of the two side towers. A crown-shaped balcony sat neatly on the top of a giant marble bone. He continued up the pathway and reached the doors. He rang the bone shaped door bell an orchestra of barks echoed through the air. Eventually the sound of the barking died down and the grand doors opened. Fefurr's stomach was in knots as walked into the marvellous entrance full of detailed sculptures of past kings. A grand staircase lead up to some more doors that opened into the throne room. Suddenly, Madame Le Poof, the royal fur dresser, hurried over to him.
“Where have you been? Hurry along now, if you're quick the King won't mind too much.”
“I doubt it,” Fefurr contradicted.
He moved up the stairs that were lined with smooth white marble. He hesitated a moment before reluctantly pushing open the doors. Fefurr slowly padded in, trying not to be noticed, but the door disobeyed his need and slammed loudly, letting a loud sound echo through the air. His eyes glanced around the room and up to the king. The King was a large, beautifully groomed German Shepherd. He looked like any other dog, the only difference being a sparking golden crown that perched neatly in place on the top of his head. His throne towered over everything in the room.
“Sorry for my lateness, your majesty,” mumbled Fefurr, nervously waiting to be taken to the dungeons to be beheaded.
“I hope that it had good meaning,” The King grunted, his dark blue eyes staring right at Fefurr like spot lights.
“Yes, your majesty,” Fefurr answered looking at the ground.
“Just go and sit down,” The king demanded impatiently.
Fefurr went and sat in his chair next to the King. It was a tiny wooden chair that had 'Fefurr McWoof, Kings Assistance' engraved in golden metal letters on the top. It looked like a pile of trash next to the King's marble jewel encrusted throne.
He sat there listening to the King blabbering on about how he needed a new pillow for his throne, because his old (two day old) one wasn't puffy enough. He then turned to Fefurr.
“Fefurr go to the royal cushion maker and order a new pillow. Tell her she has exactly 24 hours from now, I can't let my tail be any more painful than it is now." The King commanded.
"Yes, your majesty," Fefurr replied as he began to scuttle towards the door.
"Wait, wait, come back, you need the design. Make sure she knows to use every little piece of detail," the King boomed after him.
"Yes, your majesty."
Fefurr paced out the throne room doors, down the stairs and towards the tailor's room. "24 hours, all detail, 24 hours, all detail, 24 hours, all detail..." Fefurr did not want any mistakes because it would all be blamed on him.
The tailor worked her hardest, and by the end of the day, the Kings pillow was complete and Fefurr was called to pick it up. He knocked on the King's door, and once again it creaked open, to reveal the King sitting in his grand throne.
“I have your pillow, your majesty,” Fefurr started, hoping that the King would approve.
“Um… it's ok, but a bit late,” the King stuttered. Fefurr took this as a compliment.
The king inspected the pillow, trying to find something wrong with it. "Is that done right?.. oh, yes. What about..." But the King could not find anything wrong with the pillow and Fefurr was dismissed.
At the end of Fefurr’s busy day, he made his way back to the puppy parlour. Fefurr certainly did not want a repeat of what had happened earlier in the day when he lost track of time, so he decided he would spoil himself, and go to the puppy parlour again. As he was going around in the compartment, he finished off his beauty rest, this time ready for the next day of work. Maybe it would be a better idea to get his fur done in the evening, not the morning!
Now it was the night before my 8th birthday. I was lying down in my bed at home in London, my blonde curls cascading down my miniature body. My best friend, Alice, and I had come home for Spring break. Since Alice's parents were still over in New York organising their business release, I had convinced mum and dad to let Alice stay with us. The Davidson hall certainly had enough room to house all the pupils at Landsleyvale, so I didn't see how one person could make a difference.
It was that night though, that I realised that my mum may not have been lying to me. I really didn't look that much like mum and dad, but really, the only main difference was my sapphire blue eyes. Alice has them as well, which is pretty cool. We often call ourselves the 'Sapphire Blues' because of that. Alice's Mother and Aunty also have our special eyes, but I don't mind, they are almost family to me.
I lay down thinking about it. Mum and Dad would never lie to me, but I guess I just didn't want to believe it. I needed to know the truth!
A lot has changed at Landsleyvale prep in the last few months. When I first started boarding there, all that you could see, hear, taste, just about everything was gloomy. I couldn't cope.
I took action and went to Mrs Hangler, the Headmistress.
"What are you doing here, you revolting child?" She had scolded.
This didn't stop me though. "Please, Mrs Hangler. My name is Lucy-Matilda Johnston-Lees Jones-Davidson. I would just like to talk to you briefly."
"Well, you have 3 minutes."
"Thank You, Mrs Hangler. When I first found that I was coming here, I almost had a heart attack. Every girl dreams of coming to Landsleyvale prep. As soon as I got here though, I knew something was wrong. Yes, it was incredible, exactly as I had imagined with endless gardens and wonderfully friendly girls, but the only problem is the staff. They are all so generously wonderful, but it still seems so gloomy."
"I like it this way. The children learn well and that is all that matters."
"If you just listen, I have a proposition. I will run a trial and see how much one class excels if we all learn together, repaint the classroom and nice bright colour. Let the children work outside..."
The trial went forward, and straight away Mrs Lyndall Hangler noticed a huge difference. All the parents were amazed at how well their children were doing, and so the whole school changed.
My parents were very proud of me for all I had done.