It was then I saw him, my hero, the big hairy body, the tie saying ‘DK,’ it had to be him… Donkey Kong! I was going to run to him, but then I realized it seemed that he was sinking into the road on Chapel Street. As I watched him sink like he was in quick sand,I felt someone or something tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and I saw Mario carrying Queen Peach. They told me they were running from Donkey Kong. I started to laugh in surprise, then I turned around to see Donkey Kong’s hands holding his red and yellow tie.
“Finished!” I had completed my school assignment. It was a mini skyscraper formed with toothpicks, wait… but what colour should it be? Ah, I figured it out, blue, my favourite colour. I grabbed my elongated, navy coat and sprinted out the door. I had to dash to school, so I wasn’t late. Bang!!! I tripped on a pot hole in the road and face planted into a puddle. Now my skyscraper had smashed into a million pieces, literally I counted all the toothpicks at home. I picked up the mess. Thankfully, I had some glue, so I made an eco-friendly house instead.
I remember it so vividly. I was rushing down the stairs and I was so nervous because I had a music concert then out of nowhere I slipped over and fell to the bottom of the stairs. I peered up and there I saw a flowing river of hot pink soup; it had to happen then, eh?! I managed to swim in it all the way to the music hall, it was like a hot two-kilometer-long pool. By the time I finished my concert the river was gone. That night I was informed that Mrs Barter from the fifth-floor cooked way too much soup.
It’s 1915 and all the men in the country are fighting in the war. To make matters worse, I was sent an incredibly depressing letter informing me that my husband was ‘Missing in Action’ (M.I.A). I can Feel the tears caressing against my skin. He is so special to me and now he is gone. I feel like the world around me has stopped.
Two days later I was sent another letter claiming, ‘your husband was found, and he is going home as soon as you get this letter.’
As I read the contents of the letter I was aware of the smile on my face.
Tonight, my parents have gone with my little sister to her under 13’s footy awards night, so I am cooking dinner.
Footy is in our family’s blood. My little sister plays with boys who are incredibly nice to her. She loves tacos so that is what I’m cooking.
They will be home soon. Hopefully my sister thinks it’s delicious.
“No!” I scream as I spill a litre of chilli on the tacos. “Why would I do that!?” I shout in frustration. Bang! My sister runs through the door, hugs me, and yells, “I won the best and fairest!” So, I congratulate her.
If I had to use one word to describe my holiday it would be ‘exhilarating’.
The reason being that in the first week of holidays I went to Noosa for nine days and that was fantastic; it was warm and the water at the beach was incredibly refreshing. I went with my Mum, Gran, Dad and my big sister. When we got back to Geelong it was freezing. On the last Friday of school holidays, I went to the Carlton vs. St. Kilda game and I had an incredible amount of delicious seafood.
Therefore, my holiday was ‘exhilarating’.