90 Days of Summer

It must have been 100 degrees outside.  Whatever the heat, it was enough to make my head hang out of the open window, enjoying the cool fresh breeze as it hit my sunburnt face.  I stared up at the poplars that lined the edge of the cul de sac, the gaps in the leaves allowing the sunlight to shine through like stars.  I couldn't imagine a better day. 

The smell of the open sea alerted me that there was water nearby, a basic necessity of every summer day.  It wasn't long before I was running wildly up the wharf, about to dive bomb into the deep.  My eyes had never sighted something so beautiful.  The sand sparkled like jewels and the bubbls of my breath wobbled like little jellyfish as they rose.

I could see the sun glistening through the water.  It was heaven... for a moment.  I felt something tugging on my foot, dragging me under furiously.  I was gasping for air.  My lungs were on fire.  It was like a dream. 

I clung to my bedsheets, like they were a lifesaver.  My bedsheets?  I really opened my eyes and it will remain just that- a dream.   A very crazy dream.  One that I will never forget.  But little did anyone know that my crazy dream would soon come true.

By Rebecca

Summer

We piled out of the hot steamy car.  As I rushed down to the warm moist sand waves splashed up onto the jagged rocks on the other side of the beach. 
I begin to build a sand castle out of the sloppy sand, piling it up so it takes shape.  It is very large with a mount and seperate guard towers. 

I change into my togs and dive in with my sisters and my dad.  The waves begin to roll in and we go up and down, up and down.

After our relaxing swim we all decide to check out the rock pools.  There is a gigantic rock pool ten feet deep.  I dive in and float in the cool merky water at Tawharanui Beach.

By Sean

My Birthday Disaster

           My Birthday Disaster

It was a bright sunny morning and in my words it was the best morning of my life. Today It was my 9^th birthday and I was going to have the coolest birthday of the year, everyone was going to come (my best friends only though). My awesome mum had got security guards to guard the door in case any intruders came and tried to get in.

I was sitting at the table in my coolest pink party dress when the clock showed 10.00am. I raced down the hall way with my dress flying every where. I finally got to the party room and saw the old wooden brown table turned into a beautiful pink glittery pink table. The table had crispy hot sausage rolls, red cheerio’s, lots of chips and sweets for Africa. I screwed my hands up into a fist like shape and yelled “Yes.”

All my friends were going to arrive at 11.00am on the dot. I was lying on my bed and looking at my alarm clock saying to myself, “When is it going to be 11.00am over and over again.” Finally it got to 11.30am only half an hour until my party starts. It felt like time had just flown when my alarm clock had just gone 11.00am.

I raced back down the hall to wait in the party room for my guests to come. 11.30am.  Still no one here. Just then I heard my mum.   “Michaela why are all the right invites sitting in the printer, you gave your friends the invite that said your birthday will be tomorrow.” OH no I thought to myself another birthday disaster.

Michaela

A Beachy Day

It was just another boiling summer day.  The sun was pouring through the cobwebbed window next to my bed.  The rain had been pelting all night long.  It was one of those long summer thunderstorms.

I yawned sleepily, blinked twice and stared plainly out of my bedroom window.  The ground was soaking, mixed with morning dew and the heavy rain from the night before.  The car was soaking and the washing lay droopily over the washing line as if it was hanging its head down because it was ashamed of something.

I clambered out of bed and tossed on my dressing gown.  I suddenly heard a noise I’d been dreading and mourning over ALL SUMMER!  It’s that beastly cricket.  I love to play it but I hate to watch it.  Besides when the cricket comes on in the morning there’s a good chance it will keep flicking for long periods of time for the WHOLE DAY.

To avoid being invited to watch the sport I sneaked down the corridor and slipped into Mum and Dad’s room.  I’m not in there for long as I quickly hear the news we’re going to camp on the beach tonight.  I go off dancing around the house clumsily yelling, “Hooray”.  We were soon told we’d leave at 4 pm so to be ready.  4 o’clock seemed to come years later.  Finally I grab my pillow and a few sleeping bags, than leap off the deck and dart to the beach.  As I arrive I stare and gape at the unique colour of the sea.  A colour not found in a paint box or in a flower, only in the stunning ocean.  I soon found Daddy pitching the tent and helped him do the last wee bits. 

It’s not long before the rest of the family arrive on this astonishingly beautiful day.  I suddenly realise how much more beautiful the beach is than my bedroom window view.  All at once I have a sudden urge to go swimming.  I throw on my togs, leap down to the shallow depths where I feel the cold crispy water lap upon my toes.  Not caring about the icy temperature I splash into the calm blue water, swim smooth strokes and dive cleanly under a wave.  I was in for a while before I came out and dried myself, while feeling the warm smooth soft sand beneath my soles.  I am so lucky to live by perfect Pakiri beach.

The afternoon goes slowly and finally evening arrives where we toast marshmallows at a bonfire in front of our tent.  Hugo had about 20 delicious melting marshmallows and I and Skye had about 4 each.  I was extremely excited as I crawled into my sleeping bag listening to all the noises.  The heavy waves, the crackling bonfire, my parents chatting outside and the gentle breezes that blew around the top level of the beachy sand.  I was put to sleep soundly.  By morning nothing much had changed.

By Lily

Summer

One hot summer I was being lazy, relaxing to some music while sucking up my ice cold fizzy drink through a straw, when I decided to go to the beach.  I slipped into my jandals, slopped on some sunblock, flipped on my sunhat, slid on my sunglasses and stepped outside into the fresh air.

 I raced across the meadow and sunk my feet into the soft sand.  I stepped closer to the deep blue sea to feel the cool water lapping at my toes, making me realise I had forgotten to get my togs.   

I ran back as fast as I could, quickly dressed, grabbed my goggles and a towel then was sprinting back to the shore in no time at all.

The beach! What’s not to love.

Tamsyn