I finally made it. Seeing the town covered in snow, feeling the cold breeze blowing nicely on my skin. I knew this journey wasn’t a waste. Walking around the town I see posters talking about missing people. Something catches my attention, a gigantic chalkboard. I run as fast I can to the piece of art.

I pick up the chalk and start to write my name on the blackboard. A rusty mechanical noise looms behind me. Curious, I turn around and see a doll, in a shop across the road, that looks like me. Dropping the chalk and pulling my scarf down. I take a look at my clothes and rush to get a better view. I realise that it has the same outfit as me. My happiness takes a halt when the doll mysteriously disappears. Walking towards the shop’s door, I take an even closer look. Putting my head against the window, Placing my hands beside my eyes and squinting my eyes, the doll reappears.

Seeing the doll determination fills my body to get the doll. Opening the door is now my top priority.  I first try pulling the door handle with excitement. Hoping it would open. A metal clunk sound as I try to open the door. It didn’t move an inch. My body filled with anger and I stomp my feet, made a snowball and throw it with wrath. The door slowly creaks open.

Entering the shop my steps make a thump sound on the wood. My eyes see strange dolls that look like they’re staring into my soul. Moving closer to the doll my heart rate goes faster. Out of thin air I see a toy riding a tricycle pedalling but stuck on the floor. Crouching down I grab the toy and put it up right. The toy continues to pedal to the door. Maybe it’s a sign to get out? But I think nothing of it. My only objective is to get my doll. As I get back up it disappears again and reappears on the shelf with other creepy dolls. Ignoring everything in my way I run to the couch and climb the shelf. I reach to grab it. Taking off my glove with my teeth. I touch the doll. I am suddenly transferred to a dark space seeing weird images flicker through my mind. When it’s finally over I look around and realise I have become the doll, trying to move myself with all my might to no effect.  

I finally made it. Seeing the town covered in snow, feeling the cold breeze blowing nicely on my skin. I knew this journey wasn’t a waste. Walking around the town I see posters talking about missing people. Something catches my attention, a gigantic chalkboard. I run as fast I can to the piece of art.

I am the Light of the World

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 the light of life.”

The Stations of the Cross Jesus’ immense passion and commitment to us, Room 8 did a re-enactment of the event to capture the importance of the event.

The Character I was chosen to play was Pontius Pilate’s soldier who put the cross on Jesus and forced Simon of Cyrene to hold the cross. When Jesus fell I had to poke with my spear everytime the point of the spear connected. There was a chill down my spine. Negative thoughts going through my head like “ Did I hit him too hard? “, “Did I do the action too fast” but in the end if I made a mistake it wouldn’t matter.

At the final station my friend and I had to hold a screen representing the tomb Jesus was buried in. It was tough holding it for a long time as you had to hold it at the very top putting a lot of pressure on my shoulders. Near the end my shoulders were screaming for help. When it was over I wanted to fall on the ground and rest. It made me wonder how Jesus felt having to hang for so long with nails in his hands and feet. I think I got off lightly!

Stations of the cross opened my eyes to see how much Jesus did for us.  I realised I needed to repay him by being the best person I can be, Loving and caring for others. 

For my Lenten promise I will sacrifice my screen time and not use my devices often, to show appreciation for my friends and spend some quality time with my family.

Euphrasie Barbier is known for her dedication and devoted personality but also being a caring and generous person, Euphrasie Barbier

is an advocate that people look up to.

The Bridge is a poem by Joey Cowley.

We have written our own poems to share how we too can be a bridge

For our Emily Backpack work we needed to make a web diagram showing our friends and family’s relationships, Here’s our finished work.

This represents the people who affected our lives positively or negatively the positive is more closer to us and the negative is more on the outside.