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Name: Yasmine Mustafa Year: 8 Previous School: Botany Downs Age: 13 NOW!! D.O.B: 5:00am on the 26 June, 1998, at National Womans Hospital Hobbies: Piano, Reading, listening to music, playing Touch Rugby Favorite book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Favorite Artist: Adele, Bruno Mars, Glee!!! Favorite song/s: Turning tables, Someone like you, Rolling in the deep, Set fire to the rain - Adele, I who have nothing - Haley Reinhart

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Here is my point of view on what I think of New Zealand:  For me, Being a true kiwi means having BBQ’s and playing touch on the beach. It means living in a tidy, green, clean country where everyone is caring. Having good medical care and snow boarding in the mountains. Eating kiwi fruits in the summer. I love being a New Zealander. By Yasmine Mustafa

Slice of life recount Ready, set, GO   Waiting in line, walking step by step, feeling and absorbing the emotions around me.  The intensity was talking over my body like foreign aliens invading earth. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> Closer to the treacherous roller coaster that i surely didn’t trust. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> The line was quickly cutting short, I was nearing the platform, Very carefully, I could hear the screams and cries of little children piercing and howling in my ears. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> My heart started to rapidly beat and could be heard throughout my shivering body. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> “closer now” I told myself. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> I started to see the pitch black opening which looked like it was about to suck me in. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> I had reached the platform. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> It smelt like sweat coming up at me like a tsunami of smell socks. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> “one more person” I thought. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> The cackle and laughter of the grown adults could be heard in a miles radius. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> Finally, it was my turn, the frightening coaster called for me and I staggered into the rock solid seat. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> Suddenly, the startling sound of the shocking count down began. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> “this is it”. <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"> By Yasmine Mustafa

Here is my poem  Journey to the centre of the pinball machine   He jumped out of the hole he was sheltering in   and sat snugly in is starting position,   but before he could get comfortable,   he got into a little bit of trouble. he shot up into the air,  and landed in a square   Then reached a place where misery collides,   The reprobates didn't look surprised. The shot him back and forth  Round and Round throughout the earth,   Until the aim missed and failed   "BYE BYE" Said pinball and off he fled. He rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled  as fast as he could go,   Then finally he came to a hault   and did a somersault.