Month: June 2022

A week ago we watched a video of a girl named Alma, We were asked to do a perspective writing piece.

I stroll down an alleyway, posters of missing children are hung up. I look to my right and see a black board. I see the names of my friends. I write my name on the board, the screeching sounds hurt my ears, I drop the chalk. A small squeaking sound alerts me. I look behind me, a doll is displayed in the window. Eerily the doll is my splitting image. I curiously walked closer to the window wiping condensation off of the glass, I gaze at the doll. I looked down to compare our outfits, to my surprise the doll disappeared. I hurry toward the door, I peer inside, the doll is sitting on a table surrounded by other dolls. I try to open the door , the door is locked. I keep trying, it won’t open. Out of frustration I picked up some snow, created a snowball then threw it at the door. Giving up I walk away disappointed. I hear a bell chime then comes a creak… the door opens.

I push the door open, walking in. There’s a sudden chill in the atmosphere, hundreds of porcelain dolls staring at me with glass eyes. I see the doll. I try to grab it, she vanishes. I look around . The sudden sound of wheels catches my attention, I look down to find a doll on a tipped over bike, I place it upright, it zooms past me. It heads for the door, the door slams shut “ was it trying to escape?” I thought out loud . My doll appears again , it is sitting on top of a shelf. I climb on top of a table. Stretching my arm out attempting to grab it. I touch the doll.

As soon as I touch the doll, I begin to feel hazy, I black out, little snippets of dolls appear, they stare at me . I open my eyes, everything is magnified, my eyes feel like circles. My face feels like porcelain. “Why am I not on the ground?” I look around at where I’m sitting, I’m sitting on a shelf. I hear ticking sounds coming from beside me, I turn, dolls stare at me with their glassy eyes. That’s when I realized… all of these dolls.. Are children… so am I..

Last week, we made a table with how families in Ukraine relate to me. This table included Hope, Kindness,Family and Sacrifice. 

 

Our recent reading this week was to learn about how mothers in the Ukraine are protecting their children and family from the horrors of war. The story is called “We Are Going On A Holiday” from the NZ Herald. We created a “role on the wall.” On the inside of the drawing we described how the refugee child felt, on the outside we described why they felt this way.