The time had come. A winter sport with curves, slides and hills. The dreaded Cross Country.

At the stared line I felt that I could jump a mile high. Still I had to store my precious energy and preserve my legs. When they pressed the commanding horn hell was breaking loose.

The first lap. Running around the field was hard enough but there was the biggest highlight and the most intimidating part of the coarse. The hill of dread. It was as tall as Mt Olympus and as slippery as an ice rink.I was determined to climb the mountain while using all my strength. Suddenly I slipped but got up as fast as a spring in action. Going down the hill put deep pressure on me. What if I hit a stick or stomp on a razor sharp rock on my jelly like feet. When I finally took control on my feet I saw a tree standing like a disciplined soldier. Then it made me wonder if I can climb that giant again.

On the second lap I saw some lighting speed runners already finished at the blink of an eye. I didn't mind and just kicked in gear. Again came the hill of dread. when I got to the top I thought I was going to fall down with the same fate as the  mighty Goliath. Remembering the finishing chute was near. I kept going. Finally when I hit Spencer road all there was is the chute.

When I hit 'The chute of Heaven' I tried  to dash my to paradise. I was trying to beat my opponent, but that didn't happen. But luckily I din't come last in shame.  

I absolutely believe that living out in the wild is better than getting spotted, captured then locked up in a zoo and here’re the reasons why you should agree with me; no stimulation boredom and your not free.

first no stimulation. Imagine catching a meal for yourself rather than slave like zookeepers hiding your food that you don’t expect. You wouldn’t just be unstimulated but you would you be sorry for the them? And who wants to be fat and then unable to move even a inch. I know I wouldn’t.

Next the brain numbing boredom. Imagine living in a box with barely anything to do apart from jumping and running around. Also you would have no friends at all. Finally there is no risk just for your own good. You would be as bored as a statue on Easter island!

Finally you’re not free. What if you spent a long time waiting for a baby. Then it finally appears and then… The cruel zookeepers take it away from you. In my opinion that is just plain cruel

. Also would you be running around in circles a quintillion time a day. I wonder your own opinion on this topic?

And we came to the end of my report on why animals shouldn’t be kept in zoos and lets end animals being kept in tiny cubic prisons.I absolutely believe that living out in the wild is better than getting spotted, then locked up in a zoo and here’re the reasons why you should agree with me; no stimulation, boredom and no freedom.

I absolutely believe that living in Auckland  is better than living in Korea and here are the reasons why you should agree with me; less pollution, more job choices and it is far, far more peaceful.

First less air pollution. Imagine millions of cars rushing down the highway and emitting those same emissions called CO2. Well.. this is what it is like in Korea. On a lighter note (Or a rather more terrible note is) Auckland has far less air pollution due to a smaller population and more people using smart choices of transport.

Next more job choices. Imagine living with 50 million people and in an area smaller than NZ. Would it be hard to get a job there? It certainly is. In fact some people live in subway stations because they’re homeless. However in Auckland there are some homeless people but I never seen any and it’s rare.

Finally it’s far, far more peaceful. Imagine living in a country that is at war. Imaging your parents left behind just to serve for their country. In Korea if you cross the D.M.Z (One of the most guarded places in the world)you get shot by North Koreans. Still the good news is they’re not actively at war. But still this is insanity. In Auckland as of 2014 it was the 3rd most peaceful country. That is quite a good record.

Now I hope you understand why Auckland is a million times better than korea. I hope you live in NZ with the cleaner easier and more peaceful lifestyle. Although korea is still a place with visiting.

It was old times when protesters were angry mobs. “The taxes shot up again,” Mrs Charlie said. “No problem for our noble family still,” Mr Charlie said. This was the family of the Charlie’s. No problems at all in fact it was like a wall without having a dent in its lifetime. But for the king… it was different. His life was like a wall with dents from verbal and physical abuse and also anger. The protesters life was like a wall with many dents and smeared grime from anger, sadness verbal shots from other people and poverty. The protesters shouted and screeched again for their freedom. Then…

Then comes a public meeting. Most people were dressed in rags (Because they were poor). They were shouting at the leaders about the soaring tax. The leaders were asking the public to either be calm or declare a civil war. Everybody said civil war over and over again. Then they were asked for silence. It is official… the crowd were like a group of drums until… they heard civil war shouted across the hall.

“Ok!” shouted the father “ we’re going to Austria by horse”. ” Are you sure it is going to work?” Mrs Charlie said. “I’am not sure,” Mr Charlie whispered.

Over the weeks they prepared to escape like a colony of ants planning for an attack. Now the time. The time for them to escape to Austria. The carriage was full of valuables hidden into a storage compartment which also included barrels of water and full of rations. The sun setted liked a bright flare tossed down slowly from heaven. Hours seemed like days of terrifying but exhilarating patience. The actual time  has come. The actual time to execute this unreliable plan. They galloped off.

The horses were ninjas not making even a crumbling noise. They are safe for now. But… A guard woke up. With all of Mr Charlies might he struck the horse with a whip and he dashed off at hypersonic speed. Finally they were safe from harm.

As the sun rose the family pulled over for breakfast. It wasn’t what they were expecting but it tasted like a 5 star dish from all those hunger pangs. They dashed off after a break for the exhausted father. “Oh my gosh!” Mrs Charlie gasped it’s beautiful.

It was beautiful indeed. the Sun gazed at the purple moor. The mountains had snowy caps on. However the Sun hid behind the clouds and bolts of lightning came down like soldiers putting their muskets down fiercely. Thousands of pellets came down and hit the horses as if they were a walking target. Suddenly… The Sun appeared and the clouds dashed away. Finally they were at Austria. They were terrified, attacked by guards and soaked down to their trousers to be deserved their own freedom.

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It was as chaotic as a major earthquake. The rats were pickpockets snatching food one by one without a squeak. Then suddenly the air tasted like metal. Oh no it’s a radiation leak. I went to the lab and grabbed a hazmat suit for myself. Then…. Kids bash the door in the nuclear control room. They are messing with the life threatening controls. Then I heard “evacuate, evacuate, evacuate!” at hypersonic speed. I dashed so fast that I missed my items (poor things :( ) But after a microscopic step KABOOM! A nuclear meltdown. 6 months later… I was at a Los Angeles recovering room. It was on the news. kids messing in the control room had caused a nuclear meltdown. “Your meeting the FBI for further investigation,” Your ward said. “Okey dokey,”I crocked.

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  The forests tale

The moment you enter the green dimension you only hear silence. Two steps later you hear the wind howling across the land. The sun hide behind the clouds and then thousand of pellets hit you as if you were a walking target. The colours were rich and cool with lots of flavour. Straight away you fall off a cliff. The wind is racing with your mind and soul. Before you know it you black out. Life wasn’t a highway but a intersection.

After I ate a tasty, scrumptious and nutritious meal I ran and got suited up for my dangerous mission. Taking a  deep breath in my pressure suit I dashed a million miles an hour to the hanger to admire the SR-71 Blackbird. My buddy was the R.S.O and at the controls. The canopy closed airtight with a hiss.The monstrous Pratt and Whitney J58 engines roared to life .As I rolled the plane out of the hanger I took deep, slow and easy breaths. My heart was pounding like a drum at a considerable rate .I gave the throttle a nudge switched on the reheat and the airplane jolted so hard that it felt like a major earthquake. In a click I took off. Seconds later I heard a bang (I broke the sound barrier)

The plane was dashing at a cheetahs pace even after Mach 2. It was  time to switch my engine to ramjet mode.I was above 60,000 ft and the sky peeled off a layer and turned deep indigo.The atmosphere was a mesmerising sight. The indicator read mach3 and still the speed gauge creeped up slowly .I felt no problems so far and then we saw a Soviet missile. I immediately jammed my hand to the throttle as fast as a cat’s paw catching a mice.The mach numbers shot up with no pauses.

The blackbird was running for its life and so was I .Then I heard that we lost the missile but my hand was still superglued to the throttle.The pursuit put a tiring strain on my body so I took a massive sip from my water supply.I knew I was running out of fuel when I was saw a tiny speck in the sky.I slowed down and dipped the plane slightly to reach the tanker. While it was refueling we counted the amount of planes on their return journey. One plane was missing.I felt an emotional strain. Then the fuel hose disconnected and we accelrated back home at light speed.In a blink we were landing the plane and I deployed the drag parachute.We were flawless on our misson which made me both speechless and astonished.

As I approached the immense desert, the sand dunes dwarfed me. I felt like a little kid lost in a mall.The mighty heat cooked my body like a roast turkey for Thanksgiving. The green cactus stood strong and steady like a statue. The cactus spikes seemed as sharp as butcher’s knives. A slithering snake passed around me with no fear which made me shiver. The sun had seemed to boil my eyes and diminished my range. The gusts of sandy wind blew my mind away.

I heard myself groaning from dragging through the hot desert, as if I was a sloth. I drank water from the oasis. It tasted better than eating at a huge buffet, from all the walking. I heard my pet lizard whisper from my shoulder. It told me to find a shelter because the desert will become very dark. I made my way into a cave. I found shelter.

I gazed at the stars. There were billions of them. They seemed as bright as firework. I went into the cave to get some sleep.

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When I entered the forests I immediately saw the trees standing like statues.The lake showed the reflection of the location while the grass was ripe and green.

I hear the gusting wind speeding across the land.The birds sang songs of nature.The lake swished perfectly with the trees rustling.

I smelt the fresh boggy air in the atmosphere and the scent of excitement of whats next.

I tasted the grossness of the mud and the water as smooth as silk and fresh with no flaws.

I felt the air in the palm of my hand with my foot squishing the mud I felt the swiftness of the nature built around me.