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The truck skidded to a halt, and dust swirled
around the tyres. The screech was huge but
the ngers grasping the vehicle were tiny, with
dirt rmly embedded under the nails. The two
children were oblivious to the differences that
should have kept them apart, and the anxiety
they were causing watching parents.
He'd spent his 6th birthday on a boat while
she'd had friends over for an afternoon
complete with clowns and a jumping castle.
"Mum said you came over on a boat," she
said to him, watching for his reaction. He
continued playing with the truck, his eyes not
looking at her.
"She also told me that it is rude to push in
They sat in silence as she waited for a reply
from her new friend. She had no idea about
the pictures that were ashing through his
head, like a nightmare being played over and
He had seen people starve, seen people
pushed overboard as they fought for the little
food they had. But what he had seen couldn't
compare with what he had not seen -- the man
arriving in the middle of the night to take his
mother away. A tear ran down the boy's face.
The ashbacks rolling around in his head, the
horrors he had faced to get here.
As she wiped the tears running down his
cheeks, he started to speak.
"It wasn't a very pretty ship, not like those
ones on TV."
Words slowly started to come out of the
young boy's mouth.
"I don't see Mum anymore. Dad said some
bad people took her away. He said they would
come back for us if we didn't get on the boat."
The girl did not understand why getting on a
boat could be such a bad thing.
"We used to have a nice car, but Dad said he
had to sell it so the bad people didn't catch
us. He said he used it to get the best seats on
The memories from the boat haunted the
boy, and he wondered again if things would
She sat there, dumbfounded for a time
before she asked, "Where do you live?"
In a quick reply lled with anguish he said,
"You don't want to know."
Each afternoon he watched children being
collected from the school by loving parents.
He imagined the warm homes they would be
going back to, and he envied the lack of worry
they had about going home to a safe place.
She had a confused daze on her face, and
started to think that he did not understand the
question that she had asked. Her small hands
cleared away the loose sand and and started
to draw with her nger hoping to create an
image in his head. She took a well shaped
rock and placed it in the middle of the town
she had made in the sand.
As she placed it she said, "The rock is the
Pointing to a stick, she whispered, "And I live
right about here."
Her ngers slowly traced along the sand
pointing to a large leaf poking out of the
ground. With a smile said, "And this is the
park, my favorite place in the world."
The boy didn't smile for the cruel reality was
that he would never have a home like hers. His
dirty ngers slowly wiped away the small town
the little girl had created.
"You can draw your home now, and your
She waited for the drawing to begin, and
was disappointed when he sat there, face
buried in his hands, unable to begin.
"Do you have a home to draw?" she asked
"I wouldn't call it a home, and I'm not sure if
it will be the same place next week. Dad told
me it's better not to tell people anyway." the
boy explained to his friend.
"I hope one day I can have a home like
yours. I hope one day I will not be scared
when I go home just in case someone has
taken my little brother away."
The girl realized that her new friend may
never have a home like hers, but her face lit
up with a smile.
"Maybe we can create a place where
everyone lives happily ever after and
everyone's safe." As she told the boy of her
idea, his hands started to create something in
"This is our house," he spoke as he pointed
to a piece of bark in the sand.
"This is where we'll get our food from, and
that place is where everyone can play without
having any problems."
They worked together adding all they could
think of to their magical new home.
Suddenly, the boy said, "This is my favourite
"It can be our place," she said smiling.
It would have to do for now.
Millie placed rst in the Inaugural
RGS Mandela Prize for creative writing.
by Millie Volck 9E
Year 7s: Yes we Canberra
Students Rachel Russell, Remy Funch, Anastasia Lewis and Catherine Cassidy compiled this report on the Year 7 Trip to the nation's capital in November.
After 8hrs (782km) on the bus we arrived in
Moree and rela xed in the soothing Moree
Spa Baths. The next day we said... hello to
Dubbo where we visited the amazing Western
Plains Zoo. [T]he standout for everyone
was the Siamang Monkeys who put on an
awesome performance, showing off their
swinging and jumping and incredible vocal
chords! While on our 583km journey down
to Jindabyne, we stopped to visit Cockington
Green, a wonderful miniature village,
lled with houses (old and new). After a
great after noon we collected Dr Moulds
[and] then drove the rest of the way to
Jindabyne. The next morning we set out to
Thredbo [and met] Stuart Diver who talked
to us about the 1997 Thredbo landslide in
which he was the only survivor. We then
climbed the tallest mountain in Australia,
Mt Kosciuszko. From there we went to the
highest court in Australia, where we learnt
all about The Constitution and the laws of
Austr alia. A fter a good night sleep we were
off to Parliament House where to see the
House of Representatives and The Senate.
Straight after lunch we went to the National
Film and Sound Archive. The next morning
we woke up ready for the National Museum
of Australia and designed what future cars
or houses might look like. At the Australian
War Memorial we placed a poppy next to
the name of each RGS soldier on the Roll
of Honour. From there we rock- climbed;
everyone had a great time and an even better
work out. We visited the Australian Institute
of Sport (AIS), too, where we participated in
simulated games and toured the facilities.
Questacon, The National Science and
Technology Centre in Australia, was another
highlight. One of our favourite activities was
the Free Fall where we dropped from a great
height. At Mt Ainslie we had our nal look
at Canberra and re ected on our journey.
It was an educational, fun, eye-opening
experience for us all.
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