The Journey to NZ

The Journey to NZ - by Kaja

My name is Kaja, and I’m going to tell you my story about me and my family, and how we had to escape. It all started when I was 10. Our town was quiet and peaceful at first. I went to school with all my friends and even some of my family were there too, But I was a bit bored at school because it was a normal day. Unlike fun days I have with my friends. It was cloudy and almost rainy. I had a bad feeling for some reason, as I walked down the classroom halls. Before I could take another step a huge bomb went off and I fell over and everyone at the school started screaming! 

The bells were ringing and the teachers were running over to children and telling them to run and flee the town with their parents. As I tried to get up and run, a teacher rushed over to me as more bombs went off. I was scared and upset and worried about my mum and dad. The teacher yelled out to me. “Run Kaja! Get out of the school before another bomb goes off!” I started running to the exit as the teacher went to go warn other children. I sprinted as fast as I could out the school exit across the school yard then towards my home, I looked all around hoping my parents would be there. I opened the front door to my house as quickly as I could hoping my parents would be there. I stopped in the hallway and yelled my mum and dad’s name. “Mum, Dad! Are you there!” I yelled and tears rolled down my cheeks.

I jogged into my parents room and found mum and dad in a rush packing all of their special things. “Mum! Dad!” I yelled and mum turned around and ran up to me giving me a squeezy hug. “Kaja!” she yelled. “ we were looking everywhere for you but we saw you coming I was going to come and help you but-” Before mum could finish her sentence another big bomb went off, it was very loud. Dad turned around and gave me a hug too. “ pack your things quickly!” Dad said. “Ok!” i said as i ran to my bedroom. Mum and dad quickly packed their things. As I ran to my room and got my special things like my Sketch pad, a pencil, rubber and some clothes I packed it all into my school bag, But before we left I ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apple and a biscuit. Mum and dad were waiting in the hallway as I ran out and grabbed their hands. We ran out the door as bombs went off, and gun fires shot all around us. I looked back at our house as a bomb dropped onto it as It blew up into a million pieces destroyed as the bomb went off. I started crying as pieces of wood and glass flew across our yard. I turned back and around and held mum and dad’s hands tightly. 

We ran out of the town and over the roads. We had no vehicles either. So we had to flee our town by walking and running. People were screaming and yelling and escaping as quickly as they could.  Me, mum, and dad knew this was going to be a long journey ahead of us. 1 month had passed and we were being loaded onto a plane to fly to a refugee camp. I was nervous and worried about life there, but we had to go. I could tell by the look on my mum and dad’s faces that's this won't be very fun. After the flight we arrived in the refugee camp. Everything looked boring and old and I knew it was going to be boring. It smelt bad, it looked boring and it was hot. As I looked around I saw soldiers with guns and barbed wire fencing to keep us all out. We walked over to our tent as I pulled my apple out of my bag and bit a chunk out of it. 

Our life in the refugee camp was going to be hard. 8 months later we were told we could finally move out of the refugee camp and off to NZ. I was excited but nervous at the same time. My mum and dad were happy to, but yes, also nervous. I could tell by the look on their face. 1 day later we arrived in NZ. I was nervous but excited because we were going to move into our new house. As we walked down the street we looked at our new house. It had white wooden walls on the outside and windows spaced out on the walls. We walked through the yard and into the house. I was so happy because the house was nice inside, it had brown shelves and nice curtains and more. “This house is really nice.” I said with a nod. Dad agreed and so did mum. We all knew our life was going to be better.