Writing Anthology Term 1

29.03.2010
On New Year’s Day, Mum, Dad, Lewis, April and I we’re about to go on what was going to be the best holiday of the year with our boat, “Jump in jack”, to lake Taupo! The sea biscuits and water skis were all jam packed in the boat, while all of our bags were loaded in the Jeep. We were all set and ready to go. We set off on the boring, tiring, very long journey to the biggest, most fun lake in all of New Zealand. Sitting in the middle of the sun-struck Jeep, squished by my bigger brother and little sister because my sister was squealing about sitting in the middle. So, being the middle child, I had to sit in the middle of them thanks to that little devil that my parents made.

Finally, after it feeling like driving for 10 years we stopped in a small town called Putaruru for some lunch. We call it ‘Potato Root’ because we always stop there when heading north on a holiday and get fish ‘n’ chips for lunch. Walking into the fish ‘n’ chip shop, the smell of delicious thick cut chips filled the air. Then I thought to myself. Do I want a hotdog, or a piece of fish? But I didn’t get a choice. My dad bought a $15 dollar pack and a plate of chips. This shop was also a café so they served us the fish, hotdogs, and fritters on a plate and the chips were on another. “What do you kids want to eat?” My dad said in a ‘tired from driving’ sort of way. “Hot dog please.” my siblings chorused together. “Here you go you two. What about you Mitchell?” said my dad. “Um, Fish please.” “Here you go.” said dad. As I chomped down on the very tasty piece of shark, my mum poured some Coke into our glasses and she said: “grab some chips you guys”. “Thanks dad, thanks mum. This is delicious!” I said. The others said thanks too. Once we were all done, we left the café and set off as slow as a snail.

Like a miracle, we were finally at the Bach at 4:30. Walking inside as tired as a sloth, I fell on the couch, hoping for a sleep. But no. I was wrong. “Oi!” said Dad. “Come and unpack the Jeep!” So as sleepy as I was, I unpacked and gathered a thing and dropped them on the floor of my room with a big plonk! I looked around it. Oh no. I had to share it with, guess who? My sister. I knew that getting to sleep was going to be painful. With her reading till about 10 o’clock every night, and asking me numerous questions. Painful I tell you.

Just when I was about to doze off into ‘la la land’ I was shaken awake my brother. “Dinner time.” He said to me in a bored kind of way. “Sweet Bro. It’s about time.” I walked into the kitchen and gazed at the bench. “Whoa. An orange bench?” I said confused about it. “What’s for tea Mum?” “Ham on the barbeque.” She said. “Nice” I murmured to her. After eating, I finally had a time to go to sleep. This would be the perfect time to get to sleep without getting annoyed by my Sis.

I woke up. It was as silent as a graveyard. It was a bit creepy, so I decided to have some breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, I found out why it was so silent in my room. Because everyone was in the lounge watching T.V. This must have meant that I had a very long sleep. “Alright guys, let’s get going to the boat ramp” said Dad. “Already? I only just got out of bed!” I said. “That’s because it’s 11 o’clock.” He said. So without any breakfast I got my wetsuit on, put the biscuits in the boat and got into the Jeep.

Once we were at the boat ramp, I got out of the Car and waited on the dock because Dad, Mum, and Lewis had to get the boat off the trailer. Dad reversed the boat into the water, and suddenly stopped the car. This is how you get a boat off a trailer. The boat floated slowly off the trailer like a rubber duck. Lewis slowly pulled the boat over to the dock so we could get in. After that we got into our boat and sped off like we were going for a water speed record. Where were we heading you ask? We were going to a beach that you can only get to by boat. We were racing with another boat to get there. “The bounty hunter”. The person driving it was my Dad’s friend Craig McIntosh. He and his family were in it. They had come up to Lake Taupo at the same time as us so we decided to go to this beach together. Once we were there Craig and my Dad beached the boats and we unpacked them. We had a portable barbeque so we had a barbeque. BBQ Christmas ham, Venison sausages, Delicious.

Then Craig said, “Do you kids want a go on the hotdog?” The hotdog is a type of sea biscuit that is shaped like a hotdog, and is soooo fun! “YEAH!” we all said. There are 3 seats on the hotdog, but there were 5 of us. Me, April, Lewis, and also Craig’s sons Travis and Gareth. “Lewis, Mitchell and Travis, you 3 can go on first.” Craig said. So Travis, Lewis and I raced to the hotdog to get the adrenalin running.
Craig started up “The bounty hunter” with an outrageous roar from the engine. Vroom! We sped off like a cheetah on water. Drifting around the corner because we were going so fast! Then suddenly... SMACK! We all fell of the hotdog with a slap to our chests. Swimming up to the surface of the water, Craig drove the boat over to us to get into it. We hopped in it with a huff and a puff because the hotdog is very tiring.

Getting back to the beach, I saw my Dad cooking on the BBQ. Mmm! Lunchtime. My mouth was watering at the smell. Then He said: “We will go back home when we have finished lunch O.K?” “O.K” I said. So we ate the magnificent hamburgers and set off back to the Bach. “Man the rest of this holiday is going to be awesome” I thought to myself.

By Mitchell Holm