Excerpt From My Narrative 

Ashleen-

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Shailene faked a smile, but behind it pain rocketed thru her chest like bullets in a warzone. She was drained, the pressure was on, harder than ever before. This week would be when the final team of Dauntless would be made. It was tough, it was risky, it was the detector of the worthy.

Paragraph 7:A few minutes passed when suddenly Ansel broke the silence. He looked up...

Shailene knew his coming announcement wasn't one he found easy to say. Through gritted teeth and tensed hands and a smile dominated by worry he muttered: “We can’t go back” His quiet words echoed in her mind immensely.  She began to sniffle. His muscular arms comforted her as she hugged him. It's okay, he smiled. But deep down they both knew that just like hers his heart was breaking.

the hero of a nation

                      the hero of a nation

Training so hard...exhausted...every day only five hours sleep and I've had enough.

It all started on my fifth birthday.From that day on i knew…I had a feeling

that I was gonna be an All Black.

I started playing rugby at the age of three and when i was about five years old I took rugby seriously and had dreams of becoming an All Black.

My biggest support was my parents I loved my dad because he always took me to rugby games.He also had dreams of becoming an All Black but fell short so he thought the closest thing to becoming an All Black was to be a fan and support me.My mum and dad were great support they would take me to all my games and even All Black games.You could say...I was obsessed with rugby.

by: Ryan Forde