It is said that long ago there lived a moody teenaged-girl that stood over the Tamaki River and they called her ‘ Fire of a Volcano ‘ ( Her real name was Maungarei ). Many, many people found her personality to have a sort of unhinging vibe towards her when first meeting the envious-brat. Not only that she had no sportsmanship whatsoever making her the perfect daughter to have if you wanted to go bankrupt or make you lonely. She was an absolute dunce not to mention nobody wanted to know her or even exist in the same world as her ! But on this particular day there she had finally been beaten of arrogance , 18 – 46 she had never got thrashed more in her life. Rugby had been her lifeline, practically being her only joy in her unfifilling life, and now with the only thing you can enjoy being beaten at it, well let’s say it did not go well.
“ Help !” shouts of terror had been heard.
“ I told you I want to win ! “ she demanded,
“ You shall know my wrath “ ! Maungarei exclaimed,
She soon spiraled out of control, she swung at anything that crossed her sight, turning the whole town upside down ! Her luck came to an end with the witch on the horizon.
” OWCH ! WHAT WAS THAT FOR ? ” the witch yelped
” OH SHUT UP STOP BEING A SOOK ! ” hissed Maungarei
” Says the person with anger issues… ” smirked the witch, Maungarei forced the poor old lady onto the ground, but a final push sent the witch into a fuming state of emotion. ” That’s it ! ” thundered the Witch ” I’ve tried to be nice and I think you might have sent you back to Papatuanuku, to think about your actions ! ”
” Ohhh, what are you going to do about it, that’s right you can’t do ja- “
Suddenly the clouds started to accumalate in the once blue sky , the witch had now begun to chant these unknown languages very loudly. The intensity of the moment had started to solidify, ” No more second chances, time to be reminded of what you are . Go to sleep and use this time wisely to reflect” declared the witch. Her existence fading, transforming into the thing that she had been called many, many times a studious volcano but on the very brink of her transformation she cried out,“ I will have the last say !”, now she sleeps with violence in her mind. Silence…
Well that is what we thought would happen , little did we know that all that anger, envy, and all sorts of bad things began to build up being fed to the mighty explosion that destroyed half of the town… This time she wasnt speaking from her mouth yet simply exploded with fury, quite literally.Being amidst all of this destruction, pain and chaos it was at that, that everything had clicked she used to wonder why it seemed that everyone became her opposition when really she was the one that switched teams. To top that all off she hadn’t been making it any better, only worse, grief struck first hitting straight to her heart, then pain, anxiety, depression lingered. The quakes of distress ceased to exist now she forever cries in spirit.
In the topic of Writing we had been learning on what a pourqoui story is and what it is all about, and what it is, is that a pourqoui story is a ‘why story’ where it explains how it happemed and why, but mor in a more child-friendy, fun way ! Interestingly enough is that the word ‘pourqoui’ itself in the french dictionary means ‘why’ therefore giving the title of why story to be a pourqoui . To show our knowledge of the why story we had been assigned to create a pourqoui story, about why Mount Maungarei sleeps, using the pourqoui framework our teacher had previously taught us how to use,and also with the helpful assit of Adobe Express that helped us paint a picure on what the situaton looked like, and to do his we used short prompts to describe what we wanted !
