Fishing... A Recount by Zaiden

I was waiting in class excited to go to the wharf. I felt nervous. When we got to the hall I looked around. I could see all the other kid's lines and bait catchers. It took ages to get out of the hall because the teachers kept on talking. The senior syndicate all lined up outside and began our walk. The long walk to the wharf was exhausting. I could see the smiles on all the kids faces and could hear the laughter when Mr Saili got out of his car. I thought it was cool that he came fishing with us. The wharf looked kind of small and I was surprised it fit all of us on it. I was freezing but excited at the same time when I lowered my line slowly into the water.

Next I waited and waited, the waiting got a little boring. I saw Osaiasi's bait catcher fly away and wave goodbye to him. He got frustrated but he laughed. I felt sorry for him. I walked over to get some bait. It smelt putrid. It was like the bait just disappeared into the water! Time was flying by as we were having fun. Then the time had come to finish and Mr Lintott said "Lines in kids!"

I was amazed I caught nothing. I had an awesome day and I felt tired from all the fishing and playing around. Our classes formed two lines and marched back to school. It was so muddy walking across the rugby fields. I was glad I had shoes! I washed my hands when we got back but the smell of bait just wouldn't go away.