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Intro-

The glaring sunlight was beaming down like a radar in the sky, a disruptive clock ticking timelessly
through the air. An elusive bleeping sound screeches as many people scurry around the vivid room.
With a rigid and unpredictable chair holding an anxious boy with ghost quiet thoughts bellowing
through his brain. His Skin is as rough as a coarse elephant, with the sweat drops dripping from his
perspiring forehead. The legs of the boy quiver as the booming footsteps linger near, with his palms
becoming extremely clammy. As he lowered his head, he felt the hefty weight of his ancestors
around his scrawny neck. As the bellowing footsteps stop abruptly the wooden door screeches open
and a husky voice shouts “Bunjil, get in here now!”. Time stood still with the terrified boy nervous
trance broken. The wearied legs rose and stood attentive like a solider in battle with the future of
the boy ultimatley unknown.

Outside Office

- light was beaming down

- sitting on chair

- hearing the clock tick

- phone ringing

Character description

-Sweating beating from his forehead

-skin is like leather

- palms were clammy

-legs are shaking

- head goes down and necklace dangles weight of his ancestors around his neck

Door opens

Bellowing voice “ bunjil” by the principal

Broke the nervous trance he was in

Time stood still

Stood to attention
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As the fatigued legs stumble to the renowned oak door his arms drop as they feel heavy like lead.
With the boy’s neck slanted the past remains loyal as the eagle soars within his heart and thoughts.
One last glance at his reflection brings a sorrow image as the dark shadow loiters behind him. The
child is startled as he halts in front of the door. The sight of the excellent carved Mohgmame desk is
displayed by the eery flickering beam light above. Brightness in the glowing room enlights the child
of the quill pen attached by a feather of an eagle. As the bitter principal spots, him the boy
cautiously creeps into the unknown room, brash creeks of floorboards deafen the weary ears of the
child. The scent of the odorous tobacco smoke bellows throughout the room, as the wind rattles
against the shutters like sails on the Pacific Ocean. The croaky voice of ancient man shrieks out
“Show some respect, look at me now boy!”.

Walk

Legs shaking

Arms felt heavy

But the eagle around his neck held kept his head high

Floor so clean see the reflection of the dark shadow of his silhouette

In the office

Mohgmame desk

Beam light flashing

Quill pen of an eagle feather that remind him of his heritage

Going into the office

Causational creeping in this office with floorboards creaking

Smell of stale tobacco

As the wind rattled the shutters

Turning point

Voice screeched show respect Boy look at me

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The boy was in disbelief, terrified to look in the bloodshot eyes of the grouchy man in front him. The
thoughts of the frightened child ring through his brain as the holds his totem around his emaciated
neck. With the values and beliefs of the boys past ancestor’s reminding him to show manners and
respect which cause him to slowly incline his crusty neck to look into the principals’ pulsing eyes. The
lines in his slouched forehead are like train tracks in the west, eyebrows curled immensely like
eagles’ wings soaring through the sky and the pale cheeks turn to red roses in the fields. “ I’ve seen
you in here numerous times bunjil, you continue to defy the values and beliefs of this school. Your
outlandish behaviour remains to disrepute this place of learning and it will not be tolerated
anymore.” This was enforced abruptly by the man before him. With these words spoken the feelings
of the boy’s thoughts became disheartened and confusion embodied his mind. The recognition that
what he actually did was unclear became perplexed. Bunjils head tilts in confusion, he begins to
stare into the inflamed eyes of the principal searching for answers but there is none.

Neck

Boy didn’t know where to look

Tried to remember the words of his elders

The principles white face

Lines in forehead

Eyebrows curled

Beard hairs sharp as an eagle’s beak

Pale face was redness of his neck an unshaven jawline

Principal talking to him

Saying I’ve seen you in on numerous occasions

You continue to defy the values and beliefs of this school

Your outlandish behaviour continues to bring this school into disrepute

It will no longer be tolerated

Thoughts of the boy

Thinking what he has done that’s wrong

Reflecting on his encounters or behaviours

What could it be? He hasn’t done anything couldn’t recall

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Sauntering towards the timid boy gradually, clenching his forceful fist intensely and gritting his
pristine jawline causing is razor sharp teeth to grind away as the cold gaze pinpoints his target. With
desperation the boy takes a miniscule step back to retreat from the frightening headmaster. The
stale lips widen as he approaches the boy, the scent of stale mildewed whiskey tingles the boys’
nostrils. A realisation that this confrontation is actually a threat not a question this time. Rotation of
his shoulder is rapid like a rollercoaster; the finger fiercely points at the boy and screams “ You’re all
the same.” The arm of the headmaster lowers listlessly to the totem around the boys’ neck and
howls “This Bunjil, is not what you should live by anymore”. His arms quivered nervously as he is
reminded, he can saw like an eagle, wishing at this moment he could fly away and escape the fear
set in front of him.

Principal loses his professional

-principals waltzed towards him

-jaw clenched

-fist clenched

- eyes beaming on him

Boys thoughts

-takes a step back retreats

Smells the stale whiskey

-realisation that princepal is threating him

Princepal

-points at him

Says the racist remark ‘you are all the same’ dammed by the colour of your skin

Lowers his arm and says this is not the rule you should live by

Boys

His arms quivered nervously as reminding him that he can saw like an eagle wishing that at that
moment he could fly away and escape the fear
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With the principal dismayed and disgusted by bunjil the meeting was in turn over. As the miserable
boy named Bunjil left in a hurry, his thoughts were filled with grief and disappointment as the weight
around his neck was lifted and discarded to the dreamtime. With the child filled with realisation that
his culture is second-class, the connection between himself and the illustrious land he once loved
has been lost.