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In English we had to write a story about Matariki. Being me I decided to write a totally irrelevant story about God knows what. Some people in my class enjoyed it so I decided to post it here. Please enjoy. (Keep in mind that in not a total wizz in English, so please ignore any mistakes) I could feel the warmth spilling in from the other room. The glowing heat cheered me up. I peered into the lounge. Grandpa was waiting for me. He was sitting in a wine-red silk smokers jacket on the soft, inviting couch. “Ahh boy, sit here,” he said, patting the spot next to him. The fire was roaring as its flames flickered up the chimney. I slid