On Friday the 17th of September, the whole of Pt. England had to dress up in pirate stuff. Some did and some didn't.
The night before pirate day, my dad stayed up and helped me decide what I was going to wear. He is so creative because he got his old white shirt, cut the sleeves, and put it on me. “You should wear this on you because pirates used to wear baggy stuff” he said. He is also creative because he got a soft toy parrot and pinned it onto my shoulder. He finally finished. My mum said “wow you look awesome.” I was standing like a statue in front of my mum.
I was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, a dark blue pair of jeans, an eye patch, a parrot and a piece of material on my head to make it look like a bandana.
“We are going in ten minutes” my mum said the next morning. “Okay” I replied. A few minutes later we left home. I started to get nervous. The minute my mum and I saw some Pt Englanders, we looked at them, and hardly anyone was dressed up.
By the time school had started I had already taken off most of my pirate stuff. In assembly my mum scanned all of room 15 (my class) to see where I was, but she couldn’t see me. So she looked again and spotted me on the end of the row next to my teacher and friend Richard. As soon as she saw me, I could see on her face that she was surprised to see I had no pirate stuff on.
As soon as assembly had finished every class went back to their rooms. Room 15 first ran to a white wall outside of the hall, then went to class. Some pirates from other classes were coming to see if anyone wanted to give a gold coin for the disco at lunch time. The whole point of the disco was to raise money for the Christchurch earthquake.
At the end of the day my mum wasn’t that annoyed at me for not wearing my pirate outfit because she had had a rough day at school. My dad was, because he had spent a lot of time and effort into my suit and I didn’t wear it.