Rio Dwyer claims she isn't much of a writer and doesn't really enjoy it so was surprised when her short story won an international award.
The Highlands Intermediate 12-year-old says art and PE are more her forte, but the competition looked fun so she decided to give it a go.
Rio, along with 19 of her year 7 classmates, entered the University of New South Wales international writing competition and she won the prize for the top score.
The competition involved picking a character with a particular emotion from a group photo and writing about it, and Rio scored 99 per cent for her effort.
"I picked a lady who looked like she was crying and had a toddler with her," Rio said.
"I just sort of made it up as I went."
Rio says she doesn't dedicate much time to writing and both she and her parents were surprised with her win.
"They were really happy for me and came along to assembly when I got my prize."
Rio plans to enter the competition again next year to add another gold medal, certificate and book prize to her collection.
Her classmate, Hannah Boniface, also scored a high distinction in the writing competition.
As the rain drips on the window I remember his kind face, his loving hands, his sweet smile. But that smile turned horribly wrong. His kind face turned into wicked eyes, his loving hands turned into harsh slaps and his sweet smile turned into a heartbreaking grimace.
I could put up with it at the start but when he started on little Johnny, I knew it was my time. We packed our bags and fled. I didn't know where we were going and I still don't. But I can't go back to Paul, I can't.
By now he'll be with some other girl, being nice and sweet, but that will suddenly turn sour. I can just hear him now. "Lisa you *****, do this, do that." "I'm not made of money".
Then SLAP. I stand there with my chin up high - I don't cry, he does. He holds me close and says soothing words. He says he's so so sorry. He goes out and buys me chocolate and flowers. I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for it.
Now looking out the window a tear drips down my face. Little Johnny wraps his tiny little arms around my neck and I think what have I done. I can't do this to Johnny, I've ruined my life . . .
By Rio Dwyer, 12
- Taranaki Daily News
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