Jake Sinclair-Adams

Jake Sinclair-Adams was lying in his bunk on a boat going back to New Zealand when he had a flashback of him sitting in his friend’s Gold Coast house, eating his breakfast when there was a knock on the door.

It was the postman. He gave Jake a letter and walked off. Jake opened the letter.It said...

Dear Jake, 

You have to come back to New Zealand. I got a letter from the war office yesterday and it said that you have to join the New Zealand army! They know you’re with the Australian army so they know you’re good. 

Safe travels,

Mum.

A couple of days later Jake was on a boat travelling back to New Zealand.

Jake was a average sized nineteen year-old and was having his twentith birthday very soon. He had light brown hair and sky-blue eyes. He worked as a trainer at the Austrailian War Academy (AWA), and was a very determined individual. Jake was smart, funny, very loyal and used to live near the city of Wellington, on the hills.

It felt like a very long ride but then Jake felt the engine slowing down and stopping. Jake got off to see a very tall and staunch man. 

He walked over to him and said, “How was the trip

Jake?”

By Zeb. Year 6, Room 11 2010