Noho Marae

I could hear the loud whispers of children at the other side of the room. I wriggled around in my sleeping bag and groaned. It was quiet though so not many people heard me. The maori statues were creepy in the dark because I could see their eyes glaring down at me. I imagined them coming to life and attacking me for sleeping in their territory. The thought of it made me shake with fear. 

The room started to quieter down. Slowly, my eyes started to close.