My finger nails were scratching up against the stubborn hard tree. My arm was stretching out so far out to the next small plank of wood, inside my head I could just imagine a crack go through my collar bone and... BOOM! I would be out of action for 8 weeks.
´Come on Nina your so close to the top!´ Phoebe was yelling from down bellow. Don´t look down Nina, don´t look down Emily was shouting because I was so high up stuck in the branches.
Finally I had reached the top and the wind was hitting up against my face. Toast! I shouted anxiously just waiting to go flying down. And suddenly I feel the rope going slack so I know its time to start going down.
By Nina.W
Great descriptive story Nina
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Really loved your first paragraph Nina. Glad you didn't fall and break your collarbone.
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