It was the 3rd of March and Room 7 and 10 from Fendalton School were on camp at Hanmer Forest Camp site. Group A, thats the group that I was in Alex McNicoll were about to go to meet our instructor and go to the tallest thing in the world. Mr Norton our sport teacher was talking about who our instructor was and what we would be doing.
“Group A”, Mr Norton said, “will be with Heather.”
Heather came to get us and took us to our doom.
Heather told us all the rules. She told us to put on a harness. I looked over and saw it. The tallest thing in the world!! It was the size of two sky scrapers and we had to climb it. The misty air up in the sky was big and strong. I probably couldn’t see up there let alone survive up there. Luckily there were smaller things that I could climb so I started with that.
I tried the first one it was scary still. I tried the second one IT WAS FREAKY.
It was time, time to climb the world. I started climbing. I was up to the misty air I could just see this is going to be my death. I could see the top just. I stabbed my sharp claws into the hard surface. Oh no I fell I was falling really slow I must be gliding down.
It turns out that I was being slowly let down. So this wasn’t going to be my death.
by Alex
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