Killer Hill One wrong step could lead me to my doom. I clutched onto a flimsy vine, thinking to myself no wonder it is called Killer Hill. I felt an overwhelming fear. The crusty green leaves on the trees engulfed me in their arms.
I glanced in front of me, mud. I cautiously took a detour around the mud. Crack! I thought it was the deceased tree but it was... my feet destroying everything I stood on.
A sigh of relief came over me like a gush of wind. I had conquered my fear, after having heard atrocious things about it. I had clambered down killer hill. I will dread doing this again.
By Hannah
Rugby
The gusty wind smashed into my face. Rippling
I glanced in front of me, mud. I cautiously took a detour around the mud. Crack! I thought it was the deceased tree but it was... my feet destroying everything I stood on.
A sigh of relief came over me like a gush of wind. I had conquered my fear, after having heard atrocious things about it. I had clambered down killer hill. I will dread doing this again.
By Hannah
Rugby
The gusty wind smashed into my face. Rippling