WATCH OUT FOR THE SIGN MITCHELL!
I dash out the door, my friends Liam and Noah tramping behind me, then we clamber into my rusted 2007 Ford Taurus. Speeding along the curved road, I wave ‘hi’ to my neighbour.
“Where you going Luke?” he shouts.
“Sorry, can’t talk right now,” I yell back at him.
Driving towards the forest, we took no notice of the sign at the entrance, as we are surprised to see trees the height of skyscrapers! I’m amazed I didn’t realise that I was heading straight for a hillside railing.
Liam and Noah yell at me to turn, but it’s too late.
MITCHELL = YEAR 7