Rushing through the prickly bushes I hear my friend yelling and screaming for help. 

‘I’m trying to hold on!’ he shouted.

 I ran faster than ever before, feeling the wind blowing past my face, thinking about what is going to happen. I suddenly stopped at a cliff edge wondering where he was. 

I looked down, finding him holding onto his life with one tiny little branch. 

Luckily we were prepared and had packed a safety bag with a big rope. I quickly got the rope out and threw it down so that he could hold onto it and climb up.

EMMA = YEAR 7