“I’m trying to hold on!’ he shouted, as he was clinging to the car door, after speeding the wrong way, because earlier we had taken no notice of the sign.

We hit the gravel road and spun, side swiping a tree while the back end of the car flung round hanging over the edge of a cliff. 

I smelt the fear coming off Ryan as he clung to the door, swinging.  I tried my best to move but was frozen, my white knuckles showing as I clung to the steering wheel and the beads of sweat rolling down my face.

MATTHEW = YEAR 8