I start climbing a mountain but as I go higher, the darker it goes. So I stop for a rest.
I soon realised that I should have brought a tent. I try to sleep on the hard stone but it’s no use. I sit down on a tree branch and listen and read my book but I couldn’t, as the deafening screams echoed through the cold night.
Yes it was cold, yes it was dark but that was okay because I had a plan to get to the top and I will not give up. I shivered all night long.
ARABELLA – YEAR 6