OLIVIA AND THE ANCIENT GOLD.
The blaring noise of the helicopter rings in my ears as we soar over the sparkling ocean.
In the distance I spot an island.
“Look, I think it’s the island we’ve been looking for!” I shout over the noise.
We land and begin to seek for lost treasure and mountains of priceless jewels.
Hours later I say, “I must rest, we’ve searched for ages.”
“Yeah, same,” my pilot replies.
I fiddle with my viola keychain as I eat my eggy sandwich.
I zip up my bag and a glimmer catches my eye.
“Oh, we found it,” I gasp, “ancient gold!”
OLIVIA – YEAR 8