LACHLAN’S EXPERIENCE IN THE SNOW.
The engine spluttered and died.
My boots crunched on the crisp snow as I walked towards the front of the truck to check out the engine.
‘I can’t believe this,’ I thought to myself, this truck had broken down again. My chain was no sooner broken by the weight of the truck shifting to one side. Slowly I tilted my head upwards to see the fur coat of a polar bear. The bear’s breath reeked, it’s body odour as well.
I sprinted towards the back of my truck hiding behind it. I would be lucky to get out of this.
LACHLAN = YEAR 8