OLIVIA’S STORY OF THE POLAR BEAR
I’m stranded on a small iceberg alone, feeling disorientated—no land in sight.
I’ve been isolated on this floating piece of ice for days.
The worst thing is I’m just a cub—An abandoned polar bear.
The clouds look like cirrus clouds, moving slowly across the sky.
I watch the thick mist swirling over the calm Arctic Ocean. That’s when I realise the least I can do is try. I lift my fluffy paw and step closer to the edge of the flat iceberg. Then I pounce into the water, causing ripples to enlarge and I begin my long journey to land.
OLIVIA = YEAR 8