Killer Hill
We were at Kawau island. We dropped our bags and then we had to climb the vicious, dangerous Killer hill. I looked up and I felt I was going to be sick. We had to climb killer hill. I wondered why they called it killer hill...
We made our way up to the top. On the way up we were slipping and sliding down the treacherous hill, because of this I felt more determined to make my way up to the top. We still carried on. I could taste my salty sweat drawling down my warn-out face. I was sore and tired but I still carried on. I could hear branches snapping and Denzil’s voice going chat, chat, chat all the way up.
The trees were waving at us while we were walking up the brutal Killer hill. We saw Maori pits with lots of sharp sticks and lots of awesome things but was I glad to see the end. I jumped up in inspiration with the fresh air gliding me and I ended up in a big, gooey, disgusting pile of mud! The worst bit was it was sinking into my shoes. Blah!
S.G.
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