Joe Hawke in the apple tree.

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Alma

HIgh Flying giraffe( Erich)

Today we did something very insane and interesting. My mates and I were walking through a winding passage, a tunnel that had shiny white tiles and a camera that was watching our moves. One of my mates stopped to check out the camera, I just kept walking, keen to get to my destination. I could hear their hooves clapping on the ground, clip, clop, clip, clop like a ticking clock.

My mates and I stopped walking. One of our friends ran wildly with excitement. I heard the rhythmic clip speed up to a snappy pace. As we reached our destination I sniffed the air and smelt a chemical waft of chlorine. I felt the nervousness rise. Butterflies flipping around in my tummy as I thought about the impending situation.

We came to a halt spreading out and forming a line. When it was almost my turn, I spotted my friend hanging upside down catching and flipping my friends into a deep pool. Each of my friends entered the water doing different acrobatic positions. Suddenly I am terrified, like a possum in the headlights. My turn next, I ran in fear. I jumped and asked my friends, β€œplease catch me.” Instead, I bash into my friend’s strong protruding chin that helps me flip backwards all the way down, down, down into the pool. Splash! Head first.

After entering the water I felt the cool cold breeze through my furry skin. My pulse quietens down as I realise I am okay. I notice the calming sky blue water as I rise up out of the water. Gasping for air I surface out of the freezing shivery pool. My legs find it hard to move. I finally get out of the water and line up with my mates along the side of the pool. We bow our heads low and have a sneaky drink of the water at the same time.
I suddenly smile at the fun experience I just had.

Looking Back

My Mind is fullΒ  of worried thoughts asΒ  I listen to the loud explosions of bombsΒ destroying the city. As the buildings crash down and the windows smash.

I see people scared as they run to escapeΒ  the falling buildings and soldiers marchingΒ  loudly shooting their weapons.

My nose is filled with smoke and dust from the fire as the building continue to be destroyed. I can hear and seeΒ  families crying all around me. They seem to be running for their lives. There areΒ  people that are injured and stumbling.

When I look back I see everyoneΒ  filled with sadness. I close my eyes and feel the blinding sight ofΒ  black, while hearing the sound ofΒ  a gun shooting.Β