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Journey to the Top of the Mountain

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Kristi Gregory

on 3 August 2015

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Transcript of Journey to the Top of the Mountain

Journey to the Top of the Mountain
A story by Miss Gregory
The mountain was tall and spooky, stretching higher than I could see. It was cold, so cold I could see my breath misting before me. I adjusted my backpack and checked my shoelaces were tied. I knew climbing this mountain by myself was going to be a challenge, but the other guys at school had dared me, and I was determined not to wuss out!
Complication - Event 1
After an hour or so of hiking, I stopped on a rocky outcrop for a rest. I opened my backpack to find my water bottle and my map. I found the water bottle immediately, but the map...where was the map?! I dug through my backpack. Surely it was here. It had to be here! I tipped everything out of my backpack, but sure enough, there was no map in there. All I found was food, water, a torch, and a random whistle left from football practice.
What was I going to do? That map had the trail to follow. Without it, this hike was going to be impossible! I looked down to see if I could find my way back down, but the path was too steep for a descent. I knew there was a sign at the summit, with directions of how to get back down.
Gulping, I gathered my belongings into my backpack and turned to face the summit. I would have to climb the mountain. Without a map.
Complication - Event 2
Hiking the mountain without a map was really tough. Sometimes the pathway I chose was too difficult, so I had to backtrack. I kept going, aware that I did not want to be stuck on this mountain when the sun set.
Suddenly, my foot slipped underneath me. I gave a yell, and tried desperately to grasp the ledge above me, but it was no good. My fingers slipped, and I started to skid down the mountain. I flung my arms out to stop my slide. Rocks scraped against my hands and my arms, grazing them, but I still fell.
I landed on a ledge feet-first. I felt a stab of sharp pain in my left ankle, and then it folded underneath me.
After a few moments of lying, dazed, I tried to stand. My ankle buckled again. My heart sank. There was no way I could climb with that ankle!
I woke suddenly. Daylight streamed over the rocks around me, and I blinked. I had survived the night! Tears of relief ran down my face. I searched through my backpack for food and water, but I had consumed it all before I went to sleep. My stomach rumbled and my throat ached with dryness.
Then I heard it. A distant shout. Excitement leapt through me. Someone was climbing the mountain. I stood as best as I could, leaning against the mountain for support. "Over here! Help! Help me! Over here!"
I listened, but couldn't hear any response. Maybe they hadn't heard me? I yelled again, louder this time. Still no response. No! I needed to get their attention somehow. Then I remembered my whistle. I ripped my backpack open and dumped everything on the ground. There it was! Clutching it in my hand, I blew it, over and over.I stopped and strained my ears to listen...there! The voices started coming closer. I whistled like my life depended on it...which it probably did.
After what felt like hours, a man and a woman climbed over the ledge, all concerned faces and exclamations. I collapsed on the ground in relief. I was saved!
Thank you!
Complication - Event 3
I sat on that ledge for hours, yelling almost constantly for help.
Night started to fall. My voice was hoarse, and gave way as tears sprung from my eyes. It was so cold, and becoming so dark. I did not know if I would survive the night. I certainly did not know what I was going to do if I did.
I huddled close to the mountain, drawing my jacket around me. It was totally dark now. I tried to stay awake, on the very slim chance that someone would be hiking at night, but the fatigue of hiking and injuring myself overwhelmed me. My eyes closed and I leaned back against the mountain, giving in to sleep.
When I was safely in the helicopter, I looked through the window. We were flying over the top of the mountain.
I hadn't climbed to the top. But I had still reached it. This would definitely be a great story to tell at school this week. Now I wondered what I could dare the other boys to do.
Falling Action
The woman started inspecting my injuries as the man pulled out-thank you!-a mobile phone. He rang the emergency services as the woman wrapped my ankle.
I lay there, too tired and relieved to do much.
After a little while, I could hear a helicopter hovering above. Another man came down and strapped me into a special bed. The helicopter blades rotated far above me as I swung up, up through the sky.
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