"A distant howl broke the silence"
"Come on, time to go!" I heard Mum shouting. I quickly jumped off my
bed and grabbed my green rucksack. On the way out of the bedroom I
whipped my baseball off the peg and sat it on my head. Down the stairs
I ran and stroked the cat on my way out. It was time to go.
I spent the last week packing and unpacking my bag. I was so excited
that I couldn't think about anything else. This was finally the day I
had been looking forward to for the last two months. The calendar in
my bedroom had a countdown on it, and I crossed off each day as it
passed. Today was the day of our camping trip.
I rushed out of the house eager to get into the car and Mum shut the
house door behind me. It looked as though we were going to hold a car
boot sale. There were bikes fixed carefully to the boot, fishing rods
strapped on top of the car and sleeping bags, pillows and suitcases
piled into the boot. I carefully opened the boot of the car, not
wanting to knock the bike rack off and threw my bag inside. Mum opened
the front car door and started the engine. Dad was sitting in the
front passenger seat, fiddling around in the glove box for some music
to put on. My brother and sister were in the back of the car fighting
over who was going to sit by the window. As the car reversed off the
drive I was thinking about the two weeks ahead of me. My face lit up
at the thought of roasting marshmallows, campfires, fishing and
trekking the woods.
A soft, blue sky with wispy clouds, a bright yellow sun with a gentle
breeze; the weather was perfect. Dad finally found the CD he was
looking for and pressed th...
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...ep, how on
earth they all got to sleep with my Dad's snoring is a question
without an answer. It was pitch black. I tried to adjust my eyes to
the very dim light and glared out the window trying to see what was
outside. Stars. Lots of stars. Stars so bright they were tiny torches
shining from the night sky. It was silent. No noises could be heard.
My Dad had finally stopped snoring and I felt tired. I was just about
to drift off when I awoke. What was that? I felt the hairs on my neck
stand upon end. A distant howl broke the silence. What on earth could
the noise be? Was it simply the howl of a nearby dog or did some sort
of bear make it? My eyes opened wide. I wanted to wake everyone up but
couldn't speak. The pure shock of what I just heard had stunned my
body. My tongue had frozen inside me and I was lost for words.
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