My Solar System

Camp Writing

Chapter 1

“Dang” I murmur as a cut my toe on the flax. The walk to the mud run is going to be a painful one. Blood stains the bottom of my foot as I limp towards the muddy course. Along the way we encounter two fences that we have to step over. To get over them there is a bench there is a stepping stool. Luckily the fences are not electric and I do not shock myself.

After a couple of minutes we reach the mud run. As expected it looks very muddy.

“Sit down everybody” says Ms. Gordon.

Ms.Gordon has black hair and sunglasses. Everybody obed  very slowly because they were really excited. And I don’t mean excited, I mean , Hyperactive.

Looking down into the muddy depths I could see Hudson crawling swiftly across the mud. He was obviously set out there to cheer people on. “Hudson, Hudson, Hudson” the class yelled.

Ms. Gordon started calling people out in groups to do the Mud Run. Sadly all my friends were called out in the same group but I wasn’t.  A minute later I was called out. I was so jittery. I walked across the grassy hill towards the Mud Run. But barring my way into the Mud Terror was a gate. So I simply walked around it.

But now there was another challenge. A steep grassy hill. I could twist my ankle on that I thought. So slowly and carefully I edged down it. Luckily there was a rope! Unluckily there were heaps of rabbit holes and stones!

After thirty seconds I was at the bottom and I was in the wrestling ring.    

Chapter 2

“ Ladies and gentleman welcome to Tom vs. Mud run” call’s the official. “The first move the mud run throws at Tom is misleading grass path. And look!  Tom is confidently striding down it. Now look the Mud Run has thrown some mud at Tom. And what is he going to do? Wait. He is jumping into it and splashing around like crazy. Look! the Mud Run must be feeling good today because he’s thrown in a rope to help Tom get through. But that really sparked Tom’s temper. Now he’s jumped out of the mud and is sprinting across Mud Runs stones.What? Tom has jumped half of the Mud Runs pit. Now he’s covering the mud in glue! Now this is going to be a challenge. He’s struggling. He’s refusing any help. Guess what? He escaped out of the Mud Runs evil clutches yet again.  20 to the Mud Run 15 to Tom. We will be having a short break. Click.

Chapter Three

The line was big. People were getting stuck and the teachers were stuck as well! It was if glue was mixed in with mud. Eventually it was my turn, so I bomb’d right into the sticky glop. It was up to my waist and I was stuck! I tried to pull myself along the yellow rope but I wouldn’t budge! I can do this I thought to myself as I looked at the muddy bank. My legs starting straggling around and my arms franticly pulling me along the rope.  Eventually I got to the bank ( With a little help from Mr R) And flung myself right into the next stage of the Mud run!

Chapter four

“Welcome back ladies and gentleman said the announcer.  The score is 15 20 to the mud run. Tom need’s to gain 6 more points to win!” He’s throwing himself into the next part! Now look the Mud Run getting tired! So his special move is not working! It’s only throwing a tiny amount of mud at Tom! So he has a new tactic embedding his knees into the slime and crawling along. He kneeing the mud run right in the face. That gotta hurt! We are going to give Tom five points for that maneuver.  The mud run and  and Tom are neck and neck. Tom’s about to get out he takes a gigantic leap and finds himself out of the mud run. He deserves 10 points for that.

Chapter 5

I jump for joy as I leap out of the evil clutches of the mud run!  I did it! I feel a leaping sensation in my stomach as I, bravely stride out of the evil depths of mud. I covered in mud but still smiling I am so happy.

The end

Pigeon Impossible: Pick a path

Pigeon Impossible: Pick a path

Who am I?

Swimming Manawatu opens

My hands clutch the grippy surface of the white blocks,

Take your marks…

My heart starts going at one million miles per hour,

Boop!

Quickly I dive into the ice  cold water. I do four butterfly kicks by pushing my belly to the bottom of the pool and my butt to to the surface. It propels me just about two or three metres past the flags which is five metres out from the wall. As soon as I come up I pace myself  for the frantic fifty metre sprint. My arms are going like windmills and my legs are doing powerfully freestyle kicks and making tall white fountains of foam.  My lungs burn as I swim but I “just keep swimming” ( Dory’s quote he he he) The only thing I think about is beating my pb (personal best) which is forty- two seconds. Out of the corner of my eye I can see other swimmers swimming faces red with determined expressions on. Suddenly i spy the a black line. That must mean I have one more metre to go! I slam into the wall and stand up while ripping my cap and goggles off. About a second later I hear two whistles which is the sign that I have to get out of the pool because another race is about to start. I go up to three timekeepers who are clutching clipboards and comparing times. “Time?” I ask. “37.43” they reply.                   

Later that day at the prize giving I hear the announcer call two other names for my event. Eventually he has called one person for bronze, the other for silver, who was getting gold? Suddenly the loud speaker went: Tom Brown from dannevirke swimming club. I went up stepped onto the podium and leaned down so an old guy could put a medal around my neck.

                                       The End