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An account of life at a small sole-charge New Zealand school

Monday, October 30, 2006

Adventure Story
Dad Cameron and I were driving into the bush. Dad lost the track. All of a sudden we started going down the bank. The car was rolling. Dad has forgotten his seatbelt but Cameron and me had ours on. The car finally stopped. Dad had died in the crash but Cameron and me were ok. We got out of the car. It was wrecked. I would be surprised if the engine still worked. It was in the after. Noon and we had to make a place to sleep. We decided to make a tree hut. Six hours later we had built a hut. We were going to go tramping but then we had crashed so we had all the gear. We had a room each. The next morning Cameron was complaining that I was snoring. We had had breakfast and than decided to make a go-cart. At diner time they had got it going pretty good. So we had to stay another night. The next morning we packed up some of our gear and we were driving up the bank I spotted the track. We had got a reserve tank. It took us ages to get back. Every few days we went back and worked on the hut. We made the go-cart better and then seemed around.
By Alan
Comments:
I am glad that is only a made up story & not a real one! It sounds like an adventure but it sounds a bit scary too. Keep writing :-)
 
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