Last Push To The Summit

• Claudia Long, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2009

The air was thin and precious like a sparkly diamond as
clear as the wind.
The months, weeks and days were long and tiring. I would
dream about getting to the summit at the top of Mount
Everest, the mountain we were climbing.
The extraordinary sun had just rose on the mountains
making them gleam and shine.
Everyone woke up and started to get ready to do the last
push up the summit.
Everyone was ready to go so we started calmly.
After an hour of walking we were getting closer and I could
see the summit.
The summit looks like a point of a sharp pencil.
Suddenly I fell over a bulky rock and received a nasty
cut.
The cut was oozy and red like a hot chilli. It had had tiny little
specks of dirt on it. The blood was a rushing steam in a
lush green valley.
My kind friend Molly gave me some ice cold water to gush over it.
The water felt so nice and cool on my right knee.
We were in a group of five.
We had to train and train to climb this mountain. It was hard work but it was worth it.
The pain in my knee was terrible but I handled it.
Just as I looked up the mountain we were a couple of 100
metres away from the summit.
We were getting closer and closer to it.
I was getting so excited.
Then………I had reached the top of Mount Everest.
The view was incredible. The mountains next to us
had snow on them were beautiful. They shined and glowed
like kids glow sticks.
The clouds surrounded us like a coat and the valleys down below our feet it was like we were soaring.
For a couple of minutes the pain on my knee went
away.
All I could do was smile.
By Claudia Long