Samantha, 11As we stumble up to the bare ground trees sway. The wind whips my hair we all set up or magnetic tents. We all get our first tree mail the trees cover the ground roots trip me up, Columbus looks every but no tree mail sitting there waiting for us.
Altogether we barge through everything to get to Mrs Vandy. We charge like elephants then we come to a stop.
As it becomes smaller and smaller I start to panic then all of a sudden mud covers my shoes. Then wetas talk to me as I walk through. We come to an old ladder all slippery “We are out.”