The Icy Slope
Fritha, 10I’m shaking. My knees feel like jelly. I want to go back but I keep going forward and whoosh! My sister skis past me, speeding ahead. There is no way I am going to lose this race! My hands tighten the grip on my poles and I start to ski. My skis flatten the ice as I speed around rocks and ice chunks. The wind whips at my face and tickles my nose as I whiz down the slope. Mt Ruapehu… My special place.