by
Hannah
'mon Katy," my sister called, "Don't be such a chicken."
Let me tell you what was going on. Today was a warm July day, and we were camping in Gosheel Provincial Park. My little sister Abbie, and my older sister Elise, decided we should go on a hike. We headed towards Mt. Shikkamu. We were walking along the mountain, when I tripped and fell into a deep hole. The sides were very steep, which made it nearly impossible to climb out of, especially for an eleven year old like me. Here's the worst part. The hole was near the ocean, and the tide was slowly approaching. My hands were trembling. How could I manage to get out in time? My big sister had gone for help, which left Abbie screaming at me to climb. "You can do it! Just climb!" the eight year old yelled in a worried voice, "Don't give up! You'll make it!" But I wasn't so sure. The water had reached my ankles, and the nearest people were at least a mile away. My sweaty palms gripped the crumbly edge of the hole but it was no use. I was almost positive this would be my final hour. Tears poured out of my eyes. I knew I could not make it, the hole was nearly twenty five feet deep. I prayed to live but soon the water had reached my elbows. You might think I would float up with the water to the surface, but the water only came in about eleven feet high so I would try to stay afloat but it would not take long for my arms to tire. The water was seven feet deep now and no help had come.Suddenly a strange face peered over the edge. "She's alright," the person said. "But she won't last long. Let's move!"
The man dissapeared and soon a woman was being lowered down by a rope. I was hardly awake, but whoever it was had come just in time. My arms did one final stroke and collapsed. The woman grabbed me in her arms and I don't think I have ever felt so grateful in my entire eleven year life. And thanks to Elise and everyone else it will last a long time. The people plopped me in an ambulance and rushed to a hospital. They released me the next morning and I remember lying beside Elise in our black station wagon. "I'm so glad you're okay." Elise said. I looked up at her and said simply, "Me too,Elise, me too."
And that night I crept into Elise's bed and before drifting off to sleep I whispered, "Thank you."
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