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Post by Lauren on Jul 28, 2008 9:19:41 GMT -5
Sarah Lee Gintel walked carefully and silently to the foothills. She looked around to amke sure she wasn't follwed or hunted. Reaching toward the higher parts she grabbed at a small ledge and pulled herself up. She is fifteen. Her bow and arrow and tightly secured. She looked up and climbed higher. Now she was above the smallest of the trees in the forest. She reached higher and grabbed for the next ledge. Carefully she pulled herself over the tree tops. She could see clear over the forest and into Argo.
"Wow." she whispered.
She turned back to the rocks and, being excited to see more of the moutain, moved more quickly. She grabbed at ledge after ledge, swinging up higher and higher. But suddenly she grabbed at a loose ledge. It gave way and she quickly grabbed at a stronger one with her other hand. The loose ledge had sliced her hand. It hung, bleeding, while she clung to the stronger ledge with everything she had. It started to move and she knew she would fall. Tears streamed down her face. She would die.
"Please help!" she cried, "I'm falling!"
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