Juliette H. 3G

50 feet

 “Whoa!” my hands chocked the rope. My fingers were white. A sudden shock ran up my spine. That made my foot twitch of the ships net. With that I got tangled in the net. “Whoa!!” My hands chocked the rope. Beside the fact that I’m going to fall I’m in Wilton in a forest, climbing ships net! “Push on you’re left hand!” The instructor said. I tried, but it did not work. Suddenly my hand slipped of in pain and the rope evened out. “Now the tight rope.” I mumbled. So I grabbed the tight rope and pulled myself up. I was glad to be out the death trap. Right as I put a toe on the barbwire my mouth dropped and all my words were a mumble or a stutter. “Do want to come down?” The instructor asked. I mumbled yes but my head shook no. I clenched my fist and grasped the rope. I felt like I was going to cry like a baby. I looked down the diapered and I felt like I was choking. Maybe I could fall off and be ok? I thought. I kept on walking. Before I knew it I was on the ground. I was biting my nails and shaking.