Our team quickly strode to the auditorium with excitement . I jogged in and in front of me were a lot of red and green crates. Confused I stared at them. The crates looked so breakable that I was about to fling myself out of the auditorium. After listening to the instructions carefully, our team decided and agreed on, me to go first. So off I headed to the crate-climbing area. Crate after crate, I climbed higher and higher. My team strongly encouraged me and gave me some of their most astonishing experiences. At the maximum point, the crates wobbled and swiftly collapsed to the hard, wooden floor. I loudly screamed out with terror of frights. I bravely swung down to the hard, wooden floor. My team cheered me up.
During crate-climbing, our team argued with loud screamy voices. The conflict was extremely disagreeable that I got absolutely annoyed with it. Suddenly “STOP!” shouted Sumeet. Our group stopped with a quick fright. Our loud screamy voices lowered down to small whispery voices. Our group communicated with Sumeet, we talked to each other and the problem got fixed. The crates looked so breakable that my mind slowly filled with fears. I got absolutely shocked. My brain quickly flew away and I felt sleepy, really sleepy. The other part that astonished me was I only did nine crates.
By Terry Shen Room 8
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