As I climb Mount Terror with hope and fear, I get a shiver straight down my back. I can already feel the coldness on my cheeks as my face gets even more pale than before. With Oscar trailing behind me, I need to keep looking back, making sure he is ok. Oscar, is a fourteen year old boy with short, orange hair and blue eyes as dark as the sea. He has skin the colour of sandy beaches and loves to play football with his mates. Charlie on the other hand, is a beautiful, young girl aged thirteen and has long, blonde wavy hair the flows in the wind. She has skin the colour of snow and dark brown eyes. As Oscar and I climb higher we come across a set of rocks, a wonderful, blue lake with ducks and some trees with pure, white snow covering the green leaves that hang off the branches.
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White Terror
Short StoryTwo teenagers, Charlie and Oscar, have a wish. And that wish is to climb one of the most biggest mountains yet, Mount Terror. Dealing with avalanches and icey cold winds, do they survive their trip? Well read on to find out! ------ well this story...
