• I had an eerie feeling before i went on the chair left. Its rusty sound was getting on my nerves. There was no one one sight. I wanted to get off but it was to late. For a change i wanted to off the map. Not the kiddy mountain we go on every winter break. The forest was pitch black. Not a sound was heard. It started to snow hard. Every piece of the snow falke looked as if they were mini white delicate feathers. It was cold. My bangs were getting on my nerves.
    Cloe was gossiping. Zoe was playing with her hair. "Are you sure were on the right mountain?" asked Cloe. "yeah"i lied. But i didnt know we we were going to die.