THE DESERT

As I’m walking along the scorching hot sand, some gritty sweat drips from my forehead into my dry mouth.

Walking along the sun burns my skin. Water? Nope, that was just my silly imagination playing tricks on my confused mind.

The cactus dances in the heat. I’m as tired as a slug that has been slithering along for 10 days straight.

One second felt like a mile. I feel that if I took one more  step I will collapse into the sand.

As I gaze into the horizon, the yellow land looks completely decimated. Suddenly some sandy wind blows me around all over the place.

I  felt so skinny, my bones were sticking out of my exhausted body. My eyes feel full of gritty sand.

“Chippa choppa, Chippa choppa,” I look in the air and a smile spreads across my face. I throw my hands up in the air with all my energy and wave side to side. I was as eager as a bird that has been trapped in a cage for weeks.

The helicopter flies down to my rescue. “I’m FREEEEE!”

                BY ANNA