Dark clouds started to fill the sky as the waves began to grow and climb on top of each other. Little droplets turned into dollops of water. They fell on my wings, weakening them, sending them worse. I carried on, knowing she was waiting for me, for me to come to her. Waves tried to snatch me out of the sky, to gobble me up. If only I set off earlier, if only the hawk hadn’t attacked me, if only I hadn’t rested, then I wouldn’t have been taken through this life-threatening journey. Like battling soldiers, the waves crashed against each other. Some would have given up; others (like me) wouldn’t give up that easily.
By Tamzin – Quartz Class