Write a short story half a page on any topic no copy paste for grade 8

We sat, huddled together in our tents to protect ourselves from the deadly cold. The camp owner was running around in his huge thermal coat, checking that everyone had come back from hiking on the Great Ocean Road. Some of the older kids were by the tents messing around with a lighter they found in the leaders cabin, but no one took notice of them as we were all far too cold to think. Once the manager had finished rushing around, he joined us in the huge gazebo. ‘Ben, instead of messing around with that lighter, how about you put some canned food on the stove so we can eat?’ he ordered whilst pointing at the small stove in the distance. ‘Fine, but they’re coming with me.’ Ben said. He grabbed the other boys by the wrists with a stern expression plastered over his face and walked towards the stove.

I stood up slowly, still shivering and went to my tent. I unzipped the front and looked over to Harper, but she was sleeping peacefully, clutching her old, ripped sleeping bag. I sat beside her and decided it was best I began to get ready to sleep. The boys couldn’t make the stove work if their lives depended on it, and it was already 11:30. I grabbed my blankets, fingers fumbling to find the edges and I tossed them over me. I began to drift into sleep, in the blissful world of darkness and rest.

‘Skyla, wake up right now, we need to go!’ a deep voice shouted.

‘I’m tired. Leave me alone.” I said, covering my eyes from the light.

‘Skyla. Seriously, we need to go right now or you’ll get burnt alive!’ the voice said.

I realised it was Derek Mercury’s voice and sat up, confused, but not for long. My eyes adjusted to see a bright, orange blaze, engulfing the camp one tent at a time. Derek looked at me and pointed to Harper, I jumped up, and turned to her, shaking her shoulders, tears streaming down my face.

‘Harper! Wake up! There’s a blazing fire, we need to go!’ She looked over to me,  jumped up and zipped out of her sleeping bag.

We ran out of the tent and towards the Camp Entrance, stumbling and tripping at the gnarly roots of the trees. I looked behind me, and saw a lone kangaroo, hopping away from the fiery flames. I turned around again and grabbed Harper’s hand and gave Derek a reassuring glance. Will I ever see my family again?

the answer should be

the simple past tense of strive.

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