Isamilo International School Narrative Writing

Burhanuddin Hakimji Assignment 3 Draft 1

Rainforest Expedition
We roved across many miles of the impenetrable jungle, but we finally made it to some bare
land. It was as flat as the back of a cast iron skillet. The top layer of grass was not firm, so our
feet submerged 2 inches into the wet dirt. My shoes instantly turned as cold a freezer as soon as
my feet submerged in the thick mud to walk.
We continued to wander around, trying to get to the South American Tribe of Wachati as fast as
possible to deliver the rare plant sample we took. After a few kilometers, we saw a weak minute
hut filled with vines and had broken windows. I told my buddy to join me inside the shed, but he
refused. So, I was off alone to the hut. It was about 7 meters from where John was standing.
As I opened the door covered entirely from vines, I saw something shiny hanging from a small
rusted clip attached to the wall. Before I inspected the shiny thing, I had to explore the rest of the
extraordinary shed. My nostrils filled with the aroma of dust and sand and my tongue got the
taste of a rotten bread. I started from behind the door; I cautiously closed the door. There was a
minimal amount of light in the shed. The only light that came in was from the slits of the
unsupported door. If you glanced at it at the right angle, you could see a lovely pattern. The sun's
rays squeaked in from the slits to create several light beams, but eventually, I did pull out my
massive flashlight. It illuminated the shed in a matter of milliseconds. The flashlight made a
significant difference on my vision as I could see logs of wood and the dust-covered floor that I
couldn't see with bare sunlight.
Thereafter, I peeked behind the door to investigate, and I saw an old rusted up shovel with a dirty
olive-green handle slightly chipped. I figured that it would come handy in a dilemma. So, I
strapped it to my bag net, trying not to get cut by the sharp edge.
Next, I noticed a dark charcoal coloured étagère with a dusty frosted glass pane attached to the
top of it. I carefully advanced towards it and drew out my micro-fiber cloth to wipe out the thick
layer of dust on top of the glass. Progressively the dust came off, and inside it was a sword which
contained a diamond-studded handle and an outline covered by a thin gold layer. I tried my best
to get the sword out of the sturdy case, but the old-fashioned brass lock was covered in rust, so I
moved on.
This shed didn't have much, so I decided to observe what my eyes saw first; the shiny object. I
crept towards the object. It started to glow; at one moment, it was as bright as the north star. I
had the temptation to hold it. So, I stretched out my hand to grasp it between my fingers; it felt
like a cold metal that had a lion engraved onto it. I bent my arm to store it in my bag, but I heard
a loud cry from John. I threw the object on the floor, creating a miniature dust cloud.
I galloped towards the direction of John's cry. My khaki pants immediately got mud stains all
over them, and my shirt got so wet as if a gardener had hosed it. Paying no attention to that, I
navigated through the tall grass to search for John. I yelled, "JOHN!" as hard as possible, and
then he replied, "I am here, help." I approached John as fast as I could and picked him up and
made him sit on a damp piece of wood.
He then told me that he got pushed by something huge. He didn't see the whole creature, but he
said that the creature's eyes were the size of dinner plates and the size of one of its claws was the
size of his upper body.
John had injured his knee cap so I applied some gel and a piece of cloth to it as his khakis had a
hole in them. I told John to stay while I go and search for help but he refused. We both dragged
ourselves to the cabin to see if we can find something that can help us to survive.
John saw a loose piece of wood on the floor. He precisely removed it and inside it was a worn-
out metal briefcase. John asked me to open it, so I tried searching my heavy bag for something to
break the briefcase but didn’t find anything. But then my eyes moved to the shovel, so I took the
shovel and hit the briefcase and the rusty briefcase broke. Inside was a survival kit which
contained a flare gun.
John immediately fired the flare gun and hopped that someone would see it…