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Tom Mooney        English

Tom Mooney

GCSE English

Non-fiction Writing

Looking back

November 24th 2006, five of us singing happy birthday and playing, jokes told, secrets hold and will forever stay. The night was great, full of action and drama but the morning was quiet and we decided to go play in the dark weary forest where an abandoned rope swing hung 20ft above a great muddy ditch full of debris and rubble. Our adrenalin was whizzing and our hearts beating but we still went on it risking our lives for fun, we took it in turns and enjoyed hours of thrill and adventure. It was starting to get cold and dark so we decided it would be a good Idea to go home. but, as usual I wanted one last go to finish the day, I grabbed the swinging branch and clutched it in my hands, took a few steps back and then leaped forward swinging over the pit, my hands started to slip slowly off the branch from the momentum, suddenly I released and slammed down on a rotting old tree in the bottom of the ditch. I remembered a slow warm trickle of blood come from my nose and mouth onto my brand new top, I realised I was hurt and just screamed at the top of my voice.

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Throbbing pains on my face and my sight going blurry, my friends rushed for help whilst 1 ran down into the slippery ditch towards me. I rang my mum on my friend’s phone and shouted at her to come get me whilst blood dripped onto his phone. I will never forget that day when I was dialling my mum’s house phone whilst blood dripped onto my friend’s new shinning phone. I slowly crawled onto my feet and up the rocky side of the ditch, I felt faint so ambled towards the entrance of the forest where I was met ...

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