Fiction: Group 3
When he woke up he immediately started to get ready for the trip. He decided he would only tell Snail
about the dream. He didn’t want a big commotion and he felt he could trust Snail not to tell anyone. After
all he was his best friend. He padded over to his friends nest and shook him gently awake.
“Wha… hun… who’s there?” Snail said whilst lazily swiping his paws at an imaginary attacker.
“Wake up silly! It’s just me!” Jade chuckled.
“Oh. Right…” he said in an embarrassed tone.
“There is something really important that I have to tell you. Last night I had a dream about Rocky, the tribe
leader before… before… Boulder,” Jade spat in disgust. “ Anyway he told me that I had to go all the way to
Hong Kong.”
“Hong Kong!” Snail exclaimed.
“Shhs, keep your voice down I don’t want everybody to know about the trip. But yes, Hong Kong. And he
told me to find the star flower which only exists in HK. I was wondering if you could come with me? But
don’t feel obligated to come it’s just I would like someone with me.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll come!” Snail said enthusiastically.
“Well we better start getting ready!” And of they went chatting about the trip.
One week later they were ready to go. They waited until night time to set off and from the moment they
left the boundaries they were scared and excited at the things they might encounter throughout the journey.
They told themselves to stop fussing and just deal with whatever came at them. For the first few weeks
nothing really interesting happened and they didn’t see anything that they hadn’t seen before except for a
few oddly shaped plants until one day they came across an absolutely torn apart camp. As soon as they saw it
they realized there was something dangerous in this part of the forest. There was eerie silence for a few
minutes. Suddenly the forest was alive with action! There were tigers everywhere running out of the mist
and gloom, jumping out of trees! There were just so many! Jade and Snail sprinted off and the chase began.
They were whipping past trees and jumping over logs trying desperately to shake the tigers off. They circled
around and came back into the camp and hid under a torn bush and held their breaths. They could hear the
panting of the tigers’ breath and the big cats growling as they stalked the camp looking for their pray.
Eventually after about 10 minutes of menacingly probing around the camp the tigers disappeared. Jade and
Snail knew this was their big chance. They took off in to the wilderness and the tigers were never to be seen
again.
Finally after two weeks of gruesome and tiring trekking through the Chinese mountains and forests they
reached the city of Hong Kong. They had survived on barely anything but mice and a few drinks of water
in streams. What they saw was absolutely amazing. There were huge metal teeth rising out from the ground
that were so tall they disappeared into the clouds.
“Stay close,” murmured Jade. They continued slinking in the shadows until they reached a huge field on a
mountain. Next to that mountain was a monolithic white building that read Harrow International School
Hong Kong. They thought that the people inside it could help them find the star flower. When they got to
it little two legged beasts that had funny blue coats chased them off. They retreated back to the safety of the
mountains. They emerged into a beautiful field with flowers of every color, shape and size. They spotted a
yellow flower as bright as the sun that looked like a star.
“That’s it!” whispered a voice in Jades head. It was Rocky guiding him! Jade raced over to the flower and
carefully plucked it from the ground.
“Finally!” Snail shouted in a relieved tone. “ We have the star flower! Let’s go.”
When they got back to camp, Jade and Snail raced over to Rockys grave and squeezed the drops on to it.
After that, they went back to the camp.
“Where have you been?” Jades mother, Snow, exclaimed.
“Saving the tribe!” Jade countered.
“Well, we drove off Boulder. He was just too crazy!” Jade breathed a huge sigh of relief and went to sleep.
