My stomach ached and my head throbbed. I hiked on desperate to reach the peak of Springdale mountain. As my hands grazed the sharp rocks, my rigid legs forced me to the dilapidated road of death. The moment I was dreading. All but five men had successfully hiked across the path. I held my breath and balance myself not putting too much weight on one side or the other. I was about halfway across just when I heard a crack…
I was too scared to move. It was as if all the blood inside me had frozen solid. My stomach lurched as I fell into the deepest depths of Death Valley.
I hurled onto the ground as rocks and twigs grazed my entire body. I forced myself up and swiped the dust off my shoulders. I hunched my shoulders as blood streaked my damp face. I sat silently for a while and finally decided to walk on.
I came across a gate. It was a faded brown lined with a deep black and dotted with blood red specks. I gazed at it carefully and white sparks flew straight at me. I fingered the door and spotted a maths equation. A decimal equation. 0.01×0.01. I figured out the answer but was unsure of what to do with it. All of a sudden, a light grey balloon floated above me with the words: INSERT UP HERE written in deathly black bold. With my knowledge of physics, I figured the calculus to lever myself up to the roughly tiled roof without injuring myself. once I grazed my answer into the dirt, a trap door opened beneath me.
I plummeted to the rock hard ground fearing a severe head concussion. I pulled myself up and looked around the place. It was like a mine. Dirty, rusty and dark. I felt my way through the ‘thing’ just when a blinding light flashed straight at me. It was a torch. A little elf-like person stared up at me. he had a bright red upturned nose and long elf ears. He had scruffy brown hair and was wearing a black outfit with a brown border along with scraggy black trousers and sneakers. He lead me to the exit not saying a word.
As I walked out, I looked, starstruck at the view. I had walked right up to the edge of the steepest cliff I had ever seen. The wind was whooshing all around me as rain and lightning bolted from the swirling grey clouds. The clouds formed sentences:
DO YOU KNOW SCIENCE? SHOW PSY DENCE WHAT YOU REALLY KNOW. WHAT IS THE HOTTEST STATE OF MATTER? GRAZE YOUR ANSWER ON THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF. BEWARE! IF YOU ARE WRONG, GET READY TO BE PELTED BY ACID RAIN.
Acid rain?! I was freaked. Science wasn’t my strong point. I guessed plasma. I grazed my answer on to the edge of the cliff and bit my tongue in anxiety. In a split second, I was sucked up into a whirlwind of dust.
I landed face first on a pile of mud which automatically came off me and stuck on to an oompa-loompa like little creature. It came off her as well. She walked away into the distance. The mud formed a paragraph. I had to put the correct punctuation in in five minutes, or else… I had no idea of what or else was, but I didn’t want to stay around and find out. I quickly wrote in the correct answers. I waited…
The mud cleared away and I saw a trap door. I climbed down to see a golden door embroidered with white lace and bordered with silver. It was labelled, Humble Door. There was a message written in velvet red:
Harry Potter. A world of fantasy.
Like the one you’ve just been through.
I am your version of dumbledore.
Walk through this door and your life goes
back to normal.
I walked through the door. Wait, what just happened.