Summit House-WCS

Goldy? Bubbles? Sushi? Nemo? No, that’s the movie star fish right? Speaking of Nemo, wasn’t there a fish in it, umm, her name starts with D I believe. I’ll have to rewatch it again to find her name.

Days seem to be stretched out as a mountain, nights where the winter breeze takes over and frost gently laying on every blade of grass for miles.

The cold morning air hugged my damp skin. All you could hear were heavy footsteps, our heavy breathing, and the sounds of the mountain. Light started to filter through the canopy of thick green leaves.

     If I were a mountain I would want to be a big bold mountain, filled with many tourists. I would watch everyone hike up me. I would smile when people reach the top and are impressed with themselves.

I am a mountain; glorious and strong. I am strong, and stable. When the wind comes blowing, I can hold my own. I may not be the tallest mountain in the mountain range, but I can still make an audible avalanche occur.

“Beau. Are you sure you want this?” My mother asked, worry lines wrinkling her forehead.
“Yeah.” I said, taking a deep breath and sighing.