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Okay so here's chapter 1...

Leaves rustled. Trees swayed. We ambled at a steady pace. Left, right, left, right, left, right. This is pretty much regular for us. Almost at the top, now, almost there. The faint click, click, click of the pebbles at our feet was the only sound. No birds, no cars, no nothing. Of course, we live in the bush, so there’s hardly any roadway, and there wouldn’t be anyone out at this late hour anyway. It’s probably 7pm. I can’t tell. No clocks near by to check the time; we had left all our watches at home. There’s only the sunset of summer to estimate, but that’s beyond the point.
We’re all walking to the top of this cliff in our backyard. It’s on enough of an angle to walk on and present a challenge. We do this every day to help our endurance and to exercise, plus it has great scenery and the basic flora and fauna (except some of the plants make me sneeze). The birds are gone away to their nests, though lots of nocturnal animals and wallabies are coming out and relishing in the cool breeze. Not again, now where was I?
My companions were debating and whining near the bottom, but as I said before it’s silent. They had stopped arguing long ago, as they realised that it was pointless and they needed to conserve their breath. I couldn’t grasp it as I was studying the ferns and vines to finish my total analysis of this area and how I could finally finish my medallion. I was now in the middle of our compact group: I had hoped to stop the predicament between the two going on again by stepping here. It had worked so far. That’s because I’m their leader. They have to respect that. They have to respect me. I was chosen to be the leader, full stop. No more comments. That’s was it, the end, good bye, finito. No – one has ever argued about it. At least not yet. Oh look, I’ve gone off track again.
There it was; the top of the cliff. Not too far away now. About a few more minutes. This will be the first time we’ve ever managed to reach the top. Almost there… yes! We had done it. The howling wind that was regular around this estimated time of 7pm and the height of the peak as well had started a couple of minutes ago. Oh, I wish I brought that black jumper. Mum said I would need it. Now it’s freezing cold. Darn. The rough ground was comfortable enough to sit down on for a brief moments. We had climbed quite high; our home and base off in the distance and endless seas of greens and browns ahead. Now we prepared for the long climb back down. I pulled out torches for everyone. At least I remebered them.
“Finally. Ok, time to go back down!”
“Oh, do we have to?” Nat and Dom chimed.
“NOW.” I knew this would be trouble.