...But how did he get up there? by Ben

Josh had waited all year to go to rock climbing with his friends. When he got there one of his friends was waiting for him with a present in his hands and it looked big, but he couldn’t open it until the end. When everyone had finally arrived, Josh wanted to be the first one to have a go (since it was his birthday.) just as he started climbing his mum rushed to get her camera, she was confused to see that he was already up at the top. "...But how did he get up there?" she asked herself.... Josh smiled.

But how did she get up there? by Lexi

“Help!” screamed a voice as it echoed into the distance.
“Who’s there?” I whispered. As I stood in the desolate forest I began to tremble in fear.  Nervous, I slowly twisted my head back and forth searching for an answer as to where this voice was coming from. “Hello,” I murmured.
“Help! I’m up here!” Suddenly, I spotted a young girl hanging loosely onto a skinny, crooked tree branch. But how did she get up there? And how could I get her down? “Stay there I’ll get you down!” But how could I? There was nobody around for miles!

But how did she get up there? by Grace B

“Hello is anybody here?” echoed Sophie. Sophie’s friends dared her to play hide and seek with the shyest person in their class in a haunted house. She was really scared - Sophie’s heart was pounding very fast. “But how did she get up there?” thought Sophie. Suddenly, she found her hider Jennifer Black, a most annoying person who you wouldn’t want to meet. Quickly Sophie ran upstairs; Jennifer ran off. Sophie followed her but quickly ran out of breath. Sophie could not take this anymore, so she rang her friends and told them about forfeiting the dare. Suddenly both girls …

But how did he get up there? by Clara

A crowd stood before me. Cameras clicked, and people mumbled, but I could barely hear them. All I could focus on was my brother. On top of that building. On the edge of that building. Millimetres from plummeting to his death. “But how did he get up there?” I asked myself. The only way up to the roof was up a ladder. My brother hated ladders. I slipped through the police tape, past the guards, I didn’t care anymore. I had to get to him. My sweaty palms slipped on the cool metal bars as I climbed up to him…