It was a cold and snowy day, me and my dad decided to go skiing. We raced down the white-snowy carpeted mountains until suddenly the mountain began to shake. Me and my dad hurried to safety. But it was already getting worse. The cliff of the mountain started breaking. We were running out of time. As we tried to escape, the ice started to shatter and separate into small fractions. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. We kept running until we found a small boat so we hurried. As we were sailing, the devastation had given us an immediate shock but we were so thankful to be alive until…
We were killed in an avalanche.
