dialogue

Dialogue -  told from another POV. fisherman/dad looking up at her.

Intro - she almost falls and screams, someone in the water hears her and looks up.

Orientation - Elizabeth Bella Levedes

Hazel eyes, favourite sport is netball, liked dragonfruit, has blonde hair, tanned, loves climbing, Maori, tall, 19 year olds, personal trainer at CityFitness, McDonalds, Christchurch.

Problem: her hand slips and she dangles from the cliff, almost falls off.

Solution: swings around and is able to climb back up. When she gets to the top.

Conclusion - told from another POV.

“Ahhhhhh” screamed a distant voice. John turned towards the noise and squinted in an attempt to see where the noise had come from. He couldn’t see from his position on the ocean, but the scream had come from the cliff face. He wondered if anybody needed help, but knew there was nothing he could do.

Elizabeth Bella Levedes opened her hazel eyes to her pitch black bedroom - her purple curtains were open but the sun had not yet risen. She stretched out her long limbs which felt tired from the gym yesterday. Her personal training business was really starting to pick up. She stood up, rubbed the sleep out her eyes, tying her blonde hair up in a ponytail and stumbled towards her wardrobe. On went the black leggings, on went the dark green t-shirt, on went the climbing shoes, on went the beanie. She mumbled to herself “I don’t know if that Big Mac for dinner was a good idea....” She grabbed some apricot muesli bars and walked out to her car. Trusty old Honda civic. She turned on the engine, trying to be quiet, and drove towards Mt Doom.

Putting on her harness, she felt confident and strong. She clipped herself into the carabiner and put her left foot onto the rock. Left foot, right foot, left arm, right arm, over and over. After an hour of climbing she stopped for a rest. She pulled out one of her favourite apricot muesli bars from her backpack and munched on it, staring out at the horizon. She could see a small fishing boat cruising around the lagoon. The sun was starting to peek out over the top of an island, creating a stunning radial effect. It made her soul happy. After ten minutes of admiring the view, she got ready to climb again. She stood up quickly and her left foot slipped on some loose rocks. Her heart leapt out of her chest as she scrambled to grab on again. Her pink painted fingernails scratched against the cliff face to in a vain attempt to grip something - anything! Sweat was rolling down her forehead and her heart was thumping. Her arms were tired and she slipped down the cliff face. 2 meters down, arms still trying to grip onto the cliff. 5 meters down, still nothing. She fell 20 meters before her rope caught her weight and she dangled on the cliff face, clinging to the rope that had just literally saved her life.

“Ahhhhhh” screamed a distant voice. John turned towards the noise and squinted in an attempt to see where the noise had come from. He couldn’t see from his position on the ocean, but the scream had come from the cliff face. He wondered if anybody needed help, but knew there was nothing he could do.

Elizabeth Bella Levedes opened her hazel eyes to her pitch black bedroom - her purple curtains were open but the sun had not yet risen. She stretched out her long limbs which felt tired from the gym yesterday. Her personal training business was really starting to pick up. She stood up, rubbed the sleep out her eyes, tying her blonde hair up in a ponytail and stumbled towards her wardrobe. On went the black leggings, on went the dark green t-shirt, on went the climbing shoes, on went the beanie. She mumbled to herself “I don’t know if that Big Mac for dinner was a good idea....” She grabbed some apricot muesli bars and walked out to her car. Trusty old Honda civic. She turned on the engine, trying to be quiet, and drove towards Mt Doom.

Putting on her harness, she felt confident and strong. She clipped herself into the carabiner and put her left foot onto the rock. Left foot, right foot, left arm, right arm, over and over. After an hour of climbing she stopped for a rest. She pulled out one of her favourite apricot muesli bars from her backpack and munched on it, staring out at the horizon. She could see a small fishing boat cruising around the lagoon. The sun was starting to peek out over the top of an island, creating a stunning radial effect. It made her soul happy. After ten minutes of admiring the view, she got ready to climb again. She stood up quickly and her left foot slipped on some loose rocks. Her heart leapt out of her chest as she scrambled to grab on again. Her pink painted fingernails scratched against the cliff face to in a vain attempt to grip something - anything! Sweat was rolling down her forehead and her heart was thumping. Her arms were tired and she slipped down the cliff face. 2 meters down, arms still trying to grip onto the cliff. 5 meters down, still nothing. She fell 20 meters before her rope caught her weight and she dangled on the cliff face, clinging to the rope that had just literally saved her life.