On the way to the mountains in winter, I fell behind my peers and got lost. What"s worse, it rained heavily, the wind blew up, the forest was groaning in pain. The sky was a few hours earlier than usual that night.

It was cold and scared. I shivered all over. I could only shout for help, but no one came to help.

The night was getting darker, the wind was blowing harder, and the rain was getting worse. I ate the last piece of food, a little cake, and I was in complete despair. I was not waiting for a miracle, but waiting for death.

Suddenly, a thunder woke me up. The storm was raging outside, but I was glad that I had only a nightmare.