The dew drops on the green grass glistened in the early morning sunlight. My soggy clothes smelt like some sort of decaying fungus. I suddenly realised where I was. The dead fire, my chattering teeth and why Father and I were lying on the muddy ground. We had been on our walk for 3 days now and we still weren’t close to my school at all. I wanted to go home but the other part of me needed to go to school. The birds started chirping and my Father awoke with a start. He looked like he wanted to go home as well.
“Looks like another long day of walking,” said Father, half-heartedly.
We cut off a bit of butter and covered it with some sugar. I was starving as we were having to ration our food supplies. I had got noticeably thinner. I could feel my rib bones and my elbows were as sharp as knives. Father and I packed our swag, struggled to our feet and carried on. We walked for about 4 hours straight as the sun was disappearing behind grey clouds. Out of nowhere we came across a river with a strong current. Father said our only choice was to cross it. We jumped in the ice cold river and straight away got swept over by the current. If Father hadn't been there, no doubt I would have drowned.
After about an hour of waking we arrived at a fast flowing creek, I sprinted right to it, Reco on my heels. We both drank and drank. I surprised myself by still being able to laugh, it was funny the way Reco drank. My father hurried us up so we could continue on our journey.
The deeper we went into the bush the thicker it got. So thick that I ended up getting tangled in Supplejack, about three times in a minute! My father must have noticed me struggling so we walked back towards the creek and followed it for awhile before stopping for tea. First we boiled some creek water in the billy to get rid of the bad bacteria the water could hold. We scoffed down some stale bread then slowly drifted off to sleep, Reco lying curled up beside me.