The little boy didn't know what he was doing; he just kept climbing, higher and higher. He was so scared his legs were shaking, but he forced himself up the ladder one step at a time. The wind was so strong now, the poor boy nearly lost grip. Never in his life has he climbed so high. Still, he never gave up hope; all he knew was his life depended on it, as he slowly ascended one step at a time.
"Where's your lunch money Aden?"
"I'm sorry Brett, I already told you, my mum forgot to give it to me today."
Aden stepped back. He was cornered. Brett and his gang were all older than he was. The…
