Frozen Adventures

Frozen Adventures 
Hi readers,
In literacy we have been looking at using things like similes and metaphors naturally and properly. We then had to make a story called Frozen Adventures, this had to include similes and metaphors. Here is the story I created:

The harsh, howling winds smack against my face like fish.My hands shake as I insert my
ice pick into the snow, slowly I pull my body weight upwards, before thrusting my other pick
forward.

“Hurrrrrrry up”, The Russian tour guide yells from above, looking down at me, a smirk
appears on his face. Well you live here, I say in my head.
If only these waterproof gloves weren’t as thick, because, believe me I would give him
the bird. My ice toothpick slips from my hand, it seems as if all my hope from before has
gone down with it. I’m hanging on the hill with one hand and an ice pick, the snow beneath
my right foot begins to shift. The mountain comes to life, shifting with my every move.
I let out a little scream, I slip, falling- wait no, more like sliding down the snow.
After a minute of terror, my feet hit a solid ground and my knees lock I fall onto my back.
An overgrown koala bear roars in the distance.

“Great”, I say. Even the polar bears are taunting me.  

At least 30 minutes later we reach the research camp at the top of the hill, in front of me a
plethora of bare, skinny pine trees. I walk forward, the thick ice samples I’m carrying pull me
back. The research camp is right in front of me, big concrete buildings and huts form a wide
circle scattered amongst the trees. In the center a large gathering of people  arguing, I stifle
a giggle; they were a group of penguins. Slowly I walk past, not making eye contact and
trying not to draw attention. I pull a key out of my pocket and ram it into the door, like a
burglar trying to get into a bank. I push it open. There’s sadly no money and gold inside,
instead: Computers, for research; freezers, for ice samples; drills and other tools, ready
to use; and coat racks everywhere. I pull the plate like slab of ice onto the metal table and
switch on the lights.

I rub my hand across the frosty windows trying to see what is outside, as I wipe the window,
daggers fall from the gutter outside stabbing into the enemy that is, the floor.
I peer out the window and spot the rest of my co-workers sitting down chatting in the snow.
My eyes narrow and my teeth grind, my emotions take over with a rush.
I storm out the door and power walk towards everyone sitting down, my hands forming fists
at my sides.

“Do you really thing you have the right to sit down doing nothing!” I say louder than I imagined.
“I have worked my butt off today and-”

“You also hurt your butt today”, interrupts a man with a thick, beard and skin as pale as
the snow behind him. My anger is quickly replaced with embarrassment, how on earth did they find out?

“Well…”, I murmur, face turning red.  “I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO GOT THE ICE SAMPLE,
WHERE WERE ALL OF YOU? THIS HAPPENS ALL THE TIME, YOU ARE ALL LAZY!” They
all look at me blankly for a moment, I felt like an idiot.

“Well lets see this ‘brilliant’ ice sample”, a ginger girl says doing air quote marks with her
fingers.

“Lets”, I reply.

Our feet crunch in the snow as we walk towards the window looking into the storage room.
I lean over the window sill and squint through the glass. I look back from the window and but
by head in my hands... I forgot to put it in the freezer.