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Hind sight is a wonderful thing, looking it seems obvious that my dad shouldn’t have made my twentieth birthday a fairy party. It all started when I was seven. My dad asked me what type of party. I wanted a fairy party. I’m Venus Levine and I’m a pro stunts woman now. This is my story.
The wind was howling like a mad dog barking and the mist was so thick it looked like the house was lifting off. Inside it was my worst birthday ever, I had the chicken pox and I also conjunctivitis. The next couple days I wasn’t allowed to go to school or have a birthday party.
As the years went on and I got older and my mother wanted me more and more to be an accountant like her. I didn’t I wanted from the age of eleven, to be a stunt woman!
When I was waiting for the bus to go to stunt camp my mum really didn’t want me to go. If I knew having parents was going to be this hard I never would have done it.
On the bus ride over, I met an undercover super star called Jazzy. We got on perfectly. On the bus trip over the Hackett, we came up with words like haticmatenicephobia someone that looks scary in hats and frizzamowaphobia someone with a fear of frizzy hair. When we stopped we were the only people with a sense of being down a hill and there was something weird with the compass. There was no phone reception down in the valley or food in sight. Jazzy and I had to use all our stunt skills to get up the giant wall to the road.
Susie another girl on the bus found us some tents beside a group of giant trees.
It was like someone had trapped us here.

After a day in the forest we found out our stuff was still in the bus. After another 6 hours searching for food, Jazzy and I found a tree to climb. We got to the top, I kept telling myself not to look down. Have you ever looked down from something really high? It was five metres high and Jazzy was really scared. Tomorrow I had to get the whole group up the hill. After a night in the forest we cleaned up and hitchhiked home.
When my family heard they were sorry and my dad made my wish come true, my 20 birthday was a fairy party. That’s my story and I wish I had never made that wish in the first place. By Lucy Palmer