Another dreadful day of school. A rocky wooden bed, with a hard uncomfortable pillow and a cold mattress is the first thing I feel when I wake up. This isn’t school… After a few seconds. I hear birds chirping, kids laughing, and action everywhere. Someone yells at me to get out of bed and get to exercises. Yeah, this is the life. On the field in front of the cafeteria is a group of kids running around and playing games. A frisbee is thrown, a ball is kicked. A kid tosses a frisbee to me and I throw it back. A bell rings and everyone moves on. The cabins are cleaned by the kids, and the counselors sit back and relax. This is the life. A bell rings and a mass of kids sprints to the cafeteria. The breakfast is good, but the joy of getting to see old friends is better. We sit by cabins and chat until the next bell is rung and we move on. Activities are played,meals are served.
The sun descends and the kids get even more excited. Its Fugitive Night and the counselors are nowhere to be found. A bell rings and the cabins split. A voice is heard “I got one!” The cabins rush to see one of the fugitives being forcefully carried up the steps to the jail cell. Another voice yells this time from someone in my cabin. “Hey guys help, this one’s fighting!” We charge into the storm and I grab a leg of the fugitive, and don't let go for my life. The fugitive is overwhelmed by all the kids from my cabin and finally gives up. We drag the fugitive back to the cafeteria, and find out all that work was only for two points. Disappointment runs through my cabin mates but another fugitive is found, hiding under the cafeteria. I bear tackle the fugitive with four other kids from my cabin helping out. He kicks and fights, but we are too strong for him, and we carry him back to the jail cell for four points. By the end of the night we have found three fugitives, about the same for the other cabins. The fugitives wash the paint off their faces to become counselors. The leading team has ten points, we've only got nine. But the games will continue later on in the weeks, this was only the first day of camp, and I've got thirteen left.
~ Max S.
I liked the detail in the descriptions.
ReplyDeleteGood beginning. Helps you picture the scene.
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