I arrive at camp, Camp Long Lake, some people call it a great merry place, others, they would prefer to watch paint dry. At least so I’ve heard. Now I’ve been forced to come to this place due to my inadequate decisions and treating people poorly. So I can only speculate that this week will be an atrocious one.
As our group walks along to registration we talk about what we got here for. One of us that goes by the name Max, he is 16, he has mud brown hair, sea blue eyes, and a face full of acne that’s not pleasant to see, stabbed mattresses for a hobby. A couple other guys did that as well and they’re along with him. Derek, Parker, and Matthew. They helped stab the mattress with him. Such daredevils. We get to the registration area and as I grasp …show more content…
I don’t think anyone else saw him because he was in the most unrealistic spot. He had somehow gotten up to the very top of a white pine tree, and he was literally watching us like a hawk. With his eyes peered and neck pivoting as fast as you can imagine. At the same time Da Beak seems to have one of those looks on his face, one of those looks that says I can’t wait till I’m through with you. I close my eyes and recap what is going on and the moment I open my eyes Da Beak is gone. It wasn’t possible I only had my eyes closed for 5 seconds at the max. I run over to the tree that he was on and see no body splattered on the ground nothing. What could have possibly happened to …show more content…
I hear screams coming from the other side of the campsite that makes me jump out of bed. I rush out of my tent in my pj’s, and notice a person beating up another. I run towards them to break up the fight. As I get closer to the bully I realize it’s the beak getting his revenge on the other guys. I see Max, Matthew, and Parker dead on the ground with cuts tears and gashes all over their bodies. Their cloths are all drenched in their own blood. I thought to myself why would someone do that to another over a pointless nickname. Then again, I don’t think anyone likes the feeling of being called after a bird. I realize now I’m the only one left just me and the beak. Derek just fell into face first into a pile of mud. I laugh and the beak looks over to me and starts to charge as fast as a human can possibly run. Of course, as I start picking up my momentum as I run away I trip on my own feet. I’ve now only got one option, beg for mercy. But the moment I open my mouth I get stabbed right in the chest and I actually feel something. Which is odd because in dreams you can’t feel pain so I try to wake up. I can’t, I try again, and again, and again, then it gets
As our group walks along to registration we talk about what we got here for. One of us that goes by the name Max, he is 16, he has mud brown hair, sea blue eyes, and a face full of acne that’s not pleasant to see, stabbed mattresses for a hobby. A couple other guys did that as well and they’re along with him. Derek, Parker, and Matthew. They helped stab the mattress with him. Such daredevils. We get to the registration area and as I grasp …show more content…
I don’t think anyone else saw him because he was in the most unrealistic spot. He had somehow gotten up to the very top of a white pine tree, and he was literally watching us like a hawk. With his eyes peered and neck pivoting as fast as you can imagine. At the same time Da Beak seems to have one of those looks on his face, one of those looks that says I can’t wait till I’m through with you. I close my eyes and recap what is going on and the moment I open my eyes Da Beak is gone. It wasn’t possible I only had my eyes closed for 5 seconds at the max. I run over to the tree that he was on and see no body splattered on the ground nothing. What could have possibly happened to …show more content…
I hear screams coming from the other side of the campsite that makes me jump out of bed. I rush out of my tent in my pj’s, and notice a person beating up another. I run towards them to break up the fight. As I get closer to the bully I realize it’s the beak getting his revenge on the other guys. I see Max, Matthew, and Parker dead on the ground with cuts tears and gashes all over their bodies. Their cloths are all drenched in their own blood. I thought to myself why would someone do that to another over a pointless nickname. Then again, I don’t think anyone likes the feeling of being called after a bird. I realize now I’m the only one left just me and the beak. Derek just fell into face first into a pile of mud. I laugh and the beak looks over to me and starts to charge as fast as a human can possibly run. Of course, as I start picking up my momentum as I run away I trip on my own feet. I’ve now only got one option, beg for mercy. But the moment I open my mouth I get stabbed right in the chest and I actually feel something. Which is odd because in dreams you can’t feel pain so I try to wake up. I can’t, I try again, and again, and again, then it gets