It was twelve at night on a cold, winters evening. The wind and rain pounding on the small glass panes of my best friend, Jacob Luke’s cabin. We were in the middle of nowhere. Searching for sleep, but just couldn't find it.
November 26th, 1999. My friend Jacob and I set off to a camping trip to Cypress Creek, in Mansford, Washington. Well, it was with the whole 8th grade from our school. We had only one large School Bus, which was old, nasty and cold. There wasn’t a lot of 8th graders my school. It was called Ghetto High because many of the kids there were involved with the police often and especially drugs. The teachers said the trip was four hours to the camping site and four to get back to the school. We were going to be there for four …show more content…
Walcom to the Cyprass Creek. I’m George DewHart. Y’all have a goo ol’ time here, this week. This camp is fulled with acres of darn good places to play ‘round with y’all friends...”
After he talked for what seemed like an hour, we finally got our luggage and headed for our cabins.
“Y’alllllll!!!!” Jacob screamed out of the blue. Everyone started to laugh. “Y’all have a goo ol’ time here!!!” Jacob mimicking the creepy old man again. If you couldn't tell by now, Jacob is the class clown. Usually everyday at school, everyone is ferocious and bitter. It was about 11P.M. now. I’ve been wake from 5A.M. this morning and I am so, so tired. I’m lying in my sleeping bag on a mattress with only three kids in the room. Luckily it was quite big. I started to fall asleep. My eyes closed. Two seconds later I heard a huge *SLAM* coming from the front door of the cabin. I shot straight up like lightning just struck me. It was dark and quiet. All I heard was crickets chirping away, and a faint sound of running water. Jacob and the two other kids in the cabin were still asleep. *SLAM* there it was again. The brutally loud bang came from the front door again. Jacob shot up and banged his head on the ceiling and fell of the bunk
November 26th, 1999. My friend Jacob and I set off to a camping trip to Cypress Creek, in Mansford, Washington. Well, it was with the whole 8th grade from our school. We had only one large School Bus, which was old, nasty and cold. There wasn’t a lot of 8th graders my school. It was called Ghetto High because many of the kids there were involved with the police often and especially drugs. The teachers said the trip was four hours to the camping site and four to get back to the school. We were going to be there for four …show more content…
Walcom to the Cyprass Creek. I’m George DewHart. Y’all have a goo ol’ time here, this week. This camp is fulled with acres of darn good places to play ‘round with y’all friends...”
After he talked for what seemed like an hour, we finally got our luggage and headed for our cabins.
“Y’alllllll!!!!” Jacob screamed out of the blue. Everyone started to laugh. “Y’all have a goo ol’ time here!!!” Jacob mimicking the creepy old man again. If you couldn't tell by now, Jacob is the class clown. Usually everyday at school, everyone is ferocious and bitter. It was about 11P.M. now. I’ve been wake from 5A.M. this morning and I am so, so tired. I’m lying in my sleeping bag on a mattress with only three kids in the room. Luckily it was quite big. I started to fall asleep. My eyes closed. Two seconds later I heard a huge *SLAM* coming from the front door of the cabin. I shot straight up like lightning just struck me. It was dark and quiet. All I heard was crickets chirping away, and a faint sound of running water. Jacob and the two other kids in the cabin were still asleep. *SLAM* there it was again. The brutally loud bang came from the front door again. Jacob shot up and banged his head on the ceiling and fell of the bunk