I remember one day getting an email from Georgia Copperheads being asked to go to a lacrosse tournament in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. All my friends were on this team and they were going so I asked my mom and dad if I could go and they said sure. Since my mom and dad couldn't go I asked one of my friend that was going if I could stay with them. My friend asked his mom and she said I could go with them. So that friday me and my friend Gus got checked out of school and started the long road trip up to South Carolina. On the way we jammed to music, talked about lacrosse, talked about what we should do when we get there, and last got on his mom's nerves. So we got to our hotel around 9 o'clock and went out on the beach and started throwing
