Personal Narrative: The Boy Who Cried Wolf

The moral of the Boy who Cried Wolf, although true, can sometimes be twisted around. When I was thirteen, I attended a girl’s camp, perfect for the average girl because it banned the phones, makeup, and fashion, the three things teenage girls dreaded the most. So, with nothing better to do during the long days in camp, we were forced to do the one thing usually reserved for boys- pranking the leaders. I guess a break from phones really did do us well because we were cynical and ingenius in all our prank designs- shaving cream on the toilet, pretend tarantulas inside bagels, a nice wet seat for them wherever they sat, but most importantly, spiders. If there’s anything camp leaders hate besides crying girls, it’s spiders. And the fake, cheap, plastic, eight-legged shapes, sold in just about every store, did just the trick. We planted them everywhere: their beds, door …show more content…
As the spiders thrived as well as a teacher’s salary in a parallel universe, the leaders’ trust in us did quite the opposite. The sun had just set on either the second or third day, and everyone was retreating back to their cabins for a long, periodic time where the mosquitos itch mournfully and the sound of everyone rustling in their beds is the only sound to ever play. Besides the leaders, our entire group was cosied in our room when one of us fought quite the find- a black widow that lounged in the bottom corner of the room, right next to our leaders’ beds. So, we did the stereotypical thing for a girl to do when she sees a spider- we grabbed our shoes and began to smack it. But, it soon proved to be hopeless as the spider quickly ran from our persistent shoes and soon had vanished. Our leaders soon returned, but when we told them what happened, the leaders told us to not even bother, as they