I walk out of the shower feeling clean, I get dressed, eat my toast with jelly. get on the bus and I’m off to school. The whole bus ride to school I’m trying to control my excitement, I want to scream. I arrive at school, but the weather is not the nicest, but I knew this would happen and it doesn’t faze me I had prepared for it. It’s raining not very hard and it’s very cloudy like someone painted the sky gray. The 8th grade meets in the MPR the teachers explain how the trip is going to work. I want to tell them shut up let’s get on the buses and leave. I’ve been waiting to go on this trip since fourth grade. Finally the teachers say something along the lines of grab your stuff the bus is here. Two hours later we make a right onto what seems like the camp. Sure enough we stop get off and walk down to our beautiful cabin. It has a old sailboat in front with no mast. I walk inside and the wood look really nice and recently done. My bed is comfortable and springy, I love my cabin. 

         A couple hours later after doing activitys we learn we have free time where we can swim. Ring ring ring, that’s the bell I go back to my cabin slip on my bathing suit and I sprint to the water front excited to go swimming. I get there after killing my bear feet with wood chips and rocks. I don’t care, I’m on the dock jumping in the water. Flying through the air in to the water. I’m frozen, the waters freezing it feels like I cant move. I get on a floating water mat. To my left is a water trampoline yellow and blue, past this cool flotation device is a tower with a rope you can swing off of. In front of me is a high dive, and to the left is a bunch of canoes and kayaks. I swim back to the metal dock and walk through a small path to the tower about ten kids are already there. I wait for a bit and finally get to clim up the latter, I get on a small plank. I look down, there’s ground not water just the hard ground. I grab onto the rope I’m nervous about jumping off, if I don’t hold on tight I will fall are hurt my self. I feel my gut turns like there’s butterflies fluttering in my stomach. as my anticipation builds up, I leap. I swing through the air like Tarzan, I swing down to the water and let go. The water fell refreshing this time. I felt like I had just drank a tall cold glass of water. I fool around for a bit, I get out of the water starting to get bored. I remember the canoes, I go over to the kayaks and canoe racks. Colby and Garret are there, we ask can we take a kayak. The counselor says “why dont you take a canoe. You guys have three people.” . “Ok” we respond “I’ve never been on a canoe before” I say. We go to rack of about ten canoes there’s about three green ones and seven red. We pick one red one. We put the canoe half way in the water I get in the middle garret gets in the back and Colby’s in the front. We push of the shore and leave the beach behind we have to maneuver around a Sail boat. Then with in a second we are in the middle of the lake. The conoes move so fast. At this point my knees are starting to hurt like a billion little knifes are stabbing my knees because of the sand on the floor of the canoe. So I switch with garret I move to the back he no longer is paddling he’s just giving us directions and advice (it isn’t helping). We move towards a small rocky and scattered with trees island. We see about four kayaks. Little did we know the where host

      About a minute later we make it to the island. We say hi to Bode, Elliot, Timothy, and Owen, little did we know the danger we where in. We look at the island the kayaks are inching closer. I start to get suspicious. Bode hollers “ATTACK!”, I immediate take a splash to the face and then we are hit in the side of the canoe by a green kayak. I think to my self, we are out numbered we have to get out of here right now. I scream in terror “LETS GET OUT OF HERE”. We start paddling like mad men. Running from the outlaws of the water. We are able to get away but not before get splashed to death (and splashing the a little bit). The canoe is superior to the kayak. My arms get fatigued as we paddle away from the maniacs. Tweeeeee, the whistle was blown to head back in. The fight is over, we survived.

     This trip was amazing and was a great chance to use teamwork and to bond with class mates. I hade a great time on the water front. For all I know if me, Colby, and Garret hadn’t used teamwork we might not have lived to tell this tale.