Runout Camp Creative Writing

As we drove into the large metal gates the hazel brown dust exploded and was electric with energy. My stomach began to turn and my knees became very feeble. We got out and in a flash my mind blanked and my Mom uttered, goodbye. I then tried to vocalize a small word to myself “let it begin.” It all started in my second year of Junior high. I was alerted by my mother who had a satisfying grin on her face. I was in disbelief of what she proclaimed both in fear and excitement. She said with anticipation, her eyes glowing with a teaming brown that during my summer I would be attending camp Tekawitha an all catholic camp. As she passed me her phone one thing stuck out like sore thumb. “No electronics allowed.”
It hit me like a baseball bat. The
His smile shined like the sun beaming down upon all of us. He gave me the rundown about this place. When he was talking he was cut off from a voice in the halls that pierced the air like a Fighter Jet. He ordered everyone to step out into the hall for a briefing. And with one solid step the whole cabin stepped into the hall. What began after the was an event so horrible, so indescribable I can't even speak of it. Each counselor began to do a very rapid dance to show of their avid minds. After that appalling dance, they called an robust intro our whole cabin marched out the door to the canteen where we would begin our first heinous meal. As time went on meals concluded and the first day with all of its ups and downs concluded but the night has not began yet. The night was silent the only sound I could here was the creaky and scratching of the iron bunks. As my mind faded I slowly began to falls fast
As groups began to hurry outside the thick cooling air was pushed along my face like a icy sheet. Our cabin then proceeded to move towards to the citadel of the region, the local church. Its beauty shrouded the sky in a thick gaze. As groups rushed In like slimy bugs in the rain people sat down and the room was almost silent and then church began. After church concluded we all ran in towards the canteen and filled our stomachs with sweet delectable honey filled breakfast pastries, everyone felt bloated like a swollen tick. The male part of our camp then was assigned to clean the bathrooms while the female majority was ordered to clean the horrific kitchen. Our group made it apparent that the the six of us can clean a bathroom in twenty five seconds. As I look back I think that we were disgusting, but at the time it was an achievement we could all dance to. We then began our long day on a path, a path that reminded us of our