Truth or Dare
Truth or Dare
It’s around six in the morning, 55 degrees outside. Torri and I are running in the hills of west virginia with the priest shouting at us; with the sun streaming through the horizon over the ridge. All I could remember was that ridiculous smile on my face and the thought that was running through my head. It’s the last four days before we got back home. This would be the last summer I spent in Summer Camp. On the morning of the 27th we are getting ready for the day festivities and the bonfire. We’re wearing clothes that can get soaking wet and stay wet all day. The squirt guns are ready, water-buckets, soap, hoses, and the water balloons. The longest water slide I have ever seen and fun had begun. We practically spent the whole day up until it got dark with that slide and the water balloon game, René and I were walking back to the boy’s cabin to change for the bash. We went ahead and got ready, and waited around the living area for the girls, for the first time since we've been here we were allowed to be in the same cabin with the girls during night time but we had to all go to bed around Midnight. Undoubtedly, the director and counselor trusted us little did I know this would be a night I would never forget. The nine of us were waiting for the girls to come, the girls brave enough to come. They girls came all dressed up and looking stunning and beautiful, while we were just wearing casual clothes. Cassie had brought board games, Kyle had some booze with him, Joey had chips. The night was looking great and promising we played a few games of twisters we all went around the room and talked a bit, but I was standing in a corner with my cup in hand watching the fun. Torri and her friends came up to me we laughed and sat for a while, away from the group. “You know this might be your best chance to talk to her before camp ends,” Torri said. I told her “I don’t want to make a fool out of myself, when she doesn’t even like me.” She
It’s around six in the morning, 55 degrees outside. Torri and I are running in the hills of west virginia with the priest shouting at us; with the sun streaming through the horizon over the ridge. All I could remember was that ridiculous smile on my face and the thought that was running through my head. It’s the last four days before we got back home. This would be the last summer I spent in Summer Camp. On the morning of the 27th we are getting ready for the day festivities and the bonfire. We’re wearing clothes that can get soaking wet and stay wet all day. The squirt guns are ready, water-buckets, soap, hoses, and the water balloons. The longest water slide I have ever seen and fun had begun. We practically spent the whole day up until it got dark with that slide and the water balloon game, René and I were walking back to the boy’s cabin to change for the bash. We went ahead and got ready, and waited around the living area for the girls, for the first time since we've been here we were allowed to be in the same cabin with the girls during night time but we had to all go to bed around Midnight. Undoubtedly, the director and counselor trusted us little did I know this would be a night I would never forget. The nine of us were waiting for the girls to come, the girls brave enough to come. They girls came all dressed up and looking stunning and beautiful, while we were just wearing casual clothes. Cassie had brought board games, Kyle had some booze with him, Joey had chips. The night was looking great and promising we played a few games of twisters we all went around the room and talked a bit, but I was standing in a corner with my cup in hand watching the fun. Torri and her friends came up to me we laughed and sat for a while, away from the group. “You know this might be your best chance to talk to her before camp ends,” Torri said. I told her “I don’t want to make a fool out of myself, when she doesn’t even like me.” She