Sorry. I just don't really like to do contests. Plus, I am not the only writer on the site. There are tons of writers who will enter. :) That and I can't really write when someone tells me to so it wouldn't make the due date for when it ends.
That and I am not very comfortable with sharing my writing for a contest. :sweat:
Last edited by Maka-chan; 06-21-2012 at 02:34 AM..
This one time at summer camp... Username: ox3tyi My Story
SPOILERX
I was a city girl down to my last pinkie. "Nature" meant cutting through Central Park to get to the D train. Nature was sitting on the perfectly maintained lawn of Washington Square Park. Nature was the tiny garden my mother would tend to every spring and summer. Nature was most definitely not signing up for a physical education course called "Camping and Canoeing."
"Come on, it'll be fun," my best friend Rosa had urged. "It's only two classes a week, plus we get to go camping with our best friends at the end of the semester! What better way to end senior year?"
Putting aside the fact that camping was practically nonexistent on my bucket list of things-to-do-before-I-leave-high-school-and-go-into-the-real-world-known-as-college, Rosa's tenacity triumphed in the end and before I knew it, we were on the bus to god knows where, upstate New York.
"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in the city anymore," I said to Rosa as we lugged our sleeping bags deep into the jungle woods. You know how in the cartoons and movies and stuff they always show the family around the campfire roasting marshmallows, and that was considered camping? Two smores each and it was off to bed. Well, turns out they forgot to tell you how freaking far you had to walk to get there. 5.7 miles. Let me repeat, 5.7 miles. We walked five point seven frigging miles just so I could put up a tent, eat Pringles from a can, and observe people attempting to start a fire. When the actual campfire was started, I was way too tired to even enjoy my chocolate, marshmallow, and graham cracker concoction.
"My shoes are ruined," I whined to Rosa as we sat on a log. "I've gotten a billion bug bites, and I will literally be the sorest tomorrow."
"The sorest?"
"You know what I mean. And to make things worse, I need to go."
"Go?"
"You know...go relieve myself..."
"Oh, then go!"
"But where's the bathroom?"
"Well, there was a couple back there, but Mr. Mistriel said we weren't allowed to use those because we're not paying for bathroom rights. So just, y'know, find a bush and squat."
I was torn. One part of me was adamantly against putting my tushie right up against all the many bugs, but the other part of me really needed to go. So I went, and for the sake of my sanity I will leave out the details of this part of the story. But let's just say the weekend was not going well for me. I tossed and turned around in my sleeping bag to no end that night. The ground was too hard, the bag too constricting. Finally, I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to get any sleep that night. I crawled out of my shared tent and kicked at the ground. Stupid bugs. Stupid Rosa. If it weren't for her I would have been back home, sleeping on my sometimes-too-hard-but-I'm-not-going-to-complain-now mattress. And pillows, oh my goodness I'd have pillows.
But without Rosa I wouldn't have seen stars. Actual stars, not those points of light in the sky that I would think were stars at first glance but then realize were moving so they couldn't possibly be stars. And without Rosa I wouldn't have seen the most beautiful sunrise ever (because you know, I didn't get any sleep that night). And without Rosa I wouldn't have this story of a city girl who dipped her toe in nature.
