Camp

Grabbing rapidly the beastly weeds pull at my terrified legs,trying to pull me under.” Got Ya”. I urned to go back. Still swimming,I finally reached my destination hope depended on me.The freezing water trickled down my legs running away for what was going to happen next.Revolting as it sounds smell swam around in my nose.

The unconstrained lake seemed to take for ever. But one by one everybody got on with it. But the elated source flew past the camp like a  tsunami.
By Reese Amoore