Paper 2 Draft 1

“ Ha ha, so when we get back to camp, we should all go back to my tent to get s’mores, the dads aren’t cooking dinner for a few more hours and I’m starving” said Maggie. “Yeah Maggie, that sounds great, just let me finish getting rid of this branch on our raft and we can leave” I said. I was a very determined child, always wanting to be able to do something and always wanted to be seen as tough. When we first began camping I was the only girl surrounded by nine other boys. It was like that for quite some time so you can imagine I learned how to hang out with the boys, and became a little bit tomboy myself. One of my biggest things growing up is I never wanted anyone to see my cry, no matter how sad I was or how much physical pain I was enduring I would never left myself shed a tear, I never wanted to appear as weak. I finished cutting down the branch from our homemade raft and Maggie and I began our climb up the muddy hill. I had my favorite pink Hollister shirt on with ripped dark wash jeans and of course my neon green crocs. The raft Maggie, Brooke and I had been working on was simply just an old pallet we found in the woods, it had much growth on it, such as weeds, roots intertwined within the pallet openings and a little branch that had grown up the side. We got rid of most of the growth and stuffed the pallet with Styrofoam so it could float. I was finishing up the final touches of our raft when I realized I was not strong enough to break the branch alone. I sprinted back to the campground and asked my friends Caden to borrow his neon orange pocket knife. He agreed but made me promise to bring the knife right back. I then ran to the lake where the raft was to finish the job. I slowly sliced away at the branch until it fell, crashing into the water. The raft was perfect, and we were ready to set sail. Caden made me promise to bring the knife right back, so I did, however not in the condition the knife left with. While Maggie and I were walking up the steep muddy hill, I suddenly felt my back-foot slip, I did what any person would do, and threw my hands down to catch myself. However, I had the knife in my hand. Maggie turned around and looked at me shocked she asked, “hey you alright” then her face went blank. I didn’t quite comprehend what had happen just a few seconds ago, I looked down to pick up the knife but it was gone, I turned to the right and there it was deeply penetrated into my neck. I freaked, and yanked the knife out, blood began squirting out all over my shirt, then I felt the intense pain, as if my neck was on fire.