The Arcane Society

Chapter 37

June 10th: Back at Square One, Canoing Nightmare,

Back at Square One
Yes, I took a huge-ass hiatus. No big deal. Let's just get back to where we started.

Now, we've come along way from the 7th grader I was when I began this. And we're right back where I started. The couple days before school leaving, and I'm stuck. I'm not done growing, changing, learning, loving, and feeling but I've made improvements from myself beforehand, and I'm proud in that retrospect.

Canoeing Nightmare
Ahhh, canoeing, such a relaxing thing. If you know how to do it correctly, that is. Now, I had been pretty stoked for this one since the beginning of the year. So, we went over tips and stuff in science class and what to do.

{Since I don't want to cause my partner any more trouble, I'll protect her identity even further and call her Rosalie.}

Rosalie and I were signed up as partners for the canoeing trip, and we wrote it in blood red pen, no less. Little did I know, that she was hydrophobic and was afraid of the canoe, period. Clad in my neon Camp Half-Blood Shirt: Daughter of Apollo, Dragon Pride strap bag, shorts, we made our way via bus to the lake where we would spend four hours. It was when we got life jackets on, then

BOOM! Lighting.

Really? Didn't they see this coming? I thought as I made my way into a slightly crowded barn. Some classmates were already canoeing when they tipped into the river and had to rush back inside, soaking wet. Rosalie and I waited, along with Marina and her partner.

Skipping from all the boring waiting we had to do, we finally got on the canoe. Embarrassingly, we had to heed advice from the same math teacher that continuously fails me every quiz. It was only right then and there that I figured out Rosalie was afraid of this canoe. Of course, I wasn't going to be a prick about it, and just making steering adjustments. We saw a couple beavers, lighting the mood slightly, but there was still some apprehension.

We didn't even come close to the destination before we had to turn back, and I screwed up my leg, by sitting at attention for two hours. We were both holding back tears for completely different reasons. That's when SOMEONE decides to ram full-speed ahead, into our canoe. The asshats were Jack and Brady. (Internet law is making me do this, I swear.)

"Rosalie," I sighed again, "Breathe, we've got this." And that's when I hear water splash behind me. They tipped their canoe. I'll save you the pain of curses being thrown, just think of land mines being blown.

That's when I became the baka, when no less than 15 minutes later, we run into thorn bushes and I'll just skip that too. We'll never finish this story through.

Long story short from the both of us: Living Nightmare. We're lucky we didn't tip once, by being dunces. (Why am I rhyming!?}

Rosalie fell asleep on the bus -poor thing- while I caught 5 minutes of sleep. Neither of us said a peep. (Pffft, I'm just going to continue the timing.)

As we got off the bus, we were both exhausted for different reasons, and the end of the story is drawing near, but at least I got to spend it facing fear.