Best Week Gone Bad

Best Week Gone Bad - Full Story

As I lugged my small, but heavy, suitcase out of the back of my mom's car, I looked at the camp where I would spend the next five days of my life. I was especially excited for this week, because I was staying in the treehouse camp at one of the local camps in my area! Walking alongside my best friend, Sarah, we headed to the treehouse we were assigned to for the week and took our suitcases up the stairs.

After picking an empty bunk and getting it ready for the week, we both headed down the wooden stairs to meet the other girls we would be spending the week with. Looking around, I saw five other girls and our camp counselor, all sitting together at a long table.

"Hi girls!" she said. Looking towards at her, I smiled, taking a seat at the table.

She introduced herself as Hillary before looking down a small sheet of paper in her hand. "Isabel and Sarah?"

"Yes," we confirmed, more interested in looking at the beautiful campsite.

There were four treehouses and a small recreation area, all surrounded by thick forest. Around us I could hear birds chirping, wind rustling in the leaves, and other campers playing and shouting in delight, already having lots of fun. This week would definitely be a good week at camp.

Settling down in my bed later that night after a long day of getting-to-know-each-other activities, I was about to go to sleep. I closed my eyes, feeling extremely tired, when I suddenly heard a scream.

"There's a mouse above my bunk!" shouted the girl in the bed next to me. I sat up and looked around her bunk, shining my flashlight around, since there weren't lights in the treehouse and it was pitch black all around us. Sure enough, a tiny little mouse was above her bunk in the rafters. It looked cute to me, but everyone else was screaming.

"GET IT OUT!" she screamed louder, quickly climbing out of her bunk. I stayed in mine, too lazy and tired to actually climb out of the top bunk where I was staying. Plus, the mouse wasn't that close anyway.

Hillary, on the other hand, got up and onto the girl's bunk, looking at the mouse hesitantly.

"Would someone please give me something to shoo it away with?" she asked. Sarah silently handed her a flip flop.

"I see the hole it came in through," Hillary observed. "I'm gonna try to knock it out through there."

We all watched in anticipation as she gently nudged it with the flip flop. It let out a small squeak before being driven back out of the hole. Hillary moved her head closer to see if the mouse had actually gotten off of the cabin. She then quickly jumped back and shrieked about the mouse probably being crazy with rabies as it boldly came back in, and then she smacked it with the flip flop. It was flung outside and off of the cabin. Sighing with relief, she quickly climbed off the bunk and back into her own bed.

"Go to sleep." she said in a commanding voice, completely covering herself with her blanket as if to drive all the bugs and animals away.

After a while, I was still unable to go to sleep as I was still thinking about what creepy things resided in the cabin. My tired thoughts were quickly interrupted, however, when another girl screamed about a spider crawling on top of her blanket. After that ordeal, it was hard to get to sleep. We'd all be quiet for a bit, trying to get to sleep, before someone would scream about a bug.

As I woke up the next morning, it was very damp in the treehouse. Hearing water dripping onto leaves and on the roof of the treehouse, I realized it had rained that night after I had somehow managed to fall asleep. I heard other people getting up, so I got out of my bed and proceeded to get ready for the day.

"Since it rained last night, everything will be slippery." Hillary said, peeking out the only window in our treehouse, "I'd recommend that you don't wear flip flops or flimsy sandals."