Chapter 3
I went back to the cabin with Kerri and Cassie. I didn't speak to them for a while, but they carried on a deep conversation about something. I wasn't listening...I was too busy thinking about what I had gotten myself into. In one hour, I'd have to face the entire cabin and everybody else. And I seriously hoped that what happened last year, wouldn't happen again. I remember the horrible memories of the last time I went rafting....
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I was pretty nervous about white-water rafting. I felt weird about sitting in an air-raft and riding through the river. I've never been one who'd do anything that involved water-sports.... partially because the idea of drowning was frightening, and also because I couldn't swim. It's not that I wasn't taught, no.
I was put in class after class in a desperate attempt by my mother to teach me to swim. But I invariably failed every class. I'd either run away from the pool, screaming about the "evilness" of the water, or declare that I were deathly allergic to chlorine and would get huge boils in places that I wished not to discuss.
My excuses eventually got old and my mom finally gave up. But at least I was going to be safely secured in a raft, right? There was no way that anyone could fall into the water... right? And anyway, my cabin friends Brigitte and Cassie had my back. They wouldn't let anything happen to me.
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I frowned at the thought.
That's right folks, Brigitte Plover used to be my friend when we both shared a cabin. But that was a long long time ago. Actually, only a year ago... but still. That was all before she claimed herself to Satan and turned into an evil slutty monster who was out to ruin my life.
Fine, so she didn’t claim herself to Satan... but she was still an evil slutty monster.
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I was sitting nervously on the raft, tightly gripping the oars. No one had to know that I was a hydrophobic. No one had to think I was strange. No, I'd just have to act calm and collected... no matter how difficult it would prove to be.
Soon the raft set lift from the river's shore. I rowed in synchrony with the rest of the rafters. I pulled my arms back, and then pushed, and then pulled, and then pushed. It seemed almost do-able. It seemed as if all would be fine. I noticed that Brigitte had finally gotten the courage to talk to the guy she was crushing on, Matt. They looked like they were getting along well. She flirted with him a little and he splashed her with water, grinning. I smiled and kept rowing.
Everything would have gone fine if my fellow rafters didn't fail to see the rocks ahead. The water got rougher and rowing became even harder. My arms grew sore from the pushing and pulling. But I had to do it... for the group. It seemed to get only harder. The water had started to rage and churn dangerously. Before we all knew it, we had lost control of the raft. It shot down the river and into Class five waters. I felt my grip around the oars tighten, white-knuckled and frightened. A horrified scream was waiting to be released, but I was too scared. Suddenly, my grip on the oar slipped.
The oar slid into the river before I could make a grab for it. Matt started screaming at me for dropping the oar and the rush of water screamed dangerously. I couldn't take it anymore... I covered my ears and tried to blot everything out. Everyone else didn't know what was going on and they seemed to be relatively calm. But not me. A small sob of fear escaped from my mouth.
Suddenly, the raft hit a rock and bumped back. I was flung off of the raft and fell into the raging river. I screamed horridly. I tried to swim but only felt my foot getting sucked into a hole. I couldn't move. Soon, water started flooding over me. I splashed up, my nostrils barely above the surface.
Within no time, I fully submerged underwater for almost three whole minutes. Or at least it felt like three minutes.
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I sighed. Just remembering these memories creeped me out. When I was finally rescued, people started making fun of me for the major breakdown. One of these people was Matt. And to my horror, Brigitte Plover started making fun of me and cracking jokes too.... just so she can get closer to Matt.
I eventually confronted her and asked her why she was being so mean... but the confrontation only led to her shifting her contempt gears on full speed ahead. She soon turned into Super-Bitch. The entire summer at Camp Darango was filled with her and her newfound goons taunting me and imitating my break-down every minute. She'd ruin every moment of my life, right down to the last second of camp.
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A/n
This was a flashback kind of thing. Yep. :D
