Chapter 5
"Row, row, row the raft, gently down the stream.
Merrily merrily merrily merrily,
We want Brigitte to scream!!"
This song was a great spirit lifter. Especially with our entire cabin mates singing it with me. Brigitte's raft was a long ways ahead of us, so she couldn't possibly hear the songs we sang chorusing out in the air.
Ashyr suddenly interrupted another rousing chorus of 'Row row row your raft'. "Alright, I have a plan. We're going to row like mad, catch up to super-bitch's raft, and then let Taylor do her thing."
"My thing? What thing?"
Ashyr grinned, leaning forward so another passing raft couldn't hear him. He whispered it, loud enough for just our raft to hear.
The instant I heard his words, I couldn't help, but smirk. It was a brilliantly sinister plan. And it had everyone excited and fueled with testosterone (...and estrogen).
"I have to admit, I really do admire you for your evilness, Ashyr," I commented, smirking.
"Thank you... it's hereditary," he grinned.
So, our group did exactly what Ashyr said. We rowed like mad. Passing raft by raft and breathing heavily, our raft had soon caught up with Brigitte's from behind. Brigitte had her back to us and didn’t notice anything. She was laughing loudly about something not bothering to row for her cabin mates as they struggled on.
I sort of felt bad that I was going to ruin her fun…not!
Evil butterflies fluttered in my stomach…evilly.
As soon as our rafts were only one foot apart, Ashyr gave me my cue.
"Hey Brigitte," I shouted.
She turned around and saw me, safely and smugly sitting in our raft. The smile literally slid off of her face, and her eyes narrowed aggressively. Till I swung my oar and.... BAM! I smacked her square in the gut with the oar. Her face contorted with shock as she flew backwards, screaming wildly, and plunged into the river.
She bobbed up and down in her fluorescent tank top, screaming incoherently.
"AHH! Sandra help me!" she squealed for her friend. One of her cabin-mates reached her arms out from the raft to pull Brigitte back into the raft, looking horrified. It didn't turn out well... Brigitte attempted to pull herself into the raft, but instead pulled her cabin-mate into the water with her. Her mate fell headfirst and started shrieking every three seconds.
"Where is the off button?!" Ashyr grumbled, his face cringing as she screamed.
Both the girls bobbed up and down stupidly, just screaming at their cabin mates to save them. Everyone in our raft was cracking up. It was completely awful, but some people just have to be taught a lesson.
But we weren't done just yet... The people in Brigitte's cabin were in chaos trying to help Brigitte and Sandra back into the raft.
"Ambush!" Ashyr suddenly shouted.
Liam gave a banshee screech. Which was actually very high-pitched and hilarious.
My cabin-mates and I rowed madly with a suddenly burst of energy. While they were unsuspecting and still in confusion, we started randomly beating the oars out of Brigitte's cabin mates. Eventually, everyone in Brigitte's raft had lost their oars.
They looked super pissed...
But no one in our cabin really cared.
"See ya!" Kerri shouted. We then casually rowed away as if nothing had happened, leaving Brigitte and her crew stranded in the middle of the river. I turned around and saw Brigitte floating in the water with the look of utmost hatred. She glared menacingly at me, non-verbally threatening me that she'd get me back for this.
But Ashyr noticed this too, and decided he'd respond to her with the oh-so-flattering finger. After flipping her off, the rest of your cabin imitated Liam's high-pitched banshee screech and rowed away.
As awful as it was to admit, it felt so nice to plot someone's downfall...
