I WROTE THIS IN 2015 DO NOT JUDGE

Arrival

"Joshua Morris, I'm making a phone call the moment we're back at school" scolded Mr. Pateo. Josh had it coming to him, however, you could see how difficult it would be for someone like Josh to resist such a perfect spitball opportunity.

You would be there shortly, and the interstate highway had quickly faded into a thin dirt road. This was it. The countdown was about to start. Margo had switched seats and was now sitting with her friend Grace, the two of them swiping through some strange app on Grace's phone. Grace was accompanying Margo to say goodbye, which you didn't really understand.

Mr. Pateo descended down the aisle to where you were sitting.

"Hey, Kubrick, better get rolling."

You looked up at him, startled. He gestured towards your camera bag.

"The show starts now! We need a shot of us pulling in."

"Oh, oh yeah of course.

Taking your camera out of your bag, you began to screw on the mic. Duncan quickly caught hold of this.

"Ay Kubrick! That's the weirdest fuckin' dildo I've ever seen." Josh chuckled from behind you.

You bit your lip and shot back at him. "Really? I'm sure you've seen your fair share."

Duncan let out an exasperated "Buddy" as Josh howled with laughter from behind you.

"Duncan!" Mr. Pateo shouted.

All of a sudden, the bus conveniently jolted to a stop. Mr. Pateo diverted his attention from Duncan to the front of the bus once again.

"Alright, everybody, we're here!"

Margo threw herself on top of Grace.

"I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Stop, stop or I'll start crying."

"Kubrick!" Mr. Pateo called to you.

"Rolling" you responded in an unenthusiastic tone.

"Alright everybody, let's get movin'!"

Slowly, your classmates began to shuffle out of their seats. You positioned yourself at the back of the bus, camera on your shoulder; doing all you could to keep the lens above Margo's neckline.

Finally, Oliver made his way off the bus, the final camper. You turned to Josh, who was now alone with Grace and a few other friends in their seats.

"I'll see ya man."

He winked back at you and held a thumbs up.

The property was absolutely gorgeous, with crimson and golden leaves tumbling off of the giant surrounding sugar maples. A cobblestone path led from the drive-up into the woods.

"It's a bit of a walk from here." Mr. Pateo mumbled.

There were a few groans, and Margo and Duncan grabbed each other's hand.

You sighed and zipped up your windbreaker.

"Let this world explode."

After a while of walking down the path, you finally emerged from the woods into a large clearing. The group gasped. They hadn't seen any photos of the cabin, as almost all electronics were banned at the reserve by the Amish family who rented out the property.

In the far right corner of the clearing, which was surrounded by pines, was a large cottage, with three floors. You could see through the underbrush behind it, and you caught some glimpses of the cool blue waves of a lake. Beside the gigantic cottage, which had a large patio and from the looks of it, several balconies, was a smaller shed, which you assumed was most likely used for storage. In the middle of the clearing stood several badminton courts, as well as a couple tetherball poles and a soccer goal. Across the clearing, a good two-hundred meter or so was a large one-story building, with an equally large patio, and a handpainted sign above it that said "RECREATIONAL FACILITY."

Mr. Pateo spoke again. "Take it all in folks, this is your reward."