“Matt, make sure you don’t misbehave!” Mum yelled. Mum was always worried about me, monitoring whatever I did.
The thought of the monster circulated around my mind like a merry go round. The thought of the horrifying appearance of the monster made my mind revolt in disgust, although I knew it was merely a myth.
“Matt!” Mum shouted once again. I stuttered. “It’s time to go!”
I was so busy dwelling at the prospect of coming face to face with the sickening monster that I blocked out the fact that the car journey had a come to halt and we had arrived at the meeting point. I glared through the car window at the reserved site to see a bunch of people accumulated around a tall figure. He must have been the camp leader, I thought to myself. The gentleman was a tall figure, perhaps in his mid twenties. His face was decorated in freckles, and his eyes harboured two crystal clear pulses of blue.
“It looks like they are doing the register, hurry now or they’ll explain the vital rules without you.” Mum explained.
I jumped out of the car and grabbed my bag from the boot, containing my essentials.
“Bye mum.” I said
“Remember to make good friends, but make sure you pick them wisely as a good friend is like a map in a spaghetti junction.” Mum explained.
On that note Mum drove off and I turned towards my adventure. I could smell the pine cones, and I could taste the damp air. However the sound of the register made me sprint to the group and call out my name. And that’s when it began.
The camp leader Jeff called out my group; it consisted of people who were complete strangers to my eyes. The group was made up of Chuckie, Tom, Mick and me. In the corner of my eye I caught all three glaring at me. Their eyes like owls.
“H-H-H…. Hello my name is Matt” I stuttered.
“Hi my name is Chuckie.” Replied the shortest of the three. Chuckie looked like a friendly guy. His ginger hair curled above his eyebrows, and his puffy cheeks were swelled across his chubby face. He wore thick spectacles that looked heavy.
The others introduced themselves as Mick and Tom. It appeared as though they all came from the same
“So you’re the new kid,” said Mick in a hushed tone.
“Indeed I am……” I replied.
“Please go to your assigned tents.” Jeff interrupted. “There will be no leaving of the camp site until further information in the morning.”
Immediately we made our way to our assigned tents. I was sharing my tent with Tom, Mick and Chuckie. As we were approaching the tents the heavens had decided to open and downpour on us like the Niagara falls on the dawn of a summer’s day. The day was on the brink of sunset and before we knew the dark sky underneath. The wind had picked up Pace and the tent in the distance could be seen swaying gently. Time slowly passed and finally we reached the tents. We quickly entered the tent and pulled down the zip, pleased to escape the wrath of the clouds. As we settled into our sleeping sacks the rain was pounding the vertices of the tent. The shadows of the trees seemed to be getting bigger and closer by the second. My imagination started to run wild and I imagined the monster devouring our heads leaving only bones and gristle on the cold dark ground.
“Has the stupid leader of this amateur campsite gone to bed yet?” Mick asked angrily.
“Yes, why don’t you like this camping stuff?” I asked
“Well my parents dragged me here like a ragdoll, because they say it will teach me survival skills.”
By that quote I could hear a slight sound of a bad plan and slight sound of ego as well.
“I don’t know what you are planning on doing, but if it’s bad, I’m out. If I mess up on this camp trip, I’m grounded for life.” Chuckie complained. I could hear in my mind the thoughts of my mum drumming into me about paths and choices. I better make the right one tonight.
Chuckie appeared to be the cautious character that was never was never up for anything that involved a slight element of risk or danger. Mick on the other hand was daring and adventures child who seemed as cunning as a fox. He seemed as keen as mustard to get up to mischief and leave the campsite.
“This is supposed to be an adventure, lets go out an explore.” Mick said
“But what ‘bout the Monster” Chuckie questioned
“What you talking about fool, that’s just a myth, you’re not scared are you?”
“No….. I’m not scared.” Chuckie hesitated.
“Then it’s settled, we leave now, follow me boys.”
Hesitantly we all succumbed to the peer pressure and followed Mick.