On the second night, my mom taught us both how to fish. Chloe actually caught a small bass, screamed so loud three neighboring campsites came to check on us, and then insisted we release it with a "ceremony." My mom let her name the fish (she named it "Glitter").
The engine of Mom’s old SUV groaned as we climbed the switchbacks of the Pine Ridge Trail. I looked out the window, trying to focus on the blur of cedar trees, but it was impossible to ignore the sound of crinkling plastic coming from the backseat. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
My friend, who I'll refer to as "Alex," had been a part of my social circle for a while, and I had grown accustomed to his energetic and chatty personality. However, on this particular trip, his non-stop talking became a source of frustration for me. It seemed like he had an opinion on everything, and he wasn't afraid to share it - loudly and frequently. On the second night, my mom taught us both how to fish
The viewpoint character through whom the player navigates the story, makes choices, and observes changing relationships. I looked out the window, trying to focus
"I think I heard a twig snap. Are we going to die? Do you think Mom will let me sleep in the car?"