By mid-day, the camp was filled once more with laughter and activity. My friends sat at a table, talking, while I stood lonesomely by the side, taking in the scene like the aspired movie maker that I am. It had been a good day, but we were to leave soon. Very soon, Mr Hill had said so. It filled me with sorrow when I thought of leaving the way we had come, for it was not pleasant what so ever. Though I loved the sea, I had despised our trip to the camp. The day had been cold and the weather too wet, even for ocean travel. But there was no other way. I thought of the possibility of the train, I saw a station as we had approached, but then dismissed it and I came to the conclusion that the trains were out of service or something like that.
At the end of the day, we took our bags upon our shoulders and headed for the road. I had mixed feelings of going. I eagerly strode in front of the others, but was lamenting for leaving the camp. But something told me we had to go, and my usual eagerness and the want to be the leader took over again, and the sorrow of leaving subsided.
I ran, quickly, towards the beach, but I felt like I was going no where. There was no ship, no boat, nothing. How were we supposed to get away? I marveled at the sea for a while, gazing beyond and seeing it's turquoise waves splash every shore. It helped me calm down. After a while I turned, but my things, that used to be lying at my feet, disappeared. And we were on another beach. A walk-way extended at the end of the beach, and behind that stood deserted land, stretching far. It was gray, and though I knew that land couldn't possibly be gray in nature, it was. There was no concrete, yet it was gray. It was all gray.
We gazed towards a group of men that looked like they belonged to a band of 16th century pirates. They moved our way, and though I wanted to run, I couldn't, I was glued to place, my shoes as heavy as lead. They took us, one by one, by our arms and twisted them behind our backs so we were enabled. I mildly thought of a knight in shining armour, coming to rescue us, but immediately knew that no fairy tale would belong to us, and we were to be massacred on this very gray land. Suddenly, chaos in the middle of the crowd began, and we twisted around as best as we could, seeing what had happened. The guys, as annoying as they had always been, were beginning to get slaughtered. I ached to help them, even though they might not have done the same for me. My eyes met with Allison's, who was also held captive. She turned slightly, and I saw the shining, sleek side of a blade, dangling in her hand. She stabbed blindly behind her, and the blade made contact with her capture's stomach, and soon the others were looking towards them, but it was too late.
I pulled on the metal chain around my neck, a necklace of some sort I have took into my possession at camp. I slashed it out like a whip, and it grew three times it's original length. I saw the other girls do the same, and soon the pirates were running from the painful tips of the metal whips. We turned to the guys, aiding as many as we could have, but some of them were gone, some of my own friends included.
Mr Hill was mostly unharmed, and to my surprised, he fought ruthlessly, a task I didn't think the peaceful strings teacher could accomplish.
After the boys got a breather, we ran. I ran extremely fast, taking up the lead again. I looked back occasionally to make sure everything was okay, but I ran full out, trying to get away, allowing the crisp wind slap me. We came to town, and went into a Home-Sense for shelter.
A Starbucks stood at the entrance, and some of my friends and I herded the huge group into the store, and after that asking for drinks at the counter. A rule that had not dawned me was that every Tuesday, Starbucks gave out free drinks, and we took as many as we possibly can, everyone filling out the few water bottles we had, in case we needed it later. Most of us were tired, and all of us were still in a state of shock. But it was okay, it was all going to be okay.
And then I woke up.....
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