As I opened the door, I knew it was going to be a
horrible summer. The campers were running around tackling each other as
if they were playing football. I never wanted to go to summer camp, but
I was forced. The worst part about it was that I had no friends there.
It was chaos. My brothers made friends in about five minutes, while I
sat in the corner. It felt like my parents dropped me off here just to
torture me. Once is a while, I’d try to make a friend, but is would all
go downhill. Every day, I’d sit in the corner, wishing I had a friend.
At lunch, I’d try and sit with kids at a table, but they’d just walk
away. I could hear the other kids laughing and screaming a mile away.
“There’s no way I’m going to camp tomorrow,” I’d tell my mom. “Well your
brothers had fun,” she explained, as my brothers ran around screaming in
Each day, my mom dragged me to camp. It was the same every morning. My
brothers swung the door open. They ran over to their friends. I walked
over to the corner like I owned that part of the camp. I’d just curl up
into a ball and stay there for the whole day.
One afternoon, I noticed a kid sitting at a table by himself. I walked
over to him. “Would you like to play basketball?” I asked him. He
nodded. We played, laughing and telling jokes. At lunch we sat together
and laughed as we chewed on our food. When my mom picked me up, I waved
The next day, I got ready for camp as quickly as possible, knowing I had
a friend at camp. I was out of the corner as happy as can be.