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The bright sun rose up in the morning sky. My eyes opened, readjusting to the light of the sky. It was camping day. Every year during the summer, my family and I get together and go out into the outdoors to rough it up a little bit. We take a trip away from the hustling and bustling of the city, and enjoy the life outdoors. But personally, I couldn't care less. We never had much fun on these trips. Most of the time, it was just the common routine of "eat-sleep-eat-sleep", so what was the point?
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If you want to know, my name's Sarah Henderson. I'm 14 years old, an average girl with no siblings. Somebody you would probably be able to relate to. Sounds pretty simple? Nuh-uh. Filled with drama, at school and also at home. Not everything I hoped it would be.
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As I came down the stairs, I could smell the refreshing smells of bacon and eggs and toast flowing out of the kitchen. It made my stomach growl. Of course I would need a big breakfast before the big camping trip. This year, we were going to Camp Freezemouth. It's a weird name, I know.
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After eating breakfast and loading our trunk with our stuff, we all loaded into the car. We drove a small Toyota that had plenty of trunk storage for all of our camping equipment and backpacks. The trunk space was necessary. If we didn't have enough, I'd probably be sitting in the back of the car with two sets of tents beside me.
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It was supposed to be a three hour drive, not including the small pit stops we had to make due to...personal reasons. Altogether, we took about 4 hours. We passed large dense forests, stale rocky mountains, and brisk blue lakes. Every one of these scenes could have belonged on a postcard! But I couldn't care. My parents were always nagging me about each trip. They expected me to be happy. How could I be happy when I knew that something would go wrong?
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Every trip went wrong.
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Like that time our family went to Freer Lake. My dad was trying to take a picture of us near the lake, and a bunch of wild geese attacked him. He got bruised everywhere, and he got a few scars. We never went back there.
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Oh yeah, what about that time our family went to Camp Askal? My mom went in to get firewood, and she got stung by a whole bunch of wasps that "came from nowhere", or so she said.
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But anyways, it didn't matter. Every trip ended the same way, with someone getting hurt. The same boring trip with the same boring family. What difference could this trip make?
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I was wrong.
