Next, after dinner, before the sun had set, we were doing a army course. Kids raced against each other, and counselors watches to finish before twenty seconds. Seemed easy enough… right? The course consisted of ropes to crawl under, a tree to climb, and then to jump onto a trampoline, and jump onto steady logs and steal a acorn, indicating you had won. If your opponent had also grabbed their acorn at the same time, then you would have to do a rematch. “Okay, Clay and Wren.” Mrs. Mia said. Clay nodded and waited to start. Wren was a quiet kid, though, in her cabin, a major brat. “I will have this done in two seconds flat.” She proclaimed. How did she think she was going to finish the Army Course when she had designer clothes on? I shook my head at how stupid she was and watched Mrs. Mia blow the whistle. Clay and Wren dived down and got into the dirt. The dirt wasn’t wet, it was moist soil. Clay was easily able to crawl under, and Wren? She was gasping and whining the whole time. “My designer bag is going to be ruined!” “How could you make me do this?” “My nails!” “My jacket!”       Meanwhile, Clay was already half-way done. He was at the top of the tree, and climbed facing us, jumping backwards. He only did that to do a backflip. He turned around and leapt onto each log. Wren wasn’t even past the crawl station. She was complaining about her designer things. I noticed Clay raised his hands, and Mrs. Mia blowed the whistle. Wren got herself out from being tangled and stomped off, like the world crushed her spirit. I burst out laughing at her, and so did many kids. Clay came back with a cocky expression on his face. “That’s how ya do it, Walk.” He sat right next to me. Next was Logan and Sky. They both dashed up, and could hardly wait to blow the whistle. When Mrs. Mia tempted them long enough, she blew the whistle. Both kids were competitive, and both easily did the crawl station perfectly. Sky was quicker climbing the trees, but Logan was scrambling as fast as he could. Sky made it first, and pounced off of the tree. Logan wasn’t so behind, as a second later he had jumped too. Sky and Logan both easily completed the jumping logs station, and Sky snatched the acorn first. Sky raced back with confidence and did a little victory dance. “Next up, Dervin and Walker.” Mrs. Mia put the whistle to her lips. I sighed and got up, trudging past each kid. Hopefully, this wouldn’t look like that scene from Captain America, the First Avenger. Dervin was slow, like Wren was to get here. Mrs. Mia blew the whistle, and I dropped to the soil, using all my upper body to crawl. The soil was soft, and I didn’t like the feel of it. Once I had gotten myself out of that rope station, I wrapped my arms around the tree, and bear hugged the tree, trying to climb. It was barely working, and, Dervin was winning. I tried to grab onto a branch, because the uncomfortable bark was tearing up my legs, but I was just too short. Dervin sprang off the trampoline and double bounced, and leapt onto the log station. I finally got the courage to jump, and I quickly scrambled onto the log. Only, I was too late. He snatched his acorn and started doing the floss dance. If one word could describe him, it would be cringe-worthy. I slumped back and walked to Clay. “Dervin is just a lot taller, so he was able to reach more, you did good, though.” Clay reassured me, and I nodded. The sky was growing darker, and with only a few kids who hadn’t done it, Mrs. Allen decided to usher us in our cabins. “Glad Dervin isn’t in the same cabin,” I whispered to Clay. Clay nodded. Only fireflies were able to light the rest of the night. I opened the cabin door, and kids flooded in. I got my pajamas on and got in my bunk. Closing my eyes, I hoped for a win tomorrow morning.

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