Civil War Narrative

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Alex Kolbo Narrative 1 A Grasp for Reality “Help! Somebody HELP! HELP QUICK!” Was this really happening? It couldn’t be… not here at Timberlake! Nothing bad is supposed to happen at summer camp. Tonight was supposed to be a fun evening hanging out with my best friend and his cabin. I glanced at Allen and saw his face just as shocked and confused as I felt. “Stay here with the kids, I will check it out!” I burst out. I took off in a dead sprint down the sandy trail dimly lit only by the few stars that were poking through the black sky. Thoughts came running through my head: What if someone just got spooked during the game? Maybe another cabin leader was just trying to have a little fun.…show more content…
The trees hugging the path hung over the trail, creating a dark tunnel isolated from reality. Oh man, I hope I don’t come roaring into the scene for no reason. I better not be speeding WAY OVER the limit_, risking the condition of my car for a girl who got dizzy_. My bright lights landed on a crowd of my peers all waving their hands expressing the seriousness of the situation at hand. My confidence rushed back to me as I came to a grinding halt. I got out and helped lay the subdued body in my backseat. My mind was rushing with words being thrown at me from all different directions. I caught phrases like, “non-responsive!” “sporadic breaths!” “lost the heart beat!” “overheated!”. We piled in all the help we could get into my car and split towards camp-forced to take the long way. Everything was all happening at once as I tried to make sense of it all peeking into my rear view mirror at the chaos going on behind me while keeping control of my car on the small winding trail. Directions were being shouted, a girl was crying, one was praying and one was still trying to get the girl to come to. As wetore down the last mile on the drag the girl’s heart stopped. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that this was happening. This was
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