Write A Narrative About Moving Away

It was a cloudy summer day and I was going to camp. I can remember my Mom forcing me out of the vehicle to meet other kids with the same look on their faces that I had. We were all being loaded up onto the bus and my thoughts of the future events were as negative as they could be. After the hours of driving, the destination was right beyond my eyes. A glistening circular lake with unkempt looking cabins was among us. In the little amount of time acquaintances were made, with one being Dawson. He was a bright thirteen year old boy with the height of a grown man. I never predicted what I would learn about him through our days before we would departure. In the months before camp, Dawson had a brother named Wyatt. Wyatt was fifteen. The two brother’s