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Blake Lake
It was a sunny day at Ontario, Canada I was really excited because we were on the way to the summer camp, my mom was in tears because it was the first time we will ever going to be apart. My dad was driving, he was serious as always, country music was playing.. oh! I hate country music! And I was really tired from the Mexico-Canada flight, it was really long and I was exhausted. But either way I was so happy about the summer camp that I didn’t care, this would be the first time I’ll see Sandra since she moved to Canada on 2006, 9 years have passed! Oh my god, all that I could think about was if she was going to be the same girl that I met in 4th grade, blonde, short, always laughing about everything anyone said and with a really annoying voice that only I could handle. I think that’s why we became best friends.
Finally there it was, Bark lake summer camp, everything was beautiful, you could see the mountains from your cabin and all the staff was really nice and kind, one of them Mr. Scott helped me find my Cabin and told me that it would be the best summer of my life. When I got into my cabin I was surprised that Sandra hasn’t arrived yet but then I realized it actually was a good thing, so I took advantage of it and I got the bed near the window so I could see the sun rise every morning. When I was already established at my bed I realized one thing, the window had view straight to the lake and although it was a beautiful view, I was really afraid of the thought of drowning. Ever since I was a little girl I´ve been terrified of water, it´s a fear that is unexplainable to me, I just have it and that´s why I never learned how to swim.
Suddenly I hear footsteps and a loud voice tone, “It´s Sandra!” I thought so I ran into the hallway and there she was long black hair, piercings and 1 tattoo on her wrist. Who was this girl? Hair dyed, and piercings? Anyway, the fact that she changed on the outside doesn’t mean that she is not the same Sandra, so I ran into her and hugged her but I felt really awkward when I did it, it was like she was not the same girl, she was all into the bad chick mood. That afternoon we had our first activity, and it was canoeing, I felt horrorized when I heard that word, but immediately Sandra took my hand and said: “Come! Let´s go first!, you are not afraid of water anymore are you? I didn’t even had time to answer when we were already in the canoe. I told Sandra that I didn´t want to go far from the shore, and all that she said was: “Come on, don´t be a chicken”. Sandra didn´t care what I told her and started to row far, far away from the shore, I was just paralyzed and begging her to stop and turn around but she wouldn’t listen.
Cherry on top, it started raining, really hard! It was a storm and we were really far from the shore, we couldn´t come back even If we wanted this time. I started crying, Sandra just sat there and laughed at me I even heard she said: “what a chicken!”, suddenly out of nowhere a little wave hit our canoe, that made me fell off the canoe, Sandra knew I didn’t know how to swim and yet she didn’t help me. I think it was because by that time she was really scared too. Hopefully someone heard me scream and sent a rescuing boat, they arrived in less than 1 minute but I felt it was an hour. They got me out of the water and took both of us to safe land, that night I couldn’t sleep thinking that I could’ve died and that sometimes even if you have really good memories with someone, overtime they can change and you have to let them go or else, that people will only do harm on your life.
