A noise outside my tent awoke me out of a dead sleep. I sat up and peered out of at the shimmering moon. I felt my stomach start to growl as I saw the light on over the door to the public bathrooms, through the woods. My eyes quickly darted up and down the dirt road that led in and out of the camping grounds.
I gulped. I hated camping by myself. Why did I let my friend talk me into this? I crept out of my tent and slowly stood up, getting ready to sprint across.
Bad choice.
At the last second I remembered to grab the flashlight out of my burlap sack. I zipped up my tent and clicked on the light. I flashed it up and down the road, and quickly set off across.
Swiftly looking behind me, I lost my foot and fell into the nearby ditch.
The light went out.
Ugh! I looked at the distance to the bathroom and back to my tent. My stomach decided for me. I left the flashlight in the ditch and slowly lifted myself to my feet; inch by inch starting to walk into the dense woods.