Lurking

Lurking
By Morgan Olson

When at camp some of the younger kids played with water guns and rode horses.
I never had the luxury because i had been pulled from my cabin during my first night.
The rough hands slapped me around until i cried.
I agreed to do what ever the rough hands said and i came to love the rough hands.
They taught me to sneak around and not be detected by the security agents.
Quickly, i was able to climb any tree and eat snakes.
I was sad i had to go home but i promised i would return next year.