Bullying Creative Writing

One cool evening in late September, I was invited to go to my friend’s lake lot to go camping. He invited three other boys that I knew. There was Sam, who liked to be adventurous, Joe, who was a little bit of a trouble maker, Cole, who was the clown of the bunch, and finally Aaron, who was very bold and audacious. All-in-all it was a fun bunch of guys to be hanging out with even if they were trouble makers. It was my first time camping outside without parents around, so it gave me a sense of freedom and an edge of confidence. I was excited to see what the night had in store for us. It was about seven o’clock in the evening and we decided to start a fire and to five 13 year old boys that was pretty exciting. It gave you the feeling of

We were a good mile or two away from Aaron’s place so we walked alongside the road. We had walked pretty far and we were only about a half mile from our destination when suddenly a pickup truck came out of nowhere behind us. We all were very alarmed and so we all quickly ran into the woods that were close by. We waited in anticipation to when the truck would pass us. It took only about 30 seconds until we saw it pass us and we all took a big sigh of relief because it hadn’t seen us. There was a stop sign only a couple hundred feet away from us and the truck routinely stopped there, but to our terror it just stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. Without warning, a man stepped out of the vehicle. Our hearts immediately stopped. We watched to see what he would do next in utter shock. He went to the back of his truck and grabbed a steel chain and started walking toward where we were hiding. We all sprinted as if our lives depended on it, but almost as soon as I started running I tripped on some brush and fell down. I looked around panicked because I didn’t know what was going on. Aaron saw me fall and came back to help me up, but the man was standing close to the edge of the woods with his chain in hand peering in like a wolf looking for prey. We were only 50 feet away from him and we laid there as still as a statue, afraid to move because we didn’t know what might happen. The man paced back and forth, looking into the woods that we were hiding in only a few feet