Stanley’s mouth was dry; every breath he took was ragged. He looked over at the spot where Mr. Sir had poured his water. Nothing was there, as though not a trace of water was ever spilled. He put his eye up to his water bottle, and saw all the way to the bottom, hoping to water could have magically filled itself while he wasn’t looking. Stanley’s balance became worse from the dehydration, having to hold onto the shovel for support. At this time of the day the sun was at it’s highest point. Blazing down onto the camp. Stanley looked into the distance, the ground sent up a disorientating haze. Even the dry yellow grass and small dead shrubs stood still as if too hot to move. The metal from the shovel shimmered in the intense rays of the sun, blinding him every once in a while. The arid air burned in Stanley’s lungs. Sweating did no good since it just felt like warm soup trickling down his neck. He watched longingly as the other boys drank their water and got their bottles re-filled. Every time the truck came and Mr. Sir was driving it, he wouldn’t even bother going up there. …show more content…
The other boys didn’t finish digging yet. As he closed his eyes he heard a loud rattle, Stanley knew what this was. He opened his eyes and on the other side of the hole, was a rattle snake. Its gaze was fixed on Stanley, with a dark tongue flitting into the air every few seconds. Thin fangs were sticking out, Stanley felt his blood rush and slowly moved upwards, adrenaline helping with this. As soon as he got to a steady height he scrambled out of the hole as fast as he