It was a bright sunny afternoon and I was out with a classmate from DCTC. She was informing me on her decision to purchase a piece of land to put her mobile home on. As we pulled up to the site our jaws both dropped. The piece of land so to speak, was barily large enough for a tent, let alone the elephant of a home she had wanted to park there. She turned to me in tears and left the scene immediately.
I did the only thing I could think of. I pitched a tent on the property and staked it as home. As I was inside the tent I noticed the noisy neighbors next door were getting a bit "rowdie" as they used to say on my middle school cheerleading squad.
Suddenly with a jolt i realized I was no longer stationary. In fact I was traveling down a hill straight toward the water. The "rowdie" neighbor boys had hooked my tent and were taking me for a ride.
I quickly crawled from my tent to theirs, which appeared to be on some form of vehicle. I was not welcomed well. They snarled at me and made me feel very uncomfortable and somewhat in danger. As we hit the water I began to see my possibilites of escape were dwindling...
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