A Camp Reflection

Week 7. Term 1.  2016.  Room 2 and 6 from Balmacewen are at Camp Waihola.  

It's nine o'clock at night and I'm crawling on the damp football field beside the fence line. The hunters' spotlights are moving around in the still night. Coming to the parked cars and pulling ourselves behind them so not to be seen.  Ten metres away from home base... my heart pumps like lightning... pushing people out in to the open for a decoy.  Nobody responded to the movement. 

Accelerating towards home base I think in my head "yay!" I made it home with out being spotted by the hunters, and joined the rest of the people that also made it home.