Peter and I were almost dragging up the end of the line of campers as we hiked up yet another hill. These things were getting annoying, but was there anything I could do about it? Nope.

"This is fun," Peter said. I nodded. It was fun, despite the hills, because it was still a little light out and the scenery was pretty. The hills weren't pretty, but everything else was.

Liz and Hailey slowed down to talk to us.

"Isn't this great? I'm so glad they had us do this night hike. I wonder what else they're gonna have us do," Hailey said, grinning.

"Yeah," Peter and I agreed.

Liz said, "I wonder what else they'll have us doing? I mean, Mr. Dale didn't really say much about the night activities. All I know is that there's a lot of time to kill between 8:30 and 10:00."

10:00 pm was when the lights-out was for campers. We got up at 7:30 the next morning to brush our teeth, get dressed, and then go to the campfire circle to hear morning announcements. After that we eat breakfast, and then we do cabin and camp cleanup. Each cabin has a designated area in the camp to clean every week, and we're given points when the place is completely clean and sparkling. We get points deducted when there are pieces of trash lying around and such. At the end of each week the cabin with the most points gets some surprise or something. I guess that was ok for the youngest campers, the 13-year-olds, but not really for my age group.

"Hey, what classes are you signed up to do in the morning?" Hailey asked me.

"Um, archery, ceramics, and fishing, I think," I replied uncertainly.

Each week campers got to choose different classes to do, such as ceramics, crafts, camp snacks, etc. There were many choices to choose from, but it was pretty easy if you knew what stuff you were into.

"Oh, we might have ceramics together," Hailey said. I smiled.

"That'd be cool. What classes are you signed up for, Liz?"

"Archery, fishing, and... Um... Hm, I don't remember the last one," she answered.

"I'm signed up for guitar class, camp snacks, and LIT," Peter suddenly said.

"Oh, I really need to sign up for guitar class next week!" I exclaimed. I'd always wanted to play guitar but had never got a chance to take lessons. The camp provided guitars and taught lessons for classes, so I definitely had to sign up for it.

"I need to sign up for the leaders in training thing. It looks fun," Hailey said.

We were still walking up the trail when we realized the rest of the group was gone.

"Oh, great," I muttered, looking around the dark forest.

"My flashlight batteries are almost gone! And I thought I'd changed them this morning..." Liz muttered, switching the position of the batteries in her flashlight to try and get the last bit of power out of them.

"I've still got mine," I said. Peter had his too, and so did Hailey.

An owl hooted from a nearby tree, freaking me, Peter and Hailey out. Liz kept it cool and turned off her flashlight.

"Ok, maybe we should just go back the way we came and go to our cabins. They can yell at us later." Liz took charge immediately and did the smartest thing any of us could think of: backtrack.

We headed back down the hill, which was actually a bit harder than going up, one because it was dark and there were rocks and tree roots sticking up, two because Hailey and I were continuously almost-tripping.

Finally, I tripped over a rock and flew head-first into the dirt. "Ow..." I muttered, sitting up.

I tried to stand up, but my ankle hurt. Oh, great. Is it twisted? It better not be...

"Rina!" Peter ran to my side with Liz and Hailey right behind him. Liz looked at my ankle and lightly touched it.

"Ow! That hurt like heck," I yelled. She turned to me.

"It's most likely sprained. You do that a lot, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. And it always hurts right in that spot because when I was a little younger I got kicked in the foot by a black-belt in karate class. She didn't know how hard she was kicking me, the defenseless little orange belt."

"I can imagine you in karate..." Hailey muttered. "Ok, how are we gonna get you back to the cabins?"

I bit my lip in thought.

"Let me try to stand up again," I said. Liz and Peter got on either side of me and tried help me get up, but I just sat back down again.

"Nope; ain't gonna work," I said, "What now?"

Hailey looked up for a minute. "Wait, Peter, could you carry her?"

Peter was quiet for a minute. "I think so," he said finally.

"But if he trips on a stupid rock like I did we'll both get pretty banged up," I noted.

"Then what're we gonna do? Drag you back down the hill?" Liz asked in annoyance. She was getting impatient, and something told me that wasn't a good thing. She was trying to be patient with us, but she, like the rest of us, wanted to get into the security of the cabins.

"Fine! We'll try it," I muttered. Peter carefully scooped me into his arms and carried me princess-style down the hill. We were walking slowly as to try and not trip, and so far no one had fallen down.

Eventually we made it to the boys' cabins. I breathed a sigh of relief that the hill of terror was over with.

"Is the camp nurse in? Or did she go on the night hike?" Hailey asked.

"She went with everyone else on the hike in case something like this happened," Liz answered.

"Let's just get her into the cabin and get her foot upright," Peter ordered. We went down the hill and Liz opened the door to our cabin. Peter went in and set me down on the bed I told him was mine.

Hailey and Liz came in and Liz got a pillow for me to put my foot up on. I guess it was best to keep it elevated. I can't quite remember why, though.

The last thing I remember was a blonde head and a dark haired head coming into the cabin.

Then I drifted off to sleep.