It was a Friday; Isabell and I were just getting off the bus when we heard    
  
“Hey, kids” from our overly cheerful grandparents. “Are you all ready to go?” they asked us as we went into our house to drop off our backpacks and get our stuff.    
  
We both simply replied “yes.”   
  
We climbed the steps into the camper, which was hard because they were all steep.   
  
“I call this seat,” I said.    
  
I had chosen a green almost blue chair that sat next to the door. Isabell was forced then to sit at the table which she could only sit on the left side because that was where the seatbelt was.    
  
“Where are the blankets,” I cried. “it's cold in here.”   
  
“They’re on your bed,” said Grandma.    
  
I quickly stood up, so I didn’t take too much time and yanked the blanket off the bed.    
  
“Are we all set now,” Grandpa asked.   
  
     We all said yes and then we were on our way down the street.  
  
     While looking around I saw that Moose the dog was tired. She was laying there with her head on the pillow in the front of the camper. Then we turned left onto the main road to the highway. All the way to the highway, you would hear things cling and clashing against each other. Isabell and I both knew this would be a long trip even though it would only take three hours to get there.   
  
     When we first entered the highway, it was clear for the most part. Until we came about ten minutes on the highway. We all totally forgot about rush hours traffic, which started as soon as we had left.   
  
“BEEP BEEP” went the horns of many cars beside us.  
  
Which wasn’t really doing anything for them but making more people mad.  
  
“PULL UP MORE” Grandpa practically yelled.  
  
“Honey they can’t pull up anymore without hitting them,” said Grandma.   
  
Almost an hour later the cars were moving faster, and we were two hours out from the campsite.  
  
“Can we stop for just a minute I can’t feel my legs” pleaded Isabell.  
  
“You can stretch them when we get there?” Said both Grandpa and Grandma at the same time.  
  
As they continued their conversation I was trying to work on my homework which was due Monday, but I ended up falling asleep. 
  
I was woken up to the sound of a “Crunch”.  
  
I practically strained my neck to see out the window when I saw that we were almost to the campsite, we had about another twenty minutes before we would be there.  
  
“Hey, kids are you ready to get set up?”.  
  
We both replied with a simple yes.  
  
All we had to do was get the outdoor stuff out, then clear the walkway and the beds. After a long conversation about what we were supposed to do and where to put certain stuff, we were already there.  
  
     We had reached the gate to the campsite when grandpa said: “let me go check us in.”  
  
About five minutes later he comes out with a man, probably security, the man hands Grandpa a paper and a thing to put in the window with a code on it. When Grandpa eventually gets back in the camper and starts it the man puts in our code, it opens the gate. He directs us to the campsite which is right by the pool and the bathrooms.   
  
“we are here kids.”   
  
“can we get out now, please? like my legs are cramping up so bad I need to stretch.”  
  
A few moments later the step is put down and we are free to come out now.  
  
“so how are we planning to set our little spot up girls,” says grandpa.   
  
“we could put the chairs by the camper under the canopy.” I said, “Then we could but the tablecloth on the picnic table.”   
  
“Well, you heard her let's get to it,” Grandpa said. After twenty minutes the campsite that we had set up was done.   
  
“want to come gets the golf cart with me?” grandpa asked me.  
  
“yes”  
  
I go with him every time. We walked about a two-minute walk, then we were at the shop. The front desk man was a short man wearing an orange shirt that had the campsites name on it.  
  
“We are here to get our golf cart,” Grandpa said.   
  
“What’s the name.” the desk man asked in an unfriendly voice.  
  
“Kay.”  
  
“Here’s your key and you are golf cart number four, it’s around the corner.”   
  
“Thank you” said grandpa. 
  
The man waved goodbye and we were out the door. We turned left, off the porch of the shop and onto the gravel path. We saw golf cart one, three, five, four.   
  
“that’s our golf cart,” I said.  
  
Then we got into gold cart number four. It took a while before it to start then we heard the motor start. We were on our way to the camp stop when we were greeted by the security.   
  
“how was your trip up here?” A rather tall man on a golf cart asked.  
  
“We were stuck in traffic for a while, but otherwise it was good.”   
  
“well we better get going I said, “it’s starting to get dark and we want to go for one ride before it gets even darker.”   
  
We started to go down the road and then we turned into our campsite area. I was reading a paper that said the trails close at seven. So, we had about an hour and thirty minutes to go golf carting.   
  
When we got back to the campsite we asked if they wanted to go golf carting and see the lights that people have set out and decorated the campers with.  They both replied with a simple almost quite yes. Then we were off on our way down the road. Maybe five minutes went by before we turned onto a trail. It was a bit dark for my liking to go golf carting.   
  
The trail was dark with trees almost as tall as the clouds, that lined the sides of the narrow path.  The sun was starting to set. The sky was almost a dark blue color it looked black, it was hard to even look two feet in front of you. Suddenly Grandpa broke the silence between us all.  
  
“So, girls how are you liking the trip so far?” Grandpa asked us.  
  
“It’s great” I replied, “I love it here.”  
  
“It’s amazing,” Isabell said.   
  
“I can’t wait to come back, that’s if we do come back,” said Grandma.   
  
We started to turn around a corner and nearly almost hit someone that was going the wrong way. “Watch out!” Grandpa yelled.  
  
“BEEP” went the horn of the golf cart.  
  
We continue down the path it was nearly six forty-five when I looked at my phone we had fifteen minutes to get out of the trails or we would get a fine.  
  
“Uhm Grandpa,” I said.  
  
“What?” He said.  
  
“We have fifteen minutes before it’s seven and before we get a fine.”  
  
“Ok.”  
  
We had barely made it out of the trail when we saw the security man was coming to shut the trail off with a thick rope with a pool noddle attached to it.  
  
“let’s go see some lights.” 
  
We drove around to see the lights on campers and the decorations for thirty minutes. Since it was about Halloween, everyone had at least had something unless he or she were seasonal and wasn’t there. 
When we got to the other side of the camp it was almost eight forty-five. We made our way back to the camper. It was nine thirty when we got to the camper.  
  
“Well I am going to go sleep, it’s been a long day,” I said.   
  
“See you tomorrow then,” Grandma said. 
  
I opened the camper door the handle had made a small thud sound when I let it go and pushed open the door. It was very dark inside the camper, except the small glow out the window. We had a rather good view of the gate that leads out of the campground. 
 Which I didn’t like seeing all the people come in because it was very loud. 
As I was trying to sleep I heard people laughing. 
I thought they were probably drunk. 
I was trying to fall asleep, but they were being too loud like they were in the same room or right outside the door. As I looked outside the window I saw that they were talking to my Grandparents. 
Well, this is going to be hard now I thought. 
Officially they left, and it was quiet, very quiet, perfect for sleeping, and that’s what I did.   
  
The End.