“ Are we there yet” I sighed.
“Just about nutbar” Dad said. We were on our way to a campsite, just dad, Ethan and I. It was an hour away from Hastings, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
Finally we arrived. There were only three other campers and hundreds of bugs. Dad drove on through the path until we found a spot to set the tent. I hopped out of the car and straight away bugs flew right at me. “AAAHHH, dad the bugs!” I screamed. Ethan threw the insect repellent at me and I sprayed it on. The coldness sent a shiver down my spine.
I threw a jacket on and went for a walk. As I was exploring I saw a movement in the grass it was a dead rabbit and there were bugs everywhere around it. I ran back to dad because of two reasons. One, I don’t like bugs and two, I don’t like dead things. It was getting dark and he had already made some dinner for us (I hope there's no bugs in that) and then we went to bed.
