Month: July 2020

Saturday 20th September

Diar Diary

Finally , that day has come, the day when us four are all going to Quetico. I can’t wait, I’m so happy that I’m jumping with joy ! When we was packing up the supplies every thing was going smoothly. We set off on our yearly adventure , then it dawned on me something was missing … ADAM I screamed! Dad slammed on his breaks made a U turn. I said “can’t we just leave him there .” When we got Adam he put his head on my legs with his boney head,  he always  does that ,which is really annoying as it makes my legs go dead. It doesn’t help how mum and dad argue all the way there, it gives me a headache.

At last we arrived after the car of pain that is my nickname for the car. It’s the worst bit of the whole trip , well any way I helped mum with the tent because of her arm (or so she says )after we did the tent we did some kiyacing , exploring  and even got some fishing done. We met some fishermen dad tried to speak like them,  it was funny. They said the depth of the lake is 300ft in the centre but the best bit is the hot chocolate  and smor (marshmallows) but I can’t wait until my best friend comes tomorrow .

see you tomorrow

Francis x

Saturday 20th September

Dear Diary,

Finally, the big day has arrived and we’re off to Quetico Park for a fun filled weekend. He was really excited when he was organising the car. He was expected to set off from work so that we didn’t have to hold back, we approached Quetico on time for a change this morning. The car journey was the habitual bore- he and mum argued over directions (surely they’re supposed to know the way?) Adam,  always falls asleep on me, but what’s new there?

I framework the tent so that mum can rest her arm; it’s unmoving the sling and she can’t raise anything slightly heavy- or so she says! Haphazardly, we spent the day kayaking, fishing and tour the northern shores of the lake- we heard a gossip from a group of fishermen that the shallow part of the lake is 300ft deep! They called it the “dark water” and made it sound a bit creepy but I think it’s one of those stories that gets passed around for years and everyone changes it slightly.

See you tomorrow,

David

In a luscious green park,on the outskirts of Tokyo,a small pale girl sat contentedly and alone on an old rickety bench as she looked like she had just seen a ghost.Beside her lay a buck with pages emanating out of it.As a cascade of butterflies flew over her,a small smile masquerading the sadness deep in side.

Saturday 20th September

Dear Diary

Finally, it was the day we go on a family trip to Quetico park for a exciting fun week! Dad was so joyful, he decided to set off straight from work (so we didn’t have to wait). On the journey which was boring as normal- mum and dad argued over the directions (how do they not know where to go after years of coming?) nothing new. Adam, being his normal self a  pain,falling asleep on me. It was annoying. What a surprise.

When we arrived, I had to set up the tent (mums arm was tired  she says)  Anyway,the rest of the day was more enjoyable, we did kayaking,fishing and explored the wild life. On the way three fisherman told us about the dark lake they said the deepest part of it was 300ft deep, people called it the ” dark waters” it sounded a bit creepy but it is probably one of the stories that get passed around for years and changed a bit.That night we all got around the fire and drank some hot chocolate and roasted marshmallows. Mine was the best!

In the morning, tomorrow, Cara, my best friend,  and her family will arrive. I am thrilled. Every one is asleep so I am going to get a row boat and row to the middle of the lake and do some star gazing- I stole one of my dads cigarette… Don’t tell!

See you tomorrow

Francis

Suddenly I heard something I tip towed to where the sound was coming from. In front of me was a menicing black crow its feathers were as dark as a black hole and its was as terifing as a knife scraping across a rock it divied for me it was chasing me I chucked a rock at it but that just made it more angrie