My family was in Yosemite with Zoe, Gabe, and their parents. We drove up to Yosemite, it took about 5 hours, it was a long bad five hours. Once we finally got there we took a hike up to a big waterfall . I was about 8, my sister was about 9, Gabe was in his teens and Zoe was about 9. At last us people got to the top and we saw the big waterfall. We stayed there for about 10 minutes and then Gabe and I asked to go back down. Mom and Dad wanted us to wait for them at the bus stop; and not take it without them.
We went back down the lousy road way we came up. It took about 30 boring minuets to get down. When we were finally at the bottom, we saw the bus and took it. Once we got on the bus I remembered that we were supposed to wait for them at the bus stop. It was kid of dumb that we forgot but, anyways.
"Gabe, aren't we supposed to wait for them there," I mumbled in a shaky voice.
"It will be okay. We will just go back to the cabin," Gabe said in a laid back voice.
I trusted him because I was 8 and he was about 14. So the scary bus ride that seemed like we were on there for like a thousand hours but the bus kept going and it finally stopped.
"I think it is the next stop," Gabe said again in a laid back voice. I was starting to think that he was a little too laid back, but I trusted him so I said nothing. This time the bus went on for two thousand hours. I was starting to get a little pissed at Gabe.
"I think we get out here," Gabe said.
I still didn't say anything. We got out there and started walking. I did not recognise anything, and I got a little more scared and mad and lots of other things. We walked around for about 1000 years, and Gabe said
" I don't recognise anything, lets wait for the bus". I was so scared by then I did not speak at all. My mouth was glued. I was praying to God because I needed some help really bad from him, S.O.S. Another 100 hours for the bus. When the bus finally came I got on really slowly. My neck had a lump in my throat and I was trying to choke back sobs. Got on and prayed... I mean we were both praying.
We got out at the next stop, and started running to to find the dumb cabin but is was our only hope to live. It took us about 12 years to get to recognise where the heck we were. We still kept running. We were running so fast that in about 1 milla second we were already at our village, that was good. " What do we do now ", I asked in a more confident voice because we were in the village.
"I think we ask someone," Gabe said in the stupidest voice ever. I said nothing because that sounded good. It took us about a really long time to find our cabin, after that it tuned out that we looked all over the camp grounds before we found ours.
About 1 hour later my dad came to find us, he was really mad at us and mostly at Gabe. The next day he made Gabe apologize for doing that.
"Gabe, aren't we supposed to wait for them there," I mumbled in a shaky voice.
"It will be okay. We will just go back to the cabin," Gabe said in a laid back voice.
I trusted him because I was 8 and he was about 14. So the scary bus ride that seemed like we were on there for like a thousand hours but the bus kept going and it finally stopped.
"I think it is the next stop," Gabe said again in a laid back voice. I was starting to think that he was a little too laid back, but I trusted him so I said nothing. This time the bus went on for two thousand hours. I was starting to get a little pissed at Gabe.
"I think we get out here," Gabe said.
I still didn't say anything. We got out there and started walking. I did not recognise anything, and I got a little more scared and mad and lots of other things. We walked around for about 1000 years, and Gabe said
" I don't recognise anything, lets wait for the bus". I was so scared by then I did not speak at all. My mouth was glued. I was praying to God because I needed some help really bad from him, S.O.S. Another 100 hours for the bus. When the bus finally came I got on really slowly. My neck had a lump in my throat and I was trying to choke back sobs. Got on and prayed... I mean we were both praying.
We got out at the next stop, and started running to to find the dumb cabin but is was our only hope to live. It took us about 12 years to get to recognise where the heck we were. We still kept running. We were running so fast that in about 1 milla second we were already at our village, that was good. " What do we do now ", I asked in a more confident voice because we were in the village.
"I think we ask someone," Gabe said in the stupidest voice ever. I said nothing because that sounded good. It took us about a really long time to find our cabin, after that it tuned out that we looked all over the camp grounds before we found ours.
About 1 hour later my dad came to find us, he was really mad at us and mostly at Gabe. The next day he made Gabe apologize for doing that.
