Fort Mackinac: A Short Story

It didn’t make it any better that I was beyond tired. Dragging my feet as I walked, eyes barely open, I was a living zombie. The sun burnt into my eyes worse than a death stare from a hungry gray wolf, in some spots it was like a harsh winter evening, and sometimes if you moved ten feet you would start to sweat a waterfall and would have to move back to the shade. It wasn’t a good day for my service project. Especially with the fact that it was at the end of the week, and I had just gotten off a bone chilling first guide in Fort Mackinac. I rounded up four other girls and we were on our way. We got the only wagon we could find, a sad, small, gray thing that had an angry wheel who didn’t want to cooperate. Quickly, we scooped shovel fulls of fresh …show more content…
“Let’s walk around and see if there’s a hill we can go up,” I grumbled miserably. We walked around the side, up and down two more unfriendly hills until we found a hill. It was steep, but what choice did we have. I had the girls stay below me, to try and stop the wagon if it dared to fall from my grasp. Every muscle in my body was screaming as I pulled the cart up and over a high tree root and up the hill. Halfway up there was a small flat, and the rest was too high of a climb for the wagon. We had one old bucket, and only I could carry it, everyone else couldn’t pick it up full of gravel and get up the hill. I sent two girls up with rakes, and two stayed down below with shovels. I was running back and forth, a good five hundred feet uphill with a twenty pound bucket of gravel digging into my arms, until twenty trips later when we were done. With barely enough time to make it back to the barracks for dinner, we cleaned up and quickly ran back. The wagon was too tired to fight back and made the trip easier. All was good until Camryn stopped immediately and started throwing a fit. “Why didn’t you let me do anything?” she