Underneath her enemy lies her best friend
Worst Enemy-Best Friend
I hadn’t spoken with her in months. I don’t even remember why now. Perhaps it was because I was jealous. After all, she seems to have everything a girl could want. She’s the best in the class at anything sport related. She wins every race, catches every ball, and makes every goal. She’s outgoing, quick witted and has a way with words. In fact there isn’t a soul I know who can resist her charm-except me that is.
I used to admire her too. Until she proved that she could draw better, run faster, and score higher in every other subject. The class used to ooh and ah over my drawings, but now they ignore me completely. I’m not good at anything anymore. I sort of just gave up trying.
My parents don’t help either. “Come on Hanna, we know you can do better. Take Samantha for example. Isn’t she a great girl? You should invite her over someday.”
I thought that I was free when the summer holidays started. My family was going to go camping at the lake like we always do. Only this time, my Mom announced some very unwelcome news.
“Hanna! Guess what? I’ve invited the McCarthy’s on our camping trip. Dad and I can hang out with Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy, and Paul, Ryan, Josh (my brothers) and you can hang out with the kids. How does that sound?”
“Terrible,” I groaned.
“I honestly don’t get what you have against Samantha,” my Mom frowned.
However, I just had to suck it up and deal with it. My Mom wasn’t changing her mind.
I knew that Samantha and I wouldn’t get along at all. Even if I had liked her, we just weren’t made for each other. I wasn’t sportsy, period. I preferred to spend my time drawing, painting, playing piano, writing, etc. You know, the arts.
The only sport I was any good at was running. I had made it to track and field every school year until she came. It was as if she had sucked away my energy. Now I only came in fourth or fifth in the school races compared to my normal firsts.
At the lake, my family organized themselves in the cabin while the McCarthy’s set up their tent.
I spent the week ignoring Samantha and staying inside reading. I turned down each invitation of hiking, kayaking and everything else that had to do with her.
I thought I could get away without talking to her, but it wasn’t so.
On the fourth night of our trip, a thunderstorm struck. The McCarthy’s decided to spend the night in our cabin because they didn’t feel safe in the tent they had brought. I, of course, had to share a room with Samantha. I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep, but I did.
I woke up late at night. The storm had gotten worse. I was hot and desperately needed to use the toilet. Our cabin didn’t have one, so we had to use an outhouse a short walk away.
I hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of socks and shoes, being careful not to wake anyone up. However, when I was reaching for my flashlight, I accidentally stepped on Samantha’s arm.
She woke up immediately.
“Where are you going?” she asked sitting up.
“To the bathroom.” I replied, clenching my teeth.
“Alone?!” she exclaimed. “I’ll go with you. Just a minute.”
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” I told her.
However, she insisted and got on her shoes and jacket.
Outside, it was raining hard. Lightning flashed across the sky and the thunder was so loud it seemed to shake the cabin. The intervals between the rumbles of the thunder and the flashes of lightning were very short, a sign that the storm was quite close.
I pulled my jacket tighter and began towards the outhouse.
Just before stepping in, I heard a loud crack and then a quite nearby crash.
I didn’t think too much of it then. I just needed to go to the washroom.
On our way back, I thought of stripping off my soaking jacket and crawling into my nice warm bed. As we rounded the corner to the cabin however, I saw immediately that that wouldn’t be possible.
A big tree lay across the entrance of the cabin, blocking the door. There was no way to get back in.
Samantha saw it too.
“Oh my gosh! What should we do?” she exclaimed.
Thinking fast, I asked, “Is your tent still okay?”
“I think so,” she answered.
“Then we’ll spend the night there and get help in the morning,” I told her.
The tent was still dry, but it was super cold and the McCarthy’s had taken all of their sleeping bags inside.
Samantha, however, knew what to do. She pulled out a picnic blanket from one of the many bags left behind and spread it out over two foams.
“It’s not a lot, but if we use each others body-heat, we’ll be warm enough,” she said.
First I had to be in the same class as her, then I needed to spend a vacation with her, then I had to share a room with her. Now I had to share a bed with her?!
Why did this have to happen to me?
I had no choice but to go through with it and that’s how we got through the storm.
Morning dawned on us with a mission. Get help.
We pulled on our soaked shoes, and made our way to the cabin. We would first see if the door was accessible by some way we hadn’t seen, and check windows, walls etc. At the same time, we planned to try to get our families attention so that we could communicate that we were okay and were going to get help. We would make sure that they were okay as well.
Somehow, being forced to work together had bound us in a way. I still didn’t like her, but if she was going to be the only company I could get, then I would take it. I suppose that it maybe had to do with the fact that this was something I could do. I would prove to Samantha that I could save our families, or at least help to save our families, and maybe we would be even then.
“The windows are too small for anyone to get through!” Samantha called to me. “I think we’ll be able to communicate through this one though. It’s been broken for us.”
It was one of the windows near the door.
“The door is completely blocked,” I affirmed.
Our next step was to get there attention. We stood at the window on our tippy-toes and hollered for our parents.
It was Samantha’s brother, Declan, who came over first, followed by my brother, Paul.
“Thank goodness you guys are okay!” Declan exclaimed.
“Yeah, we were looking for you everywhere, and figured you had gone outside. We were worried about you,” Paul added.
“We’re going to get help. Just tell Mom and Dad we’re okay,” I told them.
At that, Sam and I took off down the road. Phone service was bad here, and neither of us had phones anyway, so that option was closed. However, if we could find somebody else who was camping along the lake, we could get them to drive us to the nearby town of Salofrank. We would get help there.
We ran for about five minutes, before realizing that the road was taking us away from the lake.
Now we were faced with two options. Go back, and follow the lake according to plan, or change our plans, and hope for a house along this road.
“Well I say go on. At least if we follow the road, we know we’ll be getting somewhere. We don’t know if we’ll find anybody along the lake,” Samantha proposed.
I didn’t want to agree with her, so I argued against it. “We don’t know how long it is until the next house though. If we just keep following the road, it might take us hours. It’ll be harder to trace our steps if there are multiple forks in the road, whereas along the lake, we just walk along the lake.”
And so we argued. We probably argued for just as long as we had been walking.
She noticed it first. “We’ll just go along the lake. I give in. While we waste our time, our families are stuck in that cabin, relying on us to get them out.”
“We’ll go by the road,” I countered. “I agree with you now.”
“I’m fine with going by the lake.”
“The road’s fine too. I don’t see why I opened my mouth in the first place.”
We exchanged glances and collapsed on the ground laughing.
“Let’s just be friends,” she said.
Samantha wanted to be my friend? I thought that she looked down on me and this whole time she actually wanted to be my friend?!
I finally realized that I wanted to be friends too. I had misjudged her.
So we chose the road, and arm in arm, we started to walk.
Half and hour later, we spotted a house. Our stomachs were growling, but we distracted ourselves by talking and running. We had a mission to fulfill, and we would fulfill it.
“Race you!” Sam called.
“On your mark, get set, GO!”
As we started to sprint, I realized that it didn’t matter if I won or not. Maybe Samantha and I didn’t have much in common, but often it’s because people are the opposite of the other that they are attracted to one another.
Besides, we had this experience to share. Saving two families was a great accomplishment for sure, but gaining a friend was even greater.
I guess that worst enemies make the best friends.
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