As the hazy light filtered through the trees, sunset layed down over the wetlands. I did my best to paddle fast, my canoe creaking along with my paddle. Damn! I knew I should’ve brought a spare! My paddle cracked and split in two, the bottom piece floating out of reach, teasing me, saying

“You’ll never get me, you fool!”

Everything was going wrong! This stupid trip was turning into a disaster! Movement caught my eye. I turned around to see a fountain of water spewing from the bottom of my canoe. The bail bucket! I bailed as fast as I could, but the water filled the boat and it began to sink. As I treaded water, the sun abandoned me and I was left all alone in the darkness. But then I saw it. A light, shining through the water! I swam down but never reached the bottom. There was no bottom. Just the light. I followed it and soon it lead me to the surface. I was back at home. No longer in the marsh. Then I realized the sun guided me home.

By Savannah’s friend