School Canoe Trip Gone Bad

Dip. Swish. Dip. Swish. Jenny and Priya plunged their paddles in the water trying to catch up. Jenny had insisted on stopping their canoe to pick some blueberries and now the other canoes were out of sight.

Their high school had organized this final school trip for the graduating class. End of June, summer just starting, college still 3 months away, 50 excited students had signed up for the trip.

Jenny was annoyed at being stuck with Priya who talked with a funny accent and paddled slow.

Their arms tired as they spotted a bend in the stream so they allowed the fiberglass canoe to float downstream.

Priya, in the front of the canoe, called out, ?Jenny, there?s a fork in the river.?

Sure enough, the river divided left and right. They stopped, worried about what to do.

"It's OK, there's an arrow. Let's follow it." Jenny brightened up seeing a sign with an arrow just ahead.

Coming closer, her optimism turned to doubt. The sign pointed straight ahead, right between the two branches of the stream! Some goof must have bumped it. They still didn't know which way to turn.

Priya wanted to go right. She thought she had seen this bend on the map. Alas the map was back in the blueberry bush somewhere.

What could someone who couldn't even speak English properly know? Jenny insisted they go left and left they went.

An hour later, still no other canoes in sight, they halted to snack on their blueberries. The sky darkened as evening started to set in.

Jason, Josh and Morris stopped at the top of the hill to survey the slow moving stream ahead. They had managed to ditch their bright orange prison jumpsuits when they plundered a remote campsite a few hours earlier. Now they wore plaid shirts and jeans. Josh carried a rifle and some rope he found at the same campsite while Jason and Morris carried big hunting knives.

Down below them two girls sat in a bright red canoe, but it was bit far to see whether they were nice-looking. The guys grinned at each other. Good-looking or not, none of them had enjoyed a piece of ass since going to prison. It was time to set that right.

Josh raised his rifle.

Jenny pushed off and the canoe slid back into the stream soon reaching mid-stream. Hearing three rapid gunshots in the distance, she almost jumped when three large holes suddenly appeared in the bottom of the canoe. Water bubbled up.

"Priya! We're leaking! Someone shot at us!" Jenny's eyes widened as she watched the water slowly filling the bottom of the boat.

Priya turning in alarm shrieked at the sight of water bubbling up.

"Shut up and help me dip the water out!" Jenny was angry at Priya's panic because she could feel her own terror starting to rise.

The only bucket contained blueberries. They didn't want to lose their berries so they angled toward the shore and paddled hard but the rising water had made the canoe sluggish. Soon it was filled to their waists and turned over. Priya caught the blueberries. Jenny caught her iPod and they swam for shore. The canoe, their tent and clothes sank.

Jason, Josh and Morris watched with delight from high on the hill. Observing where the girls came ashore, they headed through the bush in that direction to see what they had caught. It would probably be dark by the time they got there.