Brenton's+Group

=**Senior Trip**=

It was to be the trip of a life time, for those few who were chosen to go. Only four students and a teacher chaperon would be chosen, but the whole senior class of 2045 signed up for the trip. Where were they going, the same place every other senior went on their final year of high school, to the beach of course. Not just any beach though, the four lucky winners would go to Jamaica for a full week! Everyone wants to go to the beach, but especially now since the storm hit about two years ago. That storm raised the sea level more than 60 feet in some parts, completely drowning any islands, beaches, or really any sort of vacation spot you could think of. The only way to go to the beach for the senior trip would be to go back in time, before the storm.

The chosen four were: Tyler, Brenton, Dorothy, and Matt, and they were ecstatic. They were good friends, so they knew they would have a great time in Jamaica. Then they found out who their teacher chaperon was going to be; Mr. Thomas. He was the meanest, strictest, and by far the oldest teacher in the school. The four couldn't let it get to them, and they decided they would make to most of having an ancient chaperon, and he would be great to play jokes on. The group was so excited for the upcoming trip, that they barely slept, eat or did anything besides think about trip.

The four found out that they were going on the trip in April, but the date of the trip wasn't until the beginning of June, so they had about two months of time to kill. Luckily for the killing of time, the four had to go through rigorous training before they could travel through time. Apparently time travel takes a lot out of you, and the whole idea wasn't that popular yet so the four had to be briefed on all of the procedures and steps they would have to go through in June.

Finally, after all of their training and waiting, the day of the trip finally arrived. They knew how everything would go down, and they were hoping for the best. The "Time Traveler 3000" was state of the art, and it sat there glistening in the morning sun. The strategically placed lights, for dramatic effect, gave the machine an intimidating look, and the busy workers going in and out of machine gave life to the huge, steel structure.

When the four arrived, Mr. Thomas and their time pilot welcomed them excitedly. Then the pilot gave them all a full tour of the machine, and told them that they had an hour to get ready. They didn't need an hour though, their training proved beneficial, and they were ready in less than 20 minutes.

We all boarded the machine, with the aspect of going back two years in time. But the time pilot accidently entered two million years instead. Once this information had been entered, there was no turning back. Our trip had taken a turn for the worse, and we hadn't even left our town yet. When Dorothy heard this, she freaked out. She thought she would never see her family again.

When we arrived, we were in the middle of a jungle, surrounded by thick trees, vines, dinosaurs. All of us were in shock, we didn't know what to do. We couldn't go back because the time machine was not due back for seven days, when our trip would normally be over. After hours passed we decided we need to build a shelter, start a fire, and make some hunting tools. We elected to stay in groups of two, so that we wouldn't get lost. After a while we can up with palm leaves for the roof, and long dead branches for the structure. We tried to make the hut big enough for all six of us including the pilot. We decided we should get some rest until tomorrow knowing that it would be a tough day.

As day breaks, the mosquitos, spiders, and horseflies were eating us alive. We thought that if we build a fire, that it would help with our bug problem. We gathered dry moss to help start the fire, we used the pilot's glasses as a fire starter. It seemed like it worked at first, but it never started a flame. Then we resorted to rubbing two sticks together, and after hours of this a spark finally caught. We quickly grabbed sticks to build the fire up. We had finally made a fire.

For now we were surviving on coconuts that we found on the ground, we simply couldn't get the ones on the top of the tree. We knew that we could not survive on these for long, so we carved a hard stick with pocket knife the pilot had in his pocket. It took a long time to make the point sharp, that looked like it could kill something, but we had finally made one. As the afternoon was approaching quickly, we decided we should try and spear some fish. So Matt and Mr. Thomas went to see what they could kill. After Matt had missed a couple times, Mr. Thomas gave it a try. After missing the first time, the second throw was a success. He had speared what looked like a very small piranha. As dusk was quickly approaching, we decided to head back to camp.

We cooked the small fish which had little filling, we all got a small taste, but it was clearly not enough. Day 2 was approaching, and we simply didn't have enough food. That night we went to sleep tired, exhausted, and hungry, not knowing what we were going to do for the next five days. It was about nine o'clock on the second day, when we voted to give the spear fishing another try. On this trip we caught more than we expected, enough for each of us to have one. This gave us some energy to get fire wood, and gather up what was left of the fallen coconuts.

The next morning, was one to remember. As all of us were still trying to grasp the fact that we had been stuck in the jungle. So Tyler and Brenton went out to collect any type of useful materials. Tyler was picking some of what he referred to as *raspberries*, when he fell in a gaping hole in the ground. As he got up he stared at what he had fallen into. We couldn't believe it. A giant dinosaur foot print. Suddenly, we both felt the ground shake, and watched as nearby trees bounced rapidly up and down, as if footsteps of a giant were approaching. From out of the bushes came, the Tyrannosaurus Rex, the king of all dinosaurs. Tyler franticly jumped up and down, attempting to escape from the crater of a footprint, but was unsucsessful. The Monsterous beast let our an ear piercing war cry, and headed right for Tyler. Brenton watched in horror for a few seconds before fleeing back to camp. He felt like a coward, so he stopped and listened (almost turning back), only to hear Tyler's scream suddenly stop, followed by the crunching of flesh and bones. He wouldn't make it back home now.

When he got back to the camp, he was surprised that the beast had not followed his trail. "What's wrong with you Brenton?" Matt asked, seeing the horrified look on his face. "T-Ty-Tyler, H-he's", Brenton said shaking, "He's dead". We all gasped is horror. "We need to do something!, we need to get out of here-set up camp somewhere else-it WILL follow us!" Brenton said franticly. Not asking a question we all quickly loaded up our things and tired to find another location to go to. All of us, hearing the shrieks of the dinosaur before, knew what had happened to Tyler, and on our own had decided not to talk about it. Poor Dorothy had never been through anything like this or had even been under any such circumstances, all she could do was cry.

After finding a good location near a fishing spot and some trees, we quietly laid everything down and set up. Silence was in the air. It had been maybe 3 hours before anyone talked, or made any noise at all for that matter. Nothing like that had ever happened to Brenton before, his friend had died, he had heard his screams of terror, and had done nothing but run in the other direction. Brenton didn't talk for the rest of that day, he merely started at the sunset as night came near. Everyone else however didn't seem to show as much emotion, we tried to stay calm and continue our hunt for food. The recourses found close by, made food no longer an issue for us. The only problem we had now was survival. Every night for about a week we heard strange and errie noises come out of that jungle. None of us intended to go back in there for any reason.