I glared at Jenny over the top of my book, daring her to detonate the camera flash in my eyes again. She grinned slyly and I knew she was going to do it. My eyes narrowed just as the flash exploded into my vision. That ought to be the perfect picture for the family album, just my eyes visible and narrowed in annoyance.
I wasn’t sure why I had been dragged along on this stupid trip anyway. I had certainly voiced my displeasure at the idea both loudly and repeatedly. I was summarily ignored by both my parents and my siblings. It appeared they were becoming immune to my dramatics. Perhaps I should up the ante.
Before my thoughts could turn to plotting and revenge, we arrived. The engine noise of the boat died away like the last peals of a death toll, somber and final. The island was in the middle of the lake and it would be our home for the weekend. Yes, we were camping. As a family. I suppressed a shudder.
I looked longingly at the distant shore and wondered if I would drown before I made it. Perhaps it would be worth it.
Writing prompts: family, camera, boat