The Fugitives

Everything about this camping trip started out normal enough. We had arrived, checked in , and found the spot we wanted. We were set up and ready to enjoy the weekend. Other people arrived in greater numbers as Friday evening approached. A lady and six teenage boys showed up at the spot next to ours. We introduced ourselves, and offered to help them set up. They said they thought they could manage and thanked us. On Saturday night, we went to bed late. It was after midnight.
The boys next door were up all night and loud. I didn't get much sleep.
The next day was just a normal day at the campground. At around five o'clock, the campground owners visited our neighbors. I heard a lot of commotion but I still didn't know what was happening. Several hours later, we were sitting by our campfire and one of the boys from next door walked over and plopped down in a chair. The campground owners stopped by and were next door talking with the boys mother. I heard a lot of loud voices. A few minutes after that, the boy in the chair at our site and one of the other boys took off running. The next thing thing I knew, cops were running through our campsite as well. My family and I watched as campsites were invaded by this police chase. By now we were all standing up. A little while later we saw a police car drive by with the boys in it and another one with the lady in it. The campground owners walked over to our site and asked us if we were okay? They apologized for the incident and said that two of the boys were on house arrest and had removed their anklets, and their mom had decided to take the fugitives to the campground to hide them from authorities.
After that it was just another enjoyable weekend at the campground with some peace and quiet. Publisher:Kimberly Wetsel