Truth or Dare

The Boat Race

Lydia

I stood there and thought to myself: I'm an idiot.

I stood there and thought: why did I agree to this?

I stood there and thought: This is never going to work.

"Lydia, stop moving and keep your arms up." Annie said. "I'm almost done and then we need to go get you your war paint."

"This is never going to fly," I said. "They're going to say no."

"Lyds, this was your idea," Hayley said, putting the final tape job on. "Now you're saying it was bad? I thought Lydia Hanson never had a bad idea."

"I think if we look back on my choices in the past two years, that is proven about as true as the tooth fairy." I grumbled.

"We're supposed to have two people in the boat and are allowed to use anything in nature. Technically, you and Janie count." I looked over at Janie standing next to me as Molly strapped her cardboard and duct tape chest piece on. For the boat race this year, we were given a heap of flattened cardboard boxes and six rolls of duct tape along with anything found in nature. We were allowed to have two sailor/swimmers. So of course, I came up with the brilliant idea of having our two people be the actual boat.

Somehow, Janie and I got roped into being the boat. Now, we stood outside of the Palace in our bikini's as Hayley, Allie and Molly wrapped us in duct tape and cardboard.

"You guys look like strippers," Hayley snapped a picture and showed me. She was right, we did look like we were in cardboard versions of what you might see a stripper wear before they actually started shedding clothes. We had cardboard wrapped around our stomachs and chest held up by duct tape straps, which were connected to the duct tape straps connected to our cardboard arm bands. The chest piece were also connected by duct tape straps to our leg pieces. On our heads we wore cardboard head bands with shark faces drawn onto them by a girl named Kay in tent two.

"You guys look like sluts in cardboard. Of course, that's what Lydia is anyway, so it's not really that strange." Natalie commented from her seat on one of the fire ring logs. "No way is this going to fly. Your dumb idea is going to get us disqualified."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Allie rolled her eyes.

"Look who the boats are, two heads. The director isn't going to have a problem with it. Especially when his favorite camper is the leader sailor." Kay said quietly. She didn't talk much but when she did she told it how it was. "Favoritism is playing in our favor here, don't ruin it."

"We need to connect the boats to make them one big boat!" Annie decided. "Give me the duct tape roll." So Annie began fashioning us a duct tape connector and I began to feel even more ridiculous. What had I been thinking?

"You need boat names. Every good boat has a name." Kay said. "What do you think?"

"I think this is the most I've ever you squeak out," Natalie walked over to us. "How about Shark Bate? Because they're gonna loose."

"Shark Warrior and Dolphin Goddess. We each can have it written on our chest pieces." Janie said.

"I'm cool with that," I already looked ridiculous, might as well go all out. "I call Shark Warrior."

"Awesome, someone go get a sharpie!" Janie yelled. Kay came over with her marker and wrote the names on in bubble letters just as Casey came running up holding a small tube of liquid eyeliner.

"War paint," She explained and drew two lines on each of our faces. "It's water proof too, so it'll stay on when you're swimming."

"You girls ready?" Molly asked.