I was on a camping trip with my classmates, and for some reason, I was paired up with my enemy to collect sticks and firewood in the forest.

I had no choice but to work together to help the class complete the assignment and get back to the cabin safely.

As i gathered sticks and firewood among the trees, the two of us started to realize that we had gotten lost and didn't know the way back to the cabin. I turned to my enemy and angrily asked,

"It's all your fault!"