The dirt path crunched under the weight of the car. Squirrels ran away at the rambunctious sound coming from the radio.

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If you asked me, I don’t deserve to be at this camp. I didn’t do anything wrong. Technically.

I may of spray painted the sidewalk by the supermarket. But I didn’t do anything bad. Technically.

I may have stolen a sandwich from a picnic blanket. There was no one there so does it count. Apparently.

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There where eight cabins. Four for girls and four for boys. Each cabin held eight kids. There where sixty three kids. Eight camp concealers. Eight activity’s. Eight punishments.

I was given a cabin at the front of the camp. The seven girls inside all had blond hair. I had black. Rhymes all had pale skin. I had black. That all had pink blankets. I had green.

I begged my mama to bring me home but instead she told me that after fly four weeks here I could go. I rolled my eyes and began to read.

I was quickly interrupted by obnoxious singing. I stood up, smashing my head on the top bunk of the bed and found that the seven girls were singing in unison. It was from some Broadway musical turned movie. About a pink whitch and a green whitch. Weird.

I decided to leave my cabin and find another place to read. That’s when I saw some boy in the lake. He was screaming. Three camp counters were on the dock. It seemed like there where pirates in the water.

I leaped up to tell them. It then came apparent to me that this was one of the eight punishments. The boy the fully submerged under the water. He was dead. Red clouded around his last location.

I felt tears stream at my eyes for the boy. I decided that I would find a way to punish the councilors.

Than, rough bloody fingers lifted me up from the back of my collar. Spinning me around.

“Campers aren’t permitted outside there cabins in waiting period. That’s, a fail.” The man said.

“One fail, one punishment.” A lady from the dock said.

“Prepare the kitchen, this time it’ll taste good, I promise,”