It appears that Rebecca has finally had enough of me. She's my step-mother. I'm pretty sure she hates me.
Last night during a very heated argument, I pushed over her favourite vase. It smashed into a million pieces. This morning I was informed that I would have to pack my bags for summer camp at Lake Waterloo. Everyone knows that Lake Waterloo is where you send your naughty kids to.
Lake Waterloo was a 2 hour drive from our house. Dad dropped me off at the parking lot right outside the administration building. He looked at me and sighed. "Rebecca says you can't come home until you get through all 12 days of the program.". CEO of Olympus, one of the most successful banks in the world, yet somehow he can't deal with his wife.
A kind lady at reception showed me the way to my room. This can't be that bad, I thought. How wrong was I. As soon as I dropped my bags off in my room, a man by the name of Michael showed up at my door with a clipboard.
"You must be Will. Drop everything and come with me".
For the next hour, I ran laps around the campground and got yelled at every time I stopped. When the hour was finally up, I was escorted into a room of about 15 boys around my age. All of them looked exhausted. Michael stood at the front of the room with his clipboard.
"You have all just completed your first task. You have the next 11 days to think about what you did to land you here".
Friends: this is my way of letting you all know that I'm alive and well. 11 more tasks in 11 more days. Pray to the gods and wish me luck.
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