GENRE: Middle Grade Fiction
Ryan counted the mile markers as the car whizzed by them on the highway. Up front his mom said something, but Ryan adjusted his headphones and pretended not to hear. Just after they passed marker 129, his mom slowed down and pulled off the highway onto the next exit ramp.
Ryan’s mother looked back at him through the rear view mirror. “Ryan, take off your headphones,” she said loudly. “We’re almost there. I want to talk to you.”
Ryan ignored her, pretending to be interested in something out the window. He didn’t want to talk to his mother. As far as he was concerned there was nothing to talk about.
Back in April, Ryan’s mom announced that she’d signed him up for camp again this summer. Ryan told her he didn’t want to go. He had argued with her, then begged and even pleaded, but she had barely listened. What was the point in talking about it now?
A sign with a picture of a round yellow sun shining over a blue lake announced that they were entering the town of Tilman, and Ryan knew they were almost to the camp bus depot. Tilman wasn’t much of a town. There were only about ten buildings on the main street, and three of them were churches. Next to the library was an ice cream store. Ryan noticed skinny girl with brown hair about his age sitting on a bench in front of the store eating ice cream.