TITLE: Like Molasses in Kapuskasing
GENRE: Young Adult
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a teenage girl in possession of a summer off must be in want of a camp, at which she can learn to sucketh at a new skill.
Yeah right, I thought as I tossed Pride and Prejudice on the backseat. I switched on my iPod and closed my eyes. This year would be no different. New camp, new people, new way for me to disappoint my parents; I knew the drill.
We drove for twenty-one songs before Mom’s car came to a slow, crunching stop. And by crunching, I mean on gravel, not into a parked car. She hasn’t done that in weeks. Well, as far as I know.
I peeled my face off the passenger window then pressed my palms together in front of my face. I squeezed my eyes tight. I was about to see my home for the next three weeks and needed all the help I could get.
Bram, (That’s what I call G.O.D. on account of the fact that I don’t believe in the actual G.O.D. but do believe in the greatness of Mr. Bram Stoker, the best writer who ever lived.) Please let this be a cool summer camp, completely lacking in lameness as well as—if you don’t mind me asking—cheerleaders. Mom will kill me if I get another restraining order.
I lowered my hands to my lap then slowly raised the lid of my right eye. My lashes had barely parted when a high-pitched shrill forced my eyes wide open.