Now that we’ve gotten the ending out of the way, I guess we can start the story.
You know those regular-type camps, where kids with spiffy haircuts spend the summer running around in the fresh air, and roasting marshmallows to an even brown, and swimming in the lake all day long? Maybe you’ve even been to one of those places.
Well, hold that thought. Here’s another question:
Have you ever read that book Holes? If you haven’t, you should, because it’s an awesome book. But there was a camp in that story too—Camp Green Lake, which was actually a prison for kids.
Let’s say that the place I went, Camp Wannamorra, was somewhere right in the middle of all that. Half camp and half prison. And by “prison” I mean school.
That’s right. Me. Summer school. AGAIN.
Every morning from eight to twelve at Camp Wannamorra, we were going to be in classes. I was going to take the kind for kids who need a little extra help. And my brainiac sister, Georgia, was going to take the “Challenge Program,” for kids who had nothing better to do on vacation than get smarter than they already were. It didn’t sound anything like camp to me.
The more Mom talked about it, the more excited Georgia got, which made me even more suspicious. Mom kept calling it “summer camp,” but I was pretty sure it was going to look something like this.