My name is Mario Misencik. My life is kinda okay, except the hard assignments that I get every once in a while. I am thirteen years old and I go to this great-yet-snobby school on the east coast of the United States.

I had just finished seventh-grade at my school and I am going to this summer camp for kind of rich kids. Most of my school is going there, along with people from other schools, but it's mostly my school. It's name is Camp Vandeslunt. I know it's named after some U.S. Navy soldier named Samuel Vandeslunt, but that's about it. I never knew what he did, nothing. Except on the brochure, it read, "The most exciting summer of your life is about to begin." That's why I was going there.

Here I am, sitting in my car waiting to head out. I see all this amazing scenery such as mountains, lakes, rivers, you name it. It was me in the car along with my mom. We talked a little bit, but not much.

Then, we drove up to the place where my mom is support to drop me off. I get out of the car, get my stuff, get a kiss, and say goodbye. "Goodbye, sweetheart," my mom said, "I hope you have the best summer ever." I thought up of something to say, and said, "Whatever." I wasn't very good at talking to an adult, especially Mom.

On the way to camp, I saw a sign and multiple pathways. The sign read, "North: Vandeslunt Nature Trail, South: Parking Lot, West: Szucs Mountain, East: Camp Vandeslunt." I heard of this guy who betrayed Samuel V. named Emmanuel Szucs, but that's about it. I headed east.

I walked up to the entrance to the camp and this guy says, "What's your name, young and courageous one?" I said, "Mario Misencik!" Then he said, "Mario! What's up, buddy? Anyway, you're in Mr. Fetterhoff's cabin. Third one going from here to there."

I walked past Mrs. Angotti's cabin when I walked past someone familiar. "Hey, Mario!" she said. It was Brittany Annoni. She wasn't in my class in the seventh grade, but I had a crush on her ever since third grade. "Hi!" I said back.

I skipped to a cabin that had the sign "Mr. Fetterhoff's Cabin" on it. This must be it, I thought. So, I stepped inside, and a French-looking man with a huge handlebar mustache walks up to me and shakes my hand.

"Bienvenue dans ma cabine!" he said. "That means, 'Welcome to my cabin!' My name is Mr. Fetterhoff. Nice to meet you! Hey, I'm feeling a bit of déjà vu here!" I knew the answer. "Of course," I said, "I was here last year." "Heureux de vous revoir parmi nous! Glad to have you back!" he said.

"Mario! Mario! Mario!" the children in the cabin said. I was very popular in school, so everyone knew me. Speaking of the children in the cabin, I'd like to introduce you to them, starting right now.

First up is Miller Parker, nicknamed "Mills." He is my best friend. We have a lot in common. We share the same hobbies, the same likes and dislikes, the same everything. Everything except what instrument we like to play. (I play the piano, and he plays the violin.) He has blonde hair and is 5"4'.

Second is Victor Dominello, nicknamed "Domi." When Mills is absent, Domi is a backup best friend. We share less things in common than Mills, however, but we've known each other since preschool. He is always wearing a Mario sweatshirt (Not me, Super Mario), he has brown, curly hair, and is 5"2'.

Third is Edana Vicory, nicknamed "Seahorse." She is the only girl in the cabin. Not that Mr. Fetterhoff thinks that boys are better than girls, it's just that very few girls come to Camp Vandeslunt for some unexplained reason. To me, at least. She has long, brown hair with pink glasses and is also the shortest one in the cabin, at 3"3'.

Fourth is Manco Cartman, nicknamed "Southy." He is the absolute boss. He's hilarious and he loves South Park. In fact, he loves that show so much that they nicknamed him Southy just because of that. He has light-brown hair and stands at 5"7'.

Fifth is Finn Marakovitz, nicknamed "Mars." He is the adventurer type. He loves to go exploring new places and learning something new every day. Well, that's why he came here! He always wears a Boston Red Sox baseball hat and his height is 5"5'.

Last but not least is a sixth-grader (Now a seventh-grader) whom I have no idea who his name is, but people call him "Snickers." Your idea is as good as mine of how he got that nickname but my theory is that the laughs randomly for no reason, and also because he likes Snickers bars. He has blonde hair and thick glasses. He is 4"11'.

That's when I realized how crappy the cabins are. Nobody notices the problems, but it always smelt like chicken pot pie (And I hate that stuff), there's no bathroom (So if you need to go, you need to go all the way to the other side of the camp), and we all change clothes in one place, so we would all see each other's...well...you know what.

Anyway, we were having a good time pillow fighting with all my "cabin mates" (As I call them) when Mr. Fetterhoff said, "Installez-vous, les enfants! Settle down, kids! I have to go through some important announcements. Listen carefully." So, we stopped what we were doing at were looking at Mr. Fetterhoff. "Je commencerai. I will begin."

What he told us was boring, but I listened anyway. He said that during curfew, no students are allowed to exit the cabins or else the student will get suspended. Also, he told us we had to eat what they gave us. If we didn't like it, we didn't like it. most of the stuff he talked about was the classes, the activities, the swim time, the meal time, all that stuff. Then, he gave us a sheet of paper to choose our classes. I chose Creative Writing, Music (with Mills), Drama (with Southy), Art (with Snickers), Survival Skills (with Domi), Exploration, Outdoor Sporting, and Nature Trailing (with Seahorse). After that, he said if you break enough rules, we will be leaving Camp Vandeslunt.

After his long speech, he said, "Des questions? Any questions?" We had none. "Alright, then. I think it's time for l'heure du dîner. That means, 'dinner time!'" So, we got out of the cabin in a line and went straight to the cafeteria. That's when my summer got a little...weird.