Prologue:

I know what you're thinking right now. Some geek with glasses is going to be one of the 'awesome' characters now. Not so. I'm going to be myself, in principal.

16 June

My parents were on a camping trip to some remote part of a place called USA. It encompasses like one fourth of the world. My parents were very excited. I was not. I hate hate hated camping! I hated the outdoors! I hated excercising!

My parents were looking at it in a different way though.

"You'll like it! Far away from the hustle and bustle of city life, not a care in the world!"

How amusing it sounded right now. I can almost chortle with laughter waiting to burst out of me.

Fine. The story starts like this. We had been camping for a week in the plains, but not a shoot of grass was growing there. I was revolted by the stench of dead insect bodies. The wind was cold, frostbitingly so. My parents were still merrily dishing out bowls of Cambell's mushroom soup while I lay, huddled in the sleeping bag inside the tent.

"Come on out. It's such fine weather for a stroll! You can explore as much as you like!"

If digging for earthworms was their idea of fun, I was not coming along. Anyway, I had no obligation to. What a waste of my precious school holidays!

19 June

Significantly rattled by eerie noises in the night and nightmares, I had enough. My parents were by now upset about my attitude and decided unanimously that leaving was the best option.

"We brought you here to enjoy yourself, not for you to pout!"

"We have agreed to go home, and we'll do it right now! No more vacations for you young man!"

I was rather frustrated. It was not about the travelling, but this stinking place! Why couldn't they get that?

My parents placed their belongings into the car we borrowed from one of our relatives and set off for her house. Little did we know, a huge rainstorm would pour soon. The clouds grew dark and ominous. Lightning struck menacingly close to our car. Though yeah, I'm a male, I screamed for a split second. My parents said that was real cowardly.

A motel was far in the distance. It had a sign which read "Katz Motel No Vacancy" in capitals. I said, "Who calls themselves by that sort of name? I mean only perv- "

"Don't say that word!"

"It's rude!"

I shrugged my shoulders. I mean, who ever heard of people by that name?

My parents parked the car a distance from the motel and we brought out our umbrellas. I had one which was orange with some random logo on it. The rain intensified and we opened the umbrellas. After walking for what seemed an eternity, we finally reached the motel.

The motel was shabby and rundown- the sort that drug smugglers would use as a convenient hideout. I looked about the room. A single desk with a bell on it was situated in the centre of the room. A door was labelled "Private". A sign above read "No dogs allowed". I found this to be highly amusing. Katz hate dogs.

Seeing no one about, my father slammed his fist down on the bell. Suddenely, a red CAT appeared from behind the counter.

"I'm Katz. Do you want to check in?"

I was about to say "No" when my father butted in and exclaimed, "Of course! What's our room number?"

"No. 666 1/2"

My father took a pair of keys from the cat and did not look in the least surprised.

"How on earth? That was a cat!"

"There are odder things here than you can possibly imagine! I've lived longer than you, so I have experience."

I rolled my eyes. Even if he did, he never used any of it.

We had to walk for a bothersome length of time. Man, I swear, the motel looked smaller on the outside. We finally arrived at the room. My father took out his phone and started watching Youtube videos on them. I always wondered what he watched when no one was around.

My mother went to take a bath.

"Exquisite spice fragrance in the soap? What a steal!"

I went to another bathroom to brush my teeth.

I was in the midst of brushing, when I heard a funny song. It sounded like some kind of song that Katz had been listening to. Katz?! I turned around to see a pair of yellow eyes blink at me and then the panel where the toilet roll was slid back. That **** was trying to peek, huh? I suddenly wasn't so eager to ease myself.

I came to the sudden realisation that Katz could be looking at my mother right now! Even worse, he might be viewing what my father was watching right now! I ran to ask my dad for help. I was going to pound Katz's lewd head in!

I arrived to find that my father was gone. I could only see his phone resting on the ground next to a suspicious patch of carpet. I grabbed the phone up. Prehaps it could provide clues to his whereabouts. I looked at the content and instantly smashed it to smithereens with the sole of my shoe.

I rushed down the corridor and reached the counter in a jiffy. I found Katz to be checking on his "Private" room. A huge web in the centre of the room had a ginormous man-eating spider sitting on it. The web was surrounded by skeletons. The beast had my pop!

I raised a chair high over my head and sent it crashing down on Kat's head. Instantaneously knocked out, I rushed inside, but couldn't free my father from the web. It was much too sticky! I took a mop and bucket from a janitor's closet and filled up the pail with water. I mopped the web away and yanked by father by his shirt and brought him out of the room. He took a while to recover from falling down.

"Uhhrrgh... " he moaned while recovering.

I turned to see Katz give me a facepunch.

WHAM!

I was knocked into the wall by the blow. Dazed, I wobbled to my feet and grabbed a chair to stable myself. Katz slowly sauntered over and I recovered, wiping blood from my face.

"Whoops!" he sneered.

His own head was swelling from the blow I gave him. I guessed we were equal then.

"A little sport before dying, dear boy?"

"Like what? Cycling?"

"Oh not that, how about Racketball?"

"What's that?"

He produced a pair of rackets and a ball. I took one and he served the ball. I fail at sports, so I instantly missed.

"I'm sorry, you lose."

He tried to attack me offguard, but I had anticipated this. I leapt up and brought the racket down which such force that he dropped his racket. I then kicked him in the **** so hard that he blacked out. Just for good measure, I tied him up with string and called the police. He was a goner now!

While my mother came out in search of us, the police arrived and one recorded my statements while Katz was led into the police van. My father finally recovered from his slumber and awoke to see me hefting a racket while answering the police.

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you later."

My mother arrived and asked me what I was doing. I had so much to talk about now, and finally everyone was willing to listen.

While sitting in the car, I recounted my amazingly censored feat. My impressed and equally disgusted parents listened. I sat in the car seat. Oh how sleepy I was... If I could just lie down and sleep...

-Fine-