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DETOUR
After hearing the chilling news about John Boy, I sat there in silence looking out the bus window watching the scenery go by. That’s when I noticed how different everything was; it wasn’t like the nightmare though, which was a good thing. Right before I could say anything to Tommy or Chubs, one of the counselors stood up and informed all of us that we would be taking a detour for special reasons that year.
“About damn time they decided to switch things up a little.” I could tell by the look on his face that he was overly excited. Chubs, on the other hand, didn’t really give a s**t; all he wanted to do was get to camp as quickly as possible so he could get it over with.
Too bad that it was never that easy; as for me, I was somewhat uneasy about it all at first. Eventually, I ca
