It was Claire's first time at Wooden Perch Summer Camp—thanks to her best friend's endless yapping about it. After much convincing, her dad finally allowed her to go.But Claire was about to experience the craziest summer of her life...
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If hell had a summer camp, it would be this.
Wooden Perch was packed. Not just with campers, but with testosterone, sweat, and boys who looked like they walked straight out of a Men's Health cover shoot.
I swallowed, my eyes darting between tanned skin, wet hair, and biceps that could snap me in half.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" my dad asked, his voice tight with suspicion. His gaze flickered from the shirtless guys in board shorts to the massive wooden sign that read Wooden Perch Summer Camp.
