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Last year I got into a bit of trouble. Let’s just say I
“took”"took” a few things that I shouldn’t have. My friends and I would go to the
mall and shoplift. I didn’t need anything really because my parents were rich
and all, but I did it because it was the only rush I could get besides taking
haryion. I wanted to be a “bad"bad boy” because I knew the ladies liked them. I was
right, I was a ladies man! I had at least one to two girlfriends every other
year. But that is beside the point. One of the times I was shoplifting from a
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to get out of there, but the store owner sucker punched the socks off of me and
I got knocked out. When I woke up I was greeted by a man who I presumed was the
mall owner. He told me, “Your"Your life of crime will end in a pile of nothingness.”
Honestly, I didn’t care at that point because I realized that I still had a few
Pixi-Stixs in my pocket. After hours of interrogation, waterboarding, and
whipping, my parents came into the room. 
“How"How could you do this?” my mom shouted. “Where"Where did I go wrong in
teaching you!” she was in so much distress. I felt bad. Not for stealing, but
for making her cry. “Told"Told you we shouldn’t have had another kid.” my father
remarked. After a lengthy conversation with the mall owner and hearing that I
was not welcome into the mall again, we went home.
 
“What"What are we going to do with him?” “I"I don’t know!” my
mother and father whispered to each other, failing to have a conversation that
I could not hear. They spoke for a few minutes and then came down and sat at
the table with me. “Son"Son, we are sending you to Lake Cristy.” “But"But dad! I was
planning to do nothing with my summer!” “Well"Well, you shouldn’t have shoplifted
Pixi-Stixs then you failure!” My father and I went back and forth like this for
a few hours.
 
“Pack"Pack your bags, you are leaving tomorrow.”
 
I went up-stairs, shed a few tears, and got out my suitcase.
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clothes. I also picked up my sleeping bad and my Pixi-Sticks. I went to sleep,
crying like the little baby I was, and thinking about what the camp was going
to be like. “Lake"Lake Cristy, that’s an odd name. I wonder why it is named that.” I
thought. My fears of camp being terrible started to go away when I remembered
something. I’m a ladies man! This is going to be great! I might actually talk
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Just kidding, I didn’t go to sleep. I was too excited! Camp
was going to be great! Time passed quickly as I thought of all of the fun times
I was going to have at camp till I heard the sound of my alarm clock. “It’s"It’s
time.”
 
My father barged into my door, “It’s"It’s time to go you fat
suck” he said. I was too eager to go to camp to be hurt by his penetrating
words. Dad threw me into the car along with my gear and we went on our way. It
was a two hour drive to the camp but it felt like days. When we arrived, I was
greeted by an obese man with pit sweat. “Welcome"Welcome to Lake Cristy, the camp of
fun, games, concentration, and reeducation” he said in an “enthusiastic”"enthusiastic” voice.
“Can"Can I take your bags?” “Yeah"Yeah they are in the back” my dad told him. I looked
around the whole camp, but there was no lake. I asked the man, “Why"Why is the camp
called ‘Lake Cristy’ if there is no lake?” “Some"Some people say it’s named after a
ghost, some say it’s a code, I say I don’t give a-““Ahm”""Ahm” my father said. The
man apologized and took me and my bags to my cabin. “This"This is where you will
sleep” he told me. “Ok"Ok, thanks!” He left and spoke to my father. The man went
to the back of the car for some reason with my father then my father shot him
and put him in the trunk. I don’t know why he did it, but my father never liked
fat people. I waved to my covered in hyper-realistic blood father and said
goodbye. “Now"Now the fun begins!”
 
Now, because my journal details the days at camp better than
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Day: 4
 
I found a note today on my pillow. It read, “I"I just wanna
tell you how I’m feeling” with a smiley face at the end. I’m sure it’s Denise!
I can’t believe it. I’m so happy!
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I spoke with some counselors from camp today about the name
of the camp. “So"So, why is it called ‘Lake Cristy’ if there is no lake?” One guy said
the name was a puzzle, another said it was a mystery, and one gal said she has
heard many rumors but none of them were logical. I am nowhere closer to finding
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Day: 6
 
I found another note! It read “We"We both know what’s going on”
with another smiley face. I am so sure it is Denise. Someone tried to drug me
with food today. I could tell because I’ve been drugged in the past. Anyways,
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I found another note. It’s strange. It can’t be Dennis
because I cut things off after I figured out he was not a she. It said “Gotta"Gotta
make you understand.” I was officially freaked out. I didn’t tell the counselors
because I liked the attention but nevertheless, I still was scared. I showed
Darius and he said, “Wow"Wow, you should tell someone now. That’s kinda scary, who
knows it might be someone middle aged and hairy.” “Eh"Eh, I don’t know. I don’t
want to have to go home early or anything” I said. I mean, it could only be
something like a pedophile but nothing dangerous or anything. Anyways, I’m
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Day: 11
 
New note. “We’re"We’re no strangers to love.” What is this? “Wicky"Wicky
wow, he’s got you now!” Darius shouted. “Shut"Shut up Darius. You don’t know
anything!”
 
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Today, I skipped out on the activities and did some
investigating. I didn’t find very much, just a trench coat. I also found
another note on my pillow, it said, “I"I will never make you cry.” Well, that was
comforting in a terrifying way. Today, I showed my counselor. She looked at me
for with a blank stare and just said these words, “You"You are the chosen one. You
must discover the truth.”
 
Well a lot of help she was. I asked Darius for some advice
and he said, “yo"yo bro, I don’t know, but don’t act slow or you might get towed.”
“Darius"Darius you idiot, you’re no help.” I should have known that Darius wouldn’t
help me at all. So I started to think. The name…. What does it mean?
 
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Well, it was my last full day here and I got another note.
It said, “Don’t"Don’t tell me you are to blind to see.” I think he was trying to insult
me or something for not finding out what the name of the camp meant. But you
know what, I’m going home tomorrow. I am done trying to figure this out.
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Day: 14
 
I said goodbye to everybody. “Bye"Bye Dennis, my first lover.”
“Bye"Bye Darius, you frickin’ idiot.” “Bye"Bye peter, I didn’t really know you.” “Huo"Huo
doung John, ling shing dong!” “Bye"Bye Jack!” he waved back at me with a piece of
chicken in his hand.
 
I walked up to my dad, “Hi"Hi dad!” “Did"Did you have fun you fat
suck?” “You"You bet I did!” We drove home and when I got there, I ran into my
mother’s arms. I apologized for everything I did, and told her all about camp.
They seemed oddly worried about the chambers I talked about, but whatever.