The Curse of Camp Cold Lake

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I got off to a bad start at Camp Cold Lake.

I was nervous when I arrived. And I guess I did some dumb things.

Well, I didn’t want to go to a water sports camp.

I don’t like to be outdoors. I hate the feeling of grass brushing against my ankles. I don’t even like to touch trees. And I certainly don’t like getting wet.

Sure, I like to go swimming once in a while. But not every day! What’s the point of that?

I like to swim in a nice, clean pool. I took one look at the lake here-and I was sick. I knew there had to be horrible things swimming around in that water.

Ugly creatures, waiting below the surface. Thinking to themselves: “Sarah Maas, we’re waiting for you. Sarah, we’re going to rub our slimy bodies on your legs when you swim. And we’re going to chew off your toes, one by one.”

Yuck. Why do I have to swim in slime?

Of course, Aaron was so excited, he nearly exploded.

When we climbed off the camp bus, he was jumping up and down and talking a mile a minute. He was so crazed. I thought he was going to burst out of his clothes and go running into the lake!

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