![]() We had been sitting together the whole trip, but Mike didn’t say much. He was wearing baggy brown shorts and a sleeveless green T-shirt. He had short, spiky black hair, which he scratched a lot. He was kind of chubby, with a round face and pudgy arms and legs. It was a long bus ride, but we were having a good time. ![]() The boys were a lot louder than the girls, cracking jokes, laughing, making funny noises, shouting out dumb things. Every once in a while, they’d glance back quickly to check out the boys. The girls sat together in the front rows and talked quietly to each other. The girls were going to a girls’ camp nearby. I guessed that the boys were all going to Camp Nightmoon, which is where I was going. There were eighteen boys and only four girls. I was sitting in the back row on the aisle, so I could count them all. There were twenty-two kids going to camp on the bus. The driver kept growling at us, yelling for us to pipe down. When the bus hit a bump, we all bounced up off our seats. ![]() The bus seats were made of hard blue plastic. We hadn’t passed a house or a farm for nearly an hour. Stumpy white trees lined the road like fence posts. ![]() I could see sloping red hills in the distance beneath a bright yellow sky. ![]() I stared out the dusty window as the camp bus bounced over the narrow, winding road. Top Ten Reasons to Be Happy Your Camp Is Haunted ![]()
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