Wow. This is stupid. My parents think it'll be good for us to write our feelings down in a notebook. I guess if I'm forced to
Hi. Name's Marcus. And by the "us", I mean me and my twin sister, Chelsea. But she's weird. I'm the cool one. So we have a little secret, if that's what you'd like to call it. See, it started about four months ago.
After about one free week of summer vacation, we were shipped, unwillingly, to Camp Raccoon. You can probably guess why they call it that. Not only is it the number one most boring place in the universe besides school, it is in the woods, just south of nowhere-land. As an added bonus, you get a free raccoon attacking you with your paid purchase of two months of blah. And, the guy I hate the most goes there too- Pablo, a snotty guy from the dumps of Europe who thinks he's all that and more. And, of course, Chelsea drools over him.
Early in the morning we packed up our junk and clothes. No electronics all