My story is difficult. Most people would say it’s ludicrous. I can hardly believe it sometimes myself. I’m glad it happened, but I wished it didn’t. I don’t want to believe it-any of it-but whenever I jump, I know it’s true. Let me back up here. My story started with a summer camp. My parents didn’t know what to do with me during the break from school so they looked into summer camps. They decided on a camp named Emnsorts.

I arrived on June 3rd, dreading the month I would have to spend there. I dragged myself to the lodge to receive my room assignment. I walked over to my cabin and started unloading my stuff. I noticed there were only four bunks and figured that there must be no leader. I was about halfway through with unpacking when three other guys walked in. One was tall, probably about six foot, and looked Oriental. The second was short, with nothing really setting him apart except for his height. The last was about average height with a bit of acne. I was just under six foot with a dark look about me. One that seemed to command respect, hinted at strength, and derived fear from others. They all looked straight at me.

“Hey,” said the short one. “Who are you?

“I’m Alex.” I said, “And who are you?”

“I’m Damien,” he said, with a hint of a smirk. “He’s Josh” pointing at the one with acne. “And that’s Charles.” pointing at the Oriental guy.

“Well I guess we’re cabin mates. Any of you guys know what we’re supposed to do?”

“Yeah,” said Charles, speaking for the first time. “Didn’t you read the sign next to the cabin assignments? It said once we got unpacked we are supposed to go to the main lodge and find out what we’re doing for the month.”

“All right, cool. Y’all ready or what?”

“Yeah we’re ready.” said Josh. “You ready?”

“Yeah, gimme a second to get dressed.”

I was wearing a striped polo shirt at the demand of my parents. I had fought, but lost. I rummaged around in my bag, pulling out a solid black shirt and black basketball shorts. I pulled on my shirt, changed my pants, and stood up.

“I’m ready.” I said, walking out the door. “You guys coming?”

They all followed me out as I marched up to the lodge. We walked inside and saw a couple hundred other teens milling about.