If you heard the Hansel and Gretel story before you will know it's not as twisted as this one! It all started on the way to my Summer camp.
"Mom, do we have to go?" my brother asked.
"Don't worry, Jack, you'll be fine," mom said. "I bet you'll make plenty of friends."
"Mom, how long do we have to stay at the camp," I asked.
"Jane, I told you you're staying at the camp for two weeks," she replied, annoyed.
"Here we are," Dad announced. "Camp Gingerbread!"
So we all got out of the car. Our parents signed us in, said goodbye and left. A tall blond haired man walked up to us. He had giant green eyes and wore a shirt with the Camp Gingerbread logo, a little gingerbread house with kids eating it like mad. It was very strange. And it was right in my face. Awkward.
"Hello. You must be Jack and Jane. I'm John, your camp counselor. You don't have to be nervous. You'll make plenty of friends in no time with all the activities we have planned. There's water skiing, hang gliding, hot dog eating contests, pie eating contests, doughnut eating contests, child eating con- I mean, gingerbread house eating contests, swimming lessons, movie nights and we also have lots of group projects that we will be working on."
I gave him a suspicious look.
"Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun!" Jack said.
"Um, I'm on a vegan diet," I said.
"Oh, you won't have to worry about nuttin', sugar plum."
I still didn't trust this guy.
"Come on, why don't we go find your cabin." John skipped away down the path.
Jack shrugged to me and started skipping along after him. I just glared at both of them and followed slowly.
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