Jared got on his ipod a few days earlier, and stated that he had grown very paranoid of the place, and earned for the belivious thoughts of being rushed home.
This is a story about a child named Jared Mclemmiwinks, I am telling it as i was told by him..
It started out as he was saying and bidding his goodbyes and dues on msn messenger one day whilst leaving for this camp he talked about.
His parents had told him much of this camp being it was a nice place up in North carolina, he was looking forward to the trip all summer, thinking "Wow, cant wait to get to camp. Gonna learn to fish, and kill stuff."
As he rode off into the clanky yellow camp bus called old yeller, by the camp employees, he took once last glance at his east suburban florida home, and waved goodbye to his slowly shrinking parents as the bus pulled down the curb he could no longer see them.
He sighed.. "Man I cant wait to get to camp.."
After eight hours of driving, the bus came to a stop, the youngins aboard the bus arose to the driver blowing his whistle, telling them of their arrival.
Jared rose, with a swift movement he stretched and cracked some tense muscles and grabbed his baggins.
As he walked out with the other boys into the what appaeared to be a resort named La Vida Loka.
I will take a pause now in our young adventure jrod mclemmiwinks story, to say to you all candlejack is NOTreal, see nothing happened to me after i said his na
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