Then I actually did have a meltdown. I went to my bunk and there was a note. “Meet me. At the lake. East side. 12:00 midnight.â€? Ken. I was wrong. Maybe it was a joke. Just maybe. I set an alarm on my phone. It would vibrate at five of midnight. I used my backlit compass to find the east side. I found it, and sat down for a while. I heard something behind me, I turned around, and was knocked unconscious by someone with a baseball bat.

I woke up God knows how long later. I was tied up to a chair. My hands were duct taped. A man in a mask ripped off my gag.
“Don’t you know that you should use your duct tape for good, not evil?â€? I said sarcastically.
The man took off his mask. It was Mr. Mulley, the principal. “What the fuck.â€? I said.