Dear Mom and Dad,

    
I can’t wait to come home, first of all Carol got mauled by a black bear, my friend Max peed himself in our bunk bed last night because he supposedly saw bigfoot, so I had to take a shower and sleep on the hard wooden floor, which was so cold I still can’t feel my whole body.

Did I mention the food? Omg it’s so gross I feel like I’m eating Grandma’s cooking again and not her ok meals either! Then I got poison ivy in places I don’t want to mention, if you know what I mean? It’s been rough, you guys didn’t even pack me any Calamine lotion for poison oak and I have an embarrassing itch and a huge rash. The clinic up here ran out of it, so now I’m stuck with nothing to help me and it’s very uncomfortable.

So it turns out that bears can run uphill, they are too smart. Why did you make me go to this stupid camp, we literally do nothing just sit there.That’s it, please write me back, I’m seriously dying or please send me some food that’s not Grandma’s cooking...

I still love you even though you sent me to this awful place they call camp please save me soon. 

   Sincerely, Cece