For a field trip, 7th graders are going to Camp Weaver tomorrow. By the time I paid, a kid in my ELA class pointed something out:
We are going to a camp all day, on Friday the 13th. I don't want Freddy or Jason to get me!
Bringing this up to my parents, my dad said:
Is this camp on Elm Street? 'Cause if it is, you're screwed.
And yesterday, my mom signed a wavier for camp that my school sent out. Handing it back to me, she said:
So basically, if Freddy or Jason get you, I'll just be down a kid. You will be missed.
She then gave descriptions of Freddy and Jason, gave me a pat on the shoulder, and told me good luck.
Don't tell my school, but I'm probably bringing a knife. Just in case.