Hannah’s POV
I kissed my mom goodbye for the fourth time. “Make sure to come home with prizes.” I could hear Dad say as I walked out of our home.
“There's our pretty Angel.” Uncle Fred said as I entered his car. I scoffed.
“Uncle Fred. Do I have to go to camp every season?” I asked. I felt something about this one was going to be different.
“Well, as a preacher's kid, if you wouldn't be there who would.”
I shook my head, so much for a preacher's kid,
too bad I wasn't as saintly as they thought. I wore my headphones, music was my only remedy.
Where do I even start with Camp Willow Lake? It supposed to be this perfect Christian youth retreat, you know, the kind where faith and fun hold hands under God's watchful eye and don't forget the super “holy counselors” who acted like they h
