There’s a little slice of Heaven in Marshall, Texas, where the sun shines through the pines and the sound of cicadas serenade you throughout your afternoon and the lake shines like a plate of polished silver in the early morning sun. When I first came to Camp Fern, I was on my own. Everyone else had known each other for at least two years, so I was the odd one out. In my cabin there was the usual sort. There was the popular one, the attention seeker, the joker, and the one you love to hate. Unfortunately, that feeling was mutual. I was usually the butt of the his jokes, and they were always insulting. Now mind you, I wasn’t that lonely, there were other people after all , but since I was in that cabin most of the time it got to me. Kyle (for
