Postcard from Halloween Camp

Mother


Halloween Camp is awful. No one likes me and they're all horrible, anyway.


Dad's old RAF sleeping bag is enormous. I look more like Sherpa Tensing than a 12-year-old.


Sometimes I think you must hate me.


Also, that bite I received from the huge red centipede has taken root. This morning I woke up really early and found myself outside the tent. I must've wriggled outside during the night.


Please collect me at 4pm by the woods. My shiny forcipules keep twitching and I'm worried I might start biting soon.


Biting parents doesn't count.


Regards

Pinky  



by Sukie Shinn

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