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How I Survived My Summer Vacation
How I Survived My Summer Vacation
How I Survived My Summer Vacation
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How I Survived My Summer Vacation

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When Stuart Glassman goes to a summer camp designed by genius director Gregory Stevens especially for kids who want to make movies, he has no idea what he's getting himself into. Sure, Stuart has the usual jitters about meeting new people and trying to fit in. But his biggest problem is that the camp really is haunted. And for some reason the ghost, a wise-guy named Robert Campbell, decides that Stuart is going to be his new friend. And then there's the matter of the sasquatch . . .

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"Stand still!" said Robert. He put his hand on my chest. Then he put his hand through my chest. I felt as if every bit of warmth was being sucked out of me—as though I had been shoved out of the house on a winter day with no clothes on.
No hologram could do that.
"You really are a ghost!" I cried.
Robert rolled his eyes. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
I screamed and ran down the path.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBruce Coville
Release dateMay 17, 2019
ISBN9780463290217
How I Survived My Summer Vacation
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Bruce Coville

BRUCE COVILLE is the author of over 100 books for children and young adults, including the international bestseller My Teacher is an Alien, the Unicorn Chronicles series, and the much-beloved Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher. His work has appeared in a dozen languages and won children's choice awards in a dozen states. Before becoming a full time writer Bruce was a teacher, a toymaker, a magazine editor, a gravedigger, and a cookware salesman. He is also the creator of Full Cast Audio, an audiobook company devoted to producing full cast, unabridged recordings of material for family listening and has produced over a hundred audiobooks, directing and/or acting in most of them. Bruce lives in Syracuse, New York, with his wife, illustrator and author Katherine Coville.

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    How I Survived My Summer Vacation - Bruce Coville

    Chapter One

    Bus Ride to Doom

    Sure, I know you’ve heard of Camp Haunted Hills. Who hasn’t, now that the movie’s such a hit?

    But let me tell you—what you saw in your local theater is not exactly what happened.

    I know, because I was there. My name is Stuart Glassman, and I was a camper at Haunted Hills that first summer, back when Gregory Stevens was still keeping the place fairly secret. And as much as I like the movie, the truth is, it’s mostly Hollywood baloney. Oh, sure, the creature and the ghost were both there. But not the way you saw them. Take the creature: in real life, I doubt she was more than seven feet tall. And as for the ghost—well, we’ll get to Robert later.

    For now, just believe me: if you want to understand what went on at Camp Haunted Hills that summer, forget everything you think you know. Because I’m about to tell you what really happened—creatures, ghost, and all.

    If I didn’t love movies so much, I probably never would have gotten mixed up in all this. But I do. I mean, I saw Battle for the Galaxy fifteen times—the first week it was playing!

    My poor parents think I’m pretty weird. They used to worry about it, until they looked around and realized every kid they knew was weird. After a while they decided there were worse things than wanting to direct films when you grow up. As my father said to my mother one night, Look at it this way, Louise. There’s weird, and there’s weird. At least Stuart doesn’t want to be president!

    Anyway, loving movies the way I do, when I spotted that little ad for Camp Haunted Hills on the funnies page of our local paper, I knew I had to go. I had friends who had gone to tennis camps and computer camps and even fat camps. But I had never even heard of a movie camp. So I wrote off for the information. When the brochure came I took it to my parents, threw myself on the floor, grabbed their feet, and pleaded with them to send me off to camp.

    As soon as they said yes, I started to wonder what I had gotten myself into. I mean, we were talking about eight weeks in a strange place—Oregon. I’d never been away from home for more than an overnight before. I still slept with a night-light and a teddy bear. (Oh, stop laughing. I happen to know that there are a lot of eleven-year-olds who still have teddy bears.) But I knew I couldn’t take Igor—that’s my bear—to camp. Suddenly, going away didn’t seem like such a good idea after all. What was I supposed to do?

    I was still trying to figure that out four months later when my parents took me to meet the camp bus. I think maybe I should stay home after all, I said just before they pushed me into line to board the bus. Jeremiah will probably miss me.

    Jeremiah is our golden retriever. He’s not very bright. Actually, I figured if I stayed away for over a week he was more likely to forget me than miss me. I could just see him wandering into my room and looking around with that vague expression of his. I think someone used to live here, he would say to himself. Then he’d go wag his tail and knock something off the coffee table. He’s that kind of dog.

    Jeremiah will be fine, said my father. Dad is big on having me finish whatever I start. I was beginning to think he only agreed to send me to camp because he knew I’d change my mind and he thought it would be fun to watch me try to squirm my way out of it. He’s that kind of father.

    Five minutes later I was sitting in the bus with my face pressed against the window. I hoped if I looked pathetic enough my parents would change their minds and rescue me. My mother’s lower lip started to tremble. I was getting to her! Then my father put his arm around her and whispered in her ear, and I knew he had decided to be strong for both of them. I was sunk.

    And right then, just when I thought things were as bad as they could get, a girl came and sat down next to me.

    A girl, for pete’s sake! An almost pudgy girl with a big smile and long brown braids. Hi! she said. My name’s Brenda Connors. What’s yours?

    I groaned and sank back in my seat. Life is hard enough when you’re skinny and wear thick glasses and you’re being shipped off to camp without your bear. When I had that much going against me already, I didn’t need a girl sitting next to me on the camp bus. Socially speaking, I figured I was ruined.

    An hour after we left my home in northern California, I started getting bus sick. I wondered if the embarrassment of throwing up might be balanced out if I could manage to do it on Brenda.

    Two hours after we left the city and were well up in the mountains, I realized that until then I didn’t know what bus sick was all about. Now I was bus sick. I thought I would rather die than drive another mile like this.

    Three hours after we left the city, I was looking out the window when suddenly the bus swerved left, then right. It was incredible. One minute we were rolling along the pavement. The next, we shot over the edge of the road and were hanging in midair, a hundred feet above a raging river filled with jagged rocks.

    Chapter Two

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