I may be the only kid in the world who hates vacations. And when I say I hate them, I mean I'd rather parachute off a plane into a boiling pit of lava with sharp rocks surrounding the deadly liquid because atleast then I'd feel danerous.
It sounds sort of ungrateful but I really just want to stay home, write in my multiple notebooks, watch some Canadian melodrama, and sleep. This is my 6th cruise and I can already tell you what's going to happen:
My parents will drop me off at the (heaven help us) "Underground Teen's Club" while they go have fun doing 18 and older activities and basically forget about me until 1am. Then I will encounter a