Day Seven
Saturday 10 am
I woke up at 7 am to my stomach growling again. I got the other guys up and we followed Tails to the dining hall. Finally, we were granted entry but still denied food. I clutched my stomach, dying for food. Tails could see we hadn't eaten anything since 3 pm the day before, so he stole 12 of the little cereal containers and a huge coffee cake.
"This had been one of the worst weeks of my life!" I whispered to my friends in the restroom as I gulped down my cereal. "This camp needs to pay and innocent people need to be warned!" The guys nodded. "Yo, Tails? Go a sharpie on ya?"
"Sure do. First, you guys put you names and phone numbers on my camp photo." We all did just that. Next, we exchanged contact info writing who and what on our hands, up to our shoulders. Finally, my mom picked me up.
"So, how was your time at camp, honey?" she asked me.
"Horrible," I replied as we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant not too far from home. She turned to look at me.
"What?"
"Take a look at this, Mom," I handed her my journal and she read everything that I had written. She looked up a me, shocked.
"Sonic, I'm so sorry that happened to you and the other boys. If I had known. . ."
"It's okay, Mom," I told her, "It's not your fault. But he needs to pay for this."
"You're right, Sonic."
When we got home, Mom wrote the information on my body in her phone book and called the guys' mothers.
"Yes," she would say to each of them, "I believe your child knows my son, Sonic. Yes, that day will be fine to meet." So, a day was set up for all of us to meet and we invited Tails to plan for the day we would make Northern Star and Mr. Jason pay.
