"Here we are, Jamal, Crystal Lake!" The navy blue Volkswagen containing Jamal and his parents sputtered a little as it rolled in to town. Jamal's mom couldn't hide her excitement at her son finally getting a job and leaving the house for the summer. "Alright, boy. This is where you get out!" His dad said with a huge grin on his face. Jamal groaned. "I heard the camp is only a few miles from town. Can't you just drive me the rest of the way?" "Sorry. We have plans. Your father and I have been dying to try out the Retro Roadhouse. We've heard good things about it from our friends. Oh, I see it just up ahead here!" The car pulled in to the parking lot and came to a stop. All three members of the Johnson family got out and stretched. With a heavy sigh, Jamal opened the trunk and pulled his neon green bicycle out. It was old and starting to rust, but it still served it's purpose. HIs mom gave him a quick hug and his dad shook his hand. "I'm proud of you, son. It's time for you to become a real man and enter the workforce. When we see you at the end of summer you can tell us all about it. I know you'll have a great time!" "Yeah, right." Jamal muttered to himself as his parents quickly disappeared inside the diner. He hopped on his bike and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pants pocket. His parents didn't want him to blow this opportunity and made sure to write down directions to the camp for him. He studied the paper for a minute and then started peddling. It didn't take long to find the dirt road leading to the camp. Eager to arrive so he could relax and take it easy, Jamal peddled hard and soon the parking lot was in sight. He slowed down as an idea started to form. He stopped just short of entering the open area of the lot. There were a couple vehicles, and he saw at least one person at the far end of the lot. Jamal got off his bike and carefully set it on the ground. Then he laid down next to it, with his limbs sprawled out. "Help me! Help!" He grinned and stayed motionless, waiting for someone to get close to him.