We were going on a summer vacation, and my boyfriend said he'd found a natural camping paradise. My cousin stubbornly insisted on coming along, turning what should have been a romantic trip into a trip for three. That night, a wild bear broke into my tent and tore me to pieces, leaving not a single bone behind. When my dad heard I was dead, his heart condition flared up. My mom couldn't bear the blow and died right then and there. I drifted in midair, watching helplessly as my boyfriend and cousin smugly described how they'd plotted against me. It turned out this had all been part of their plan. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before we were supposed to go camping.
