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A note from the author: thank you to Danny, for always being there.
I didn’t ask to be here. I never asked to be here. In fact, I can say with confidence that I would rather be anywhere but here right now.
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It’s the first few weeks of summer break, and it already feels like I’m being ripped from the comfort I could’ve had in my bed. You see, my mom signed me up for this month-long sleep away summer camp without my knowledge. Imagine my surprise when I got home from the last day of school and I had the bomb dropped on me that I would be spending a MONTH of my summer break in the middle of the woods with nothing but my thoughts and my sketchbook.
I understand that she has work, and so does my dad, but in my defense, she could’ve actually TOLD me about this before telling me I had a week to pack.
So here I am now, standing on the sidewalk (because apparently this camp takes you there on a bus), bag with all of my stuff slung over my shoulder, smiling awkwardly at my mom before I’m shipped away for a month. Despite the fact that it’s summer, it still manages to feel cold outside. I put on my headphones to distract myself, but I’m nonetheless uncomfortable in my t-shirt and shorts. Maybe it’s the clouds covering the sun, but it doesn’t mean I can’t complain. I glance over to my mom with a look in my eyes that tells her, “Please get me out of here, I hate this,” but she just smiles at me and ruffles my hair, which I’m quick to fix.
Eventually, my mom plants a kiss on my forehead, and leaves me to go to work. I stand there in silence and turn up the volume of my headphones. There’s no one else with me, so it’s feels even more quiet. I proceed to regret my decisions on what I chose to bring with me. My bag is too heavy, my clothes aren’t warm enough; it felt like every bad decision I could’ve made, I made. I considered what I could do to fix this issue. I could always complain the entire bus ride, which was a solid option in my opinion, but I should probably keep my mouth shut anyways. it’s too late to go home and get different clothes anyways.
I shove a hand into my bag, fumbling around to maybe find something to entertain myself, but I’m shocked to hear the hiss of the bus. I check the time on my phone. 10:30, no second more or less. It was supposed to arrive at 10:30, but it was on time to a concerning extent. Whatever, today can still be normal.
I hope.