It had been over a month since I'd last seen my sister or anyone from the camp;but I was soon going back. I wasn't going back to see my sister or anyone else, but to see my biological parents. The camp leader said he'd gotten in touch with them and they were CRAVING to see me. I didn't tell my "mom" though. She moved out of the house, technically kicked out, the day I got back home. The room her and my dad shared now only belongs to my dad, which he's quite happy about.
Jane's absence doesn't seem to affect me. It should, despite the fact we considered each other pretty good friends. I hadn't gone to school in over a month, and it felt amazing. I was taking online classes now because my dad decided I needed time to myself. I told him I was fine and could go to regular school, but in reality I didn't want to. I wanted to forget of everyone and start over-so I did.
I was now to be called Amber, not Mary. I dyed my hair from black to a brownish/blonde and started wearing makeup that actually didn't make me look like I got hit with a bus 10 times. I completely renovated my wardrobe. I literally, I kid you not, donated every single clothing item I had and started new. Dad even renovated my room, painting it from black to white. Now everything in my room was either brown or silver, making me seem sophisticated and smart.
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The day had come to head back to camp. I put on my leggings with a white top and my high tops. It was early in the morning, meaning I didn't care too much, so I just put my hair in a ponytail and applied some mascara and eyeliner. It was about 5 AM when we left the house. Camp was three hours away, allowing me to had a nap on the way there.
The outside air burned like frostbite. It was damp and foggy, but venomous and painful. I put on my hoodie and got into the car. Once we left our driveway, my frostbite turned into flames. The car seemed as if it were a fire pit. I took off my hoodie, only to be greeted by the cold again. I knew what was going to happen-I put on my hoodie again and then it got hot, and then I took it off and it got cold-it happened many times before and this time I wasn't in the mood for it.
When we pulled into the parking lot of the camp, I felt my nerves begin to activate. I got a severe headache and my arms started tingling. I knew my dad was staring at me, and I knew he could see I was an emotional wreck. "I shouldn't have agreed to bring you here," he said. I reassured him I was fine and that this was the best decision for me.
I stepped onto the pavement and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with my adoptive father to the camp leader's office. The campus seemed quieter than usual, kind of like someone was trying to trick me. Today being my 17th birthday, I wanted to meet my biological parents more than ever. I grasped the handle to the door and opened it. When I turned on the lights, my anxiety turned into shock. I couldn't believe it.
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Unbreakable
FantasyDanger is always lurking, even when you don't need it or want it. But being part of a death world doesn't make things necessarily easy-especially when you're on the run. But with one special person, all the pain will fade away-slowly but surely.
