Saturday: 7:03 a.m.
My parents were begging me to wake up this morning, I acted like I was lifeless as always, laying on my bed like it's a coffin. My father then picks me up, like a child.
"Sorry, princess, but you have to get up." My father muttered to me. I groan, he then puts me down, seeing the aggressive expression on my pale skin. He leaves the room, I stretch for a bit. After that, I pick out whatever I was going to wear, then head off down the spiral steps that lead to the kitchen room. My mother greets me with a smile, then puts some toast and a glass of milk on the table.
Saturday: 8:22 a.m.
"Mother, may I go outside? I want to take a stroll down the park." I asked my mother.
"You already forgot? You have that one camp you wanted to go to?" She hinted at me. Due to my homophobic father and my supportive mother, who decided to take me to a Gay Camp, since she thought it would be better for me to get along with people who know how I feel.
"Oh, by the way, when are we leaving there anyways?" I spoke with confusion.
"About noon-ish, make sure you pack up, you will stay there for the summer." My mother responded. "I told father you were going to a summer camp, so he won't know." She muttered to me while glancing at my father. My father wasn't listening, he was reading the Times Magazine like always. I nodded to my mother, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and went up the stairs to pack up.
As I pick out clothes, shoes, and other needs, I look at something metallic on the wooden floor. It was gold and shiny, I pick it up, it was a golden necklace, attached to the necklace, was a golden locket with a picture inside. I open the locket, it was a picture of my friend and I, at the beach, his name was Tony. Tony was a transgender with anorexia, due to his surgeries needed for his treatment. He committed suicide a couple months after the picture was taken, because of the countless bullying he has been a victim of. His parents were devastated about it, they visit my parents every month or so. My father did not like Tony or his parents, because of their LGBT support. So, my mother and I liked to have discussions about school, their day, etc, but never spoke a word of Tony, ever. I put the necklace in my pocket and continue to pack.
Saturday: 10:54 a.m.
After I finished packing everything and took a hot shower, I remember that we leave at noon, and since I was already finished packing and all of that good stuff, I decided to open up skype and talk with my friends. I really hoped they were online or at least awake, because I did not want to have a conversation for the next hour and six minutes left of my summer... here at least. I tried messaging my friend, Julia, who was most likely sleeping. Then I was about to text Kolbert, then I remembered that he had rehab, due to his smoking addiction, so I obviously couldn't disturb him now. Before I signed out and walked downstairs, I received a notification from my best friend, Quinn.
"Hey!"
"Hello"
"You goin' to camp soon, right?"
"Yup c:"
"Sweet, anyways I better get goin' I have basjet ball"
"*basket, lol"
"Aight, see ya."
I sign out of Skype and shut off my phone. Then, I trot down the stairs, numerous amounts of bags in both hands. I asked my mother if we could leave early, she said no. I sigh, then go back upstairs to my room and listen to music. When I walk to my room, I set the bags down, thinking about what else I should pack. I look around my room, my room was black, with strips of red going across and vertical, kind of like graph paper. I had a silver chandelier in the center part of the ceiling, I don't really know why, but it was there. I had a hardwood floor going across my whole house, but mysteriously stopped by my walk-in closet, I decide to grab a keychain with the key of the door, which looped across the knob of the door, I put the key in the keyhole, click, there it went. I opened the closet, it was full of books. The walls were the same, but with a red room with black grid-like lines, and the floor was a furry maroon carpet. There were bean bag chairs and a stereo, with bookshelves on two sides of the walls, not a single inch of the bookshelf was not covered by a book. All of the books I read about twice in my life. It was pretty obvious that I enjoyed reading, some of my old friends called me "crazy" because I read so much, but I like it that way.
"Blaire! I guess we can leave now, pack up and let's go!" My mother called from downstairs, I walk out of my closet room, lock the door, as well as putting the keychain around my door knob. I grab all of my bags of clothes and all those good things, and head downstairs.
"Ready?" My mother asked.
"Ready." I called back. We walk outside to the car, and head off.
