Camp C.A.S (Rewritten Camp Pica)

Chapter One

Hello! My name is Tyler and in 2014, I wrote a fanfic, for my old fandom, called 'Camp Pica.' the base idea was that it was a gay conversion camp! I decided to rewrite it, but with my own original characters! You do not have to read Camp Pica to get this, as that fic is quite cringey! At the end of every chapter, I will say how much the word count in the old book was, what has changed, and some information on the original characters of mine! I may do this with other fanfictions if this goes well! I hope you all enjoy, and please leave comments! I love reading comments the most, and seeing people talk about my ocs and other stuff, is very inspiring.

Warning: This fanfic is written by someone who has NEVER been to an anti gay camp, so some of the information will be wrong. This story will have homophobic and transphobic language. I, the author, am both trans and super gay, but please be careful if slurs effect you. There will be mentions of triggering content, like self harm, suicide, and abuse. This abuse will be emotionally (words and actions), physical (violence) and sexual (this type should only be suggested at / hinted at, I wouldn't write it in detail) This story will also have a lot of cursing, as that is just my personality and my characters. There will also be some sexual tones. All these characters are under the age of eighteen in this story (as am i lmao) so if that makes you uncomfortable, read with caution!

Although this was edited, I'm still human and may have missed some spelling errors. I apologize if i did!

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Asher's POV

I stared up at the sky, smiling slightly to myself as the bright sun shined down on my face. I glanced back down in front of me, looking up and down the familiar street. I sighed slowly and shut my eyes, listening to the music come from my headphones. I bobbed my head along to the music, humming as I tapped my fingers against my leg. I found myself drifting into my own head, I recalled what people had said to me as I came out to them. Like, my family and friends.

"What is wrong with you?!" Many things, I suppose. Being mixed race may be considered wrong, being feminine may be considered wrong, liking pineapples on pizza may be considered wrong, although delicious. However, my sexuality was not wrong, it was who I was and I would always be queer. "You changed!" Nope, you just didn't know me well enough, I suppose. I have always been this way, you just didn't know it, I have always been a dreaded, gasp, homosexual! How fucking tragic, I know. Ever since I was a baby, I was dreaming of men! Heh, I wish. "You aren't the boy I once raised and cared for." Ah, yes! What a shame indeed. The boy you raised for seventeen years of your life, is suddenly a different person, just because I like MEN! Oh no, tragic! I suddenly decided to be a gay and that changed everything, oh nooo! Ugh, it made me so pissed when my dad said that to me. Gross. Everyone acted as if.. something was terribly wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with me, I'm just an average seventeen year old boy, who happened to identify as queer and only wanted to date other men.

I sighed softly and turned up my music from my old school mp3 player, in a stupid attempt to drown out my own stupid thoughts. I shouldn't let it bother me, and yet? Here I am, letting it bother me. But, oh boy, that wasn't it! I was also getting shipped away to a camp to 'fix me' from the 'gay,' or whatever the fuck. It was like a summer camp from hell, I was living in my own teen drama movie. Expect I was gay, you don't see that in a lot of teen movies. How upsetting. My parents, mostly my dad, hated that I was gay, they wanted their 'pure' son back. My sister didn't seem to care, and my dad had asked her if SHE was gay, I swear he's so annoying. Also if they think they can make me pure again, hah! Good luck, I haven't been pure since the age of eleven. I opened my eyes and kneeled down, sitting down on the grass, as standing was starting to cramp my legs. I waited next to a stop sign, a bus having to come and pick me up. I knew my parents were watching from the house, so it's not like I could just run away from home and skip the camp. I fucking wish I could, you know?