Tori
It's been a while since I have gotten into a train. The whole way from Brooklyn, New York to Connecticut is satisfyingly short. The whole time I stare out of the window. I'm alone in the train, the seat next to me empty. Honestly, I'm surprised my parents didn't send someone to make sure that I even got to the camp.
But I have no intentions of making a run for it. I'm quite bored and I think this camp will entertain me long enough.
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I'm asleep the whole time and when I arrive, I realize that I'm starving. But when am I not starving? Cannabis makes you so fucking hungry it's hilarious. Suddenly, I start laughing and remember the pill of LSD before I took before I entered the train. I start laughing so hard at everything. Do my parents really think I will come back from some Freak Camp sane and healthy? As if! The thought is too drôle.
I laugh at the thought. But I will miss being the class clown. Especially when I know that I won't be the class clown in Columbia. I will miss my friends, too.