Friday, February 22, 2019

Camp Hardwood Day 8: Jeopardy

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I woke up first and I saw Cameron in his bed. He was sleeping when I walked in last night. If he wasn't, he didn't let on any differently, thankfully. I got ready without looking at him, and he didn't try to get my attention.  

Breakfast was awkward, I didn't talk to anyone or pay much attention. I felt disconnected. I felt like shit, and like an idiot, and I was angry. And just generally 'why did I come to this stupid camp?'

After breakfast, it was time for our next activity. It was Jeopardy. You know, that game show? Random as shit, but whatever. It was Boys vs. Girls, and the winning team gets to pick tomorrow's activity. Happy happy. Joy. Joy.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Camp Hardwood Day 7: Cherry Tree

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So I woke up without a headache, which was good. I didn't need to wake up with a headache to feel like shit. I was doing that all by myself.

Cameron didn’t say anything to me. Not that I blame him, but I’m pretty sure I would’ve talked to him if he tried again. I didn't want to impose on him, so I didn't make the first step. But when he left the room without talking to me, it did bother me. It's weird, because I didn't expect him to try and talk to me anyways. But, it still hurt when I realized he wasn't going to.

Breakfast happened, I guess. Don't remember anything concrete, was tired and caught up in my thoughts. Again, I was hoping Cameron would say something to wake me up, but he never did. But what happened next woke me up.

"Cevin..." Diego said. There was something extra in his voice when he called my name. I guess he was holding onto something. 

 ...and the twins... you guys are with me today." 

Oh boy, oh boy. I knew then that Day 7 was going to be something. The ballbusting twins and the homophobe, who sounded like he was holding a hard, throbbing dispute against me. Which I felt was unpleasant, and bordering on abuse to be honest.  

It might sound like I took this lightly, but I did not. Diego has only looked at me to look nasty, and the twins had no reason to be gentle with me. I did not expect to be treated kindly.