Camp

I don't cry. I don't yell. My face stays blank, empty.

But I'm not empty.

I feel. I feel everything.

But I can't show it. It's not something that I've chose or want- I just... can't. Never have been able to.

I was thrown into a summer camp. Mom said it would be good for me. But I knew the truth- she's too busy to deal with me, too tired to love me.

When I got there, I was immediately labeled.

Unusual. Cold. Intimidating.

I expected it. That's always been my titles.

And maybe... that's all I'll ever be.

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This is my first story so be patient please! 😁