Day One

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"Name?"

"Toni. " I look up at the southern lady standing with an clipboard.

"Toni... T-o-o-n-i... Toni... " she says while searching for my name amongst the pages.

"Toni Shalifoe." I say as I roll my eyes and walk up to her searching for my name. "There." I point and pick up my bag, stepping back.

"Ah- Right this way, Miss Shalifoe."

I follow her into the building. The walls were painted bright yellow with religious inspirational quotes decorated all over them. I sigh at the thought of living here for 6 weeks.

"Fuck you, piece of shit foster parents! FUCK you, judge for making them my guardians and Fuck this piece of shit religious youth camp!" I curse in my head taking note of my surroundings.

We walked past the common area where a large table was placed. Two couches filled the back wall and a I noticed the lack of technology.

" great " I thought while making a disgusted face.

We stepped into a long passage. Rooms were on both sides as we walked past, most where locked. We stopped at the second last room, before she turned to me with a smile.

"There you go! Your roommate is already unpacked. Decorating privileges are earned around here, so feel free to settle in as best as you can. Dinner is served in the main hall. Afterwards we all meet outside at what we call 'the pit'. Rachel will show you the way." with that she hands me a key and wonders off, clipboard in hand to fetch her next victim.

I open the door, stepping into a all white room to find a girl doing sit ups in the middle of the two single beds. She only pauses briefly at my presence and then continues.

"The bed on the left is yours," she breathes as she lowers herself again. "The bathroom is the last door in the passage... " she sits back up. "I only have one rule, " she lowers. "Stay out of my shit and I'll stay out of yours" she sits back up making direct eye contact with me before standing up and doing jumping jacks.

"Geez, ok." I say turning to my already neetly made bed. "I'm Toni by the way." I say unpacking my clothes.

"Rachel." is all she said stopping to look at her wrist watch. "Fuck!" she shouts out of frustration. At this I turn around. "I need to better my time if I want to make nationals." She sits down on her bed, head in her hands.

"Nationals huh? What sport?"

"None of your goddam business. " is all she had to say before storming out the room.

"So much for a warm welcome." I sigh.

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