𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟽: 𝟹𝟽𝟹 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎.

July 17th

July 17th: Camp Nightwing:

1977: 373 days before the massacre.

It's knowing how painful life can be that triggers me. With everything there is pain. Mental or physical, I, however, have grown so much pain in my life I could shut everyone out. Starting from my mom naming me the ugliest name. Christine. To living in the shittiest place ever, Shadyside. So I nicknamed myself 'Ziggy' to block it out and go to camp every year. Camp Nightwing. Where all the Shadysiders and Sunnyvalers go during the summer. It's not fun. At all. The people there suck. Everyone is a wannabe stuck up priss like my sister, Cindy. And I just don't get it. Why want to be all "perfect" and "pretty" when you live in the most cursed town ever. Nobody is normal.

"Ziggy!" Cindy calls up from the stairs. "Yeah I know, coming!" I grab my green and red duffel bag I use to pack everything in. And slam my door and lock it from the outside so my mom can't get in while I'm gone. "Hurry up!"

"Shit- uh I know!" I was in too much of a hurry to get my shoes on all the way so I let them dangle off my heels. "Ziggy you're going to ruin your shoes if you keep-" "Yeah, yeah I know, just drive please- I want to get this over with." Cindy pulls out of the driveway and I watch my house fade away in the distance. 'Bye-Bye Mom' It's a 10 minute drive to camp. I'm not excited at all. All the Sunnyvalers there think they can run the camp by bullying Shadysiders.

"Hey-So, this is my first year being a counselor so you better be on your best behavior. I'm not messing around this time."

"Fine. But it's not my fault if I throw a punch at someone because they are talking shit to me."

Cindy is kind of like those perfect girls on tv, like the ones who stand up for everyone but is insecure about themselves and think hiding infront of the make believe big pink plastic sign that says Oh I'm so innocent and perfect, I'm even afraid to have sex! Will hide the fact she is a Shadyside freak and forever will be.

I kinda doze off a bit, but then the big sign that says Welcome to Camp Nightwing catches my eye. We're here. The place I haven't had fun in years. Cindy pulls the car to the side, gets out and knocks on my window. "Hey-out now." Her muffled voice says from behind the glass. Time to suffer. I step out into the hot summer air. "Help me please-" I help Cindy grab all her bags from the car and she grabs mine.

"Hey Cindy! What's up? Haven't seen you in a while and Zig- Woah Ziggy Berman you do be looking fine-'' Cindy's ex-best friend Alice says. 

"Oh shut up Alice, come on Ziggy lets go." I watch Cindy hit Alice's shoulder with hers as she walks away with her bags swaying from side to side. "Are you coming?" she turns around and says to me. "Yeah. See you later Alice." "See you-" 

I walk into camp and the smell of gross mess hall food hits me straight in the nose. Disgusting .

The thing about living in Shadyside is the curse. It sucks. Nothing good happens to anyone. No lovers, no fun days, no getting high at night and pretending the water is cartoons. Nothing. Its all blank. And the people here suck too. 

"Ziggy! Wait, okay, okay who did you say Cindy was dating again? Toe-Tay-" 

"Tommy?"

"Yeah! Where is he?" "I don't know find Cindy first. 

"Okay thank Zigs!"