My Time At Camp Mindscape (An adopted by Sanders Sides story)

Any Beginning is a Beginning

As I wait for the bus to take me to my doom, I find myself asking, how did I get here?

          Just last week, I was prepared to spend my summer inside my room, watching BuzzFeed unsolved and eating Oreos. But given that things have since... changed, this camp will have to do.

          I'd seen their ads in the newspaper for a while now, but never really thought much of it. It was summertime, there were bound to be camps. Most of their advertisements were only for staff, so I guessed they were already full of campers. Apparently, not so.

          I had a large bag with basically all of my clothes in it. I had on my only shoes that fit, and my retired pajama pants that became my day-to-day pants sometime last week. Anyone who saw me would think I was some weird-looking homeless teen. And they wouldn't be completely wrong.

          I think that there is some special world created from the time between home to camp. Your parents have already basically kicked you out, and camp hasn't yet accepted you. Frankly, I don't know if the bus my mom said would come is coming at all. It would be a good idea to kick me out once and for all.

          Of course, as soon as I think that, a large yellow bus comes bumping around the corner, giving me war flashbacks of school. Sure glad I don't have to deal with that for a while.

          The squeaky door to the bus opened, revealing the driver with a glass of coffee in his cupholder. He was wearing a plain black leather jacket with tinted sunglasses over his eyes. He looked like he was trying so hard to be cool. 

          He tilted his glasses down and, for a moment, our eyes met. Then he put them back on and that moment was gone. "Get in. Bags in the front, kids in the back." 

I got on and prepared for the rest of my summer.

          I piled my bags on top of everyone else's. I made sure not to sit too close to anyone else, which wasn't hard, considering that there were only 10 other people on the bus. I settled across the aisle from some adult chaperone wearing a tie and glasses. He looked like this is the last place he wanted to be. Mood.

          Reverting to my school bus ways, I rested my head on the window and watched as the familiar houses turned into ones I'd never seen before. It occurred to me then that I didn't know where we were going. Then I realized I didn't really care. When had I become this apathetic?

          My dark thoughts were broken by the appearance of farm animals, and windmills in the distance. This seemed like the sort of place where a camp would be, so I figured we were closer. I stayed tuned for any sign of the camp. 

          After cresting the final hill, I saw a wooden sign with the burned words 'Camp Mindscape' on it. 

Jesus Christ I can't believe we're actually doing this.