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4. Dallas

"You'll be attending a summer camp, Dallas." the man told me, not bothering to even look at me as he spoke.

The woman beside him just nodded along to what he was saying. The other man beside me awkwardly glanced around the room, probably feeling out of place.

I shrugged, unbothered.

Clearly, this wasn't the reaction they had wanted from me. So he tried again.

"I said-"

"I know what you said," I cut him off.

The man across from me squinted his eyes in annoyance. He looked as though he were resisting the urge to hit me.

I wished he would, to prove to himself, and everyone else in the room that he didn't have as much self control as they all assumed.

I stared at him expectantly.

He said no more.

I left. So did both men and the woman.

-

They followed me all the way home.

I was guessing that they thought I couldn't tell, but they weren't too good at trailing cars without seeming obvious. I let them believe they had me fooled as I parked in my drive way and pulled my key out, letting myself into my house.

Not exactly my house, but close enough to that. Legally, I suppose, it is my home.

When I walked in, I noticed it was empty. This was the case most of the time, but I was sure that at least someone would be home due to the news that they received today about me attending a boarding school soon. Within a week, to be exact. But no, the house remained void of anyone. I didn't mind. It was just how I liked it.

I didn't have to check outside to know that the two men and the women had already turned back to where they came from after they made sure I went in the house. They did not do this out of a kind gesture. They did it because they didn't trust me. They never had. I guess I can't really blame them, I mean, you had to have done something pretty bad to be sent to a behavior camp for the whole summer.

I did.

As I passed the dining room table heading to my room, I noticed papers on it. Usually, this wouldn't phase me. The table was always filled with papers scattered everywhere. It was more of an office desk than a place to sit and eat at. I couldn't remember the last time I had ever had a meal there. To be honest, I couldn't recall if I ever had to begin with.

The reason the papers caught my eye was because my name was printed at the top. It contained details about the camp. So they definitely know about it. Why aren't they here to confront me?

I decided not to care about it. Instead of going straight to my room like I normally would, I lay on the couch. The house was empty, so it didn't care to lock myself away in my room. Sleep came easily to me.

-

Days later, they still had not shown up. I didn't particularly miss them, but when you share a house with someone, it's odd to find them not there after being used to their loud nature.

In these days that they didn't arrive, I didn't even bother to go to school. Teachers were used to me not showing up anyway. What's another few days gone? School was nearly over anyway. I spent the days packing the things I wanted to take with me to the camp; which wasn't very much.

There was not a single thing of value that I owned. There wasn't anything (or anyone for that matter) that was special or close to me. There just never had been. You can't lose something special if you don't have anything to begin with.