L' appel du vide

Chapter 1

I heard the motor of my dads old truck rattle. The air was warm, with a fresh breeze even. When I looked out of the window, I was welcomed with a view of dry bushes and green leaves flowing in the air. As I held my hand out of the car window I felt the wind grazing my hand gently. As a cloud moved ever so slightly, the sun came out and blinded me with its golden light. I sat back down on my cracked leather car seat. The realisation struck me. I was going to spend the whole summer in a boring summercamp. That's were my dad was driving me right now. Loudly sighing ,to signal how bad my mood was to my father in hopes that he would turn around, I ran my fingers through my hair. It was curly and thick just like my mothers. People often told me I looked like her. I was even named after her. Alexander is my name, and hers is Alexandra.
It wasn't her idea to send me to this camp, it was my dads. I guess he just wanted to get rid of me for the summer. He never really liked me that much. Not to ,like, the point of abuse of any form or anything like that. But he was always really distant towards me. Guess I would feel like that too if my son was such a mamas boy.
I glanced up from my iPod to look at the slightly cracked mirror that was hanging above the windshield. I saw my fathers eyes strictly focused on the road. He hadn't said anything the whole ride. Seeing that he wasn't really trying to communicate or bond with me right now,I looked backdown to my iPod that was at least five years old. Wanting to escape the crippling silence that was consistently becoming more and more awkward the longer the car ride went on, I pulled out some cable headphones. I plugged them in and plopped both of them in my ears. I really only had a few options to choose from, as for songs.
My mom gave me the iPod shortly before I left, so I didn't really have a chance to download some songs. But luckily she already had some songs on there. The options were:
~Micheal Jackson - Billie Jean
~ a-ha - take on me
~Kiss - I was made for Lovin You
~ George Micheal - Careless Whisper
~ Fugees - Killing Me Softly With His Song

There were not a lot of options but at least they were all good classics. So, I put on –take on me– , leaned back and closed my eyes. I imagined what my life would look like for the next month. Woods,nature and weird scout uniforms came to mind. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate nature. But the thought alone somehow made me shiver. But I brushed all of it off as just nervousness and tried to relax.
Still, there was a sense of uneasiness.