I really, really hate being at home. I avoid it whenever possible! That's why I was super excited when my folks sent me to this Boy Scout camp over the last two summers. But last week that ended, and now I'm right back at home where we can't even wear shorts and have to say prayers every five seconds!
Having my family has its downfalls, but... wait, there's no but, it just has downfalls. I can't wear cool shirts and our house is full of creepy Bible statues, and my parents force me to speak pure Tagalog at home as if we'd even do that in the Philippines! (We visit relatives there all the time, and they don't.)
I wish we could be more normal, it's not even about being Filipino, it's the fact my family is crazy obsessed with being all religious and proper. I love to skateboard, and play games, and get dirty, but my mom goes so far as to tell me even thinking about that in our "home sanctuary" (cue eye roll) is a sin. Everything is a sin here!
But the worst thing about having my family is feeling like I don't have a family at all. Home is church, church is church, my room is church, school is church. So now do you understand why Boy Scout camp was possibly the most greatest thing that'll ever happen in my life EVER? Ever. Well, besides having the friends that I do.
Despite how I was raised, I kinda turned out the exact opposite of how I was raised. I was taught to be "friendly" and "easy-going" but I'm friendly and easy-going (not like the "Oh you look indubitably fashionable today, how exquisite!" Friendly and easy-going). I'm rambling, but what I mean to say is that I make friends easily!
I can't make friends at school (remember, school is church), 'cuz my parents enrolled me in some snobby private institution, so I made all my friends from around the neighborhood. Don't snitch on me, but I sneak out, like, three times a day.
I... don't talk about it much, but if I get caught— well let's just say my mom is very verbal and my dad is even more physical. That's why they don't know this big secret I've kept from everyone, and really even myself. But that's for my Boy Scout camp to know, and for everyone else to never see the light of.
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