a sister who's actions are untamed,
and a brother who's feelings are untamed.
With complete different personalities, yet an awesome bond, the siblings join a summer camp. She plans to fix her problems, he plans to make friends.
But while she's able...
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Never in my life am I going to a camp for misbehaved kids.
Yet here I am, in the car, staring out of the window as I listen to music. Lyndon would definitely guess I'm listening to something super loud again. I'm not.
I like some good female artists. Just for some reason, I have no idea why, I never listen to them in public and neither does anyone know I like it.
But well, there's so much no one knows about me, not even my brother.
I've packed a lot for this camp. Besides the casual things, I got some extra tampons, opened the packages only to put a tube of alcohol in them, and then sealed the packages closed again.
With summer camp, I understand partying, sitting at bonfires, sleeping in, and basically everything that it's probably not.
But perhaps I meet some nice people and they're ready to sneak out and have some real fun before my life will be ruined by Him. He can't reach me now, though. I'm at a place he doesn't know and no phones are allowed.
As long as he doesn't figure my address out and finds Dad and Amina.
Definitely don't want that to happen, for multiple reasons.
Then Lyndon nudges me in the side. I shake out of my thoughts, groan, and raise my eyebrows at him.
He motions for me to remove my headphones, which I do with a sigh. "What?"
"Dad's asking if you packed everything."
I hum.
"Everything?" Dad urges. "Toiletries, clothes, maybe a book?"
I nod. "Condoms, drugs, alcohol, weed... yep."
I only brought alcohol, don't worry.
I could use some— never even mind.
"Do we really have to stay for fifteen weeks?" I ask before they can speak about my joke. "It's summer camp. Summer vacation isn't even fifteen weeks long."
"Most kids stay as long as their vacation. But you don't have a job and neither do you have school, so I don't see a problem in leaving you there for fifteen weeks," Dad says. He holds out his hand without looking so Lyndon can place peppermint on it. Casual Dad thing to do.
I turn to Lyndon. He's got his blonde hair messy as always. Bead necklace around his neck, white shirt, blue eyes, thicker eyebrows.
