𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘 ━━ l. valdez

𝐈 ; i was supposed to be sent away (but they forgot to come and get me)

title from 'fortnight' by taylor swift (feat. post malone)

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊, 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 want to time travel to the twenty-first century.

my name is camille carras. i am fourteen years old. and i am very, very confused.

taking an underground tunnel from the east to west coast wasn't my idea. i was just trying to get home from school.

you may want to know, how i survived from 1918 all the way to 2009. well, i can't answer that question because i honestly have no idea.

i didn't even know what a wilderness school was until i was thrown into one by the court.

turns out, stealing food from a heavily surveillanced grocery store was not a wise choice because it landed me in police custody. it wasn't my fault i was starving. being practically homeless for a month left me famished, and twenty-first century food was expensive!

i sat in the back seat of a court issued car. i mindlessly traced rain drops from the top of the window to the bottom. it relaxed me.

the rain was gentle and the sky was a gloomy grey. it was late afternoon, but dark, so the car lights were on. it smelled like wet mulch. but the car seat was comfortable and cushy. my whole body still ached from nerves though. my mouth tasted poisonously acidic, like i had drank lemon juice.

my case worker told me that i was being sent to a wilderness school for troubled kids in nevada. i didn't know how i turned up on the west side of america; washington to be specific. last i checked, i was in pennsylvania.

it was like i had dropped in on a story in the middle of a complicated, multilayered plot. i felt an odd detachment to my current life. nobody explained to me anything. nobody even knew who i was.

the court called me a mystery, said i must've been kidnapped young, had my identity changed. i knew that wasn't true.

so, with no idea what to do with an identity-less teenager, the court decided on sending me to wilderness school. they tried to tell me that it was for the best, a good decision, that i'll be grateful later on. i didn't believe them. i hated them all for sending me away.

when the big black car rolled up in the parking lot of the wilderness school, my heart raced.

the building was large, modern looking, like a lot of the buildings i saw now a days. the building was large; bricks of grey and green. it just looked like modern high school. on the front of the school, in big white animated letters, it read; wilderness school.

"we're here," the child protective service agent said, mrs. arable. "you can get your stuff and we'll head in."

i didn't have stuff, only a pocket knife i had hidden in my jacket pocket. i found it underground. my clothes were weird. when i was taken by child protective services in a tattered dress and matted hair, they bathed me and gave me clothes. so i ultimately ended up in a black pair of jeans, a black long-sleeved t-shirt, and a silver parka. i wasn't used to wearing pants. they were uncomfortable on my legs.

i opened the car door. my winter boots stepped into a puddle and sent water splashing onto my jeans. i slammed the door shut.

"okay," mrs. arable said, trying to muster a sympathetic tone, but i could tell her heart wasn't really in it. "i'll get you situated, then you're on your own."

i didn't really care. i preferred to be on my own. police and the child protective services were clueless.

they told me that i was like a toddler, being introduced to the world for the first time. they tested my iq to see if i was stupid, but my tests came back average besides the reading portion which was an obvious fail. they claimed i was a freak of nature. it was so stupid.