7 Days {edited}

Prologue

It was a slow day at Chick-Fil-A, where I worked, and I was humming as I cleaned off tables. The amount of trash and salt people leave on those tables is insane.

As I walked back behind the counter, my friend Emily approached me. "Hey, Rain!" she greeted with a smile.

Emily and I weren't super close, but she was a nice enough girl and I liked her the best out of all my co-workers. You'd think people at Chick-Fil-A would be a little nicer, but some of the employees here don't really live out the whole "my pleasure" part of the job.

"What's up, Em?" I asked.

"Just doin' my job. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

My heart dropped into my stomach. I don't know why those words were always so intimidating, but the thought of someone 'needing to talk to me' freaked me out.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, you see, my church does this youth camp in the summer and I was wondering if you'd like to go."

"Um...I don't know. Is it all summer long?" If so, that wouldn't be happening. I'd never really been into the whole church thing. People there were hypocrites who claimed they didn't judge anyone. Last time I tried going to a church, everyone shunned me because of my moms.

That's right. Moms. My mother...well, she used to be married to my dad, but they divorced when I was thirteen because she was having an affair with a woman. You can imagine the way people thought of me after that. "I bet you'll turn out like her!" they taunted. God, it was so annoying.

I hated my mom for what she did. I thought she loved my dad. Sure, they had their issues. Sometimes it involved screaming and throwing things at each other. But it just got too ugly, and they signed the divorce papers a week into my 8th grade year.

After Dad, my mom continued seeing the woman she'd been cheating with. Her name was Lauren. I hated her before I even met her.

Now that she was my...other mom?...I didn't mind her as much. But let me tell you, when they got engaged, I wanted to kill her. Literally.

Anyway, point is, I hate church. Ever since my mom became a lesbian and got married to Lauren, I've been shamed and shunned by Christians everywhere. I never want to be like them.

"It's only a week long," Emily said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Oh."

"It costs $150, so they can supply food and dorms and whatnot. Let me know if you want to come!" She smiled again before going to handle a customer.

Summer would begin in just under a month. So I had approximately 25 days to decide if I wanted to attend church camp with Emily.