Camp Cali

Prologue

Everything changed when I was 11. The day I lost my dad. The day I lost my happiness. My family shattered into pieces and I was left with no one to protect me from my mom. My mother, who never thought once about who would take care of me and comfort me before she started drinking her sorrow away, and immersed herself into her work. I never had any close friends so I never shared my pain with anyone, keeping it locked within, enduring.

I tried my best to please my mom, topping every class I took and winning every competition I went for. She never even acknowledged it. She acted like I didn't exist. Since she was busy getting drunk, I had to earn money for us. Meanwhile, she just 'borrowed' the alcohol from my dad's collection. 

Soon, she married a rich guy she found vacationing in our town. I found how again, but it crashed when I met him. Around this time I finished middle school. I never attended my classes, and never did my homework. Some parents like to call this the 'rebellious' phase. I failed all my tests and eventually lost any chances of ever making friends again due to my bitchy attitude. Not that I ever needed then on the first place. I went to clubs every weekend. The school started complaining to my mother who didn't care much about it. They started pestering her about it and she had had enough by the time I finished my first year of high school. She never gave a shit anyways, so she decided to send me off to camp. A camp to reform troublemakers. Camp Cali.

Hey! I just wanna mention that the idea was actually not completely mine. I was working on it with my friend, Vatsala ( cluelessasevxr )