Camp Riverbed

Chapter 6

I get up at 6 and stretch. I follow my morning routine and go to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way. I shut and lock the door, getting undressed and stepping into the shower.

I turn on the water, waiting as it heats up. I close my eyes and relax a little bit. I wash my hair with shampoo and rinse, then I put the conditioner in. I rinse my hair again, and I accidentally hit my shoulder. I wince and almost call out in pain, but I don't. 

I check to make sure I don't start bleeding, and thankfully I don't. I continue to wash my body, not using my left arm as much. I did heal properly, but I still have the wound and I don't want to risk opening it. 

I rinse off and step out, turning off the water and grabbing the towel. I dry off and the conversation from last night comes back to me. I groan and grab the blow dryer. I turn it on and blow dry my hair, while grabbing my deodorant. 

I know it's possible to do it, I have done it before. I put on the deodorant and put it down, still blow drying my hair. After I finish, I put my hair up into a ponytail. I don't like it, so I take it out and put it down. I take out my flat iron and straighten my hair, then after getting dressed, I grab my tooth brush and paste. I brush my teeth, floss, and rinse my mouth out. 

I go back to my room and take some clothing out of my closet. I put on a white tank top and my ripped black jeans. I grab a light blue jacket and put it on. I go and grab my bag, and I check the time on my phone 6:48. 

I leave my room with my bag and phone, and go into the living room. My mom is already in there, waiting. "Do you have everything?" she asks. I open my bag and start digging through it, then I get back up. "Oh, I can't find my dignity. Maybe I should just, you know, not go." I reply. 

She sighs, and then she walks me outside. We wait there for a few minutes and then the bus shows up. It is an old bus, probably was white at one time, but the sun and rain changed it to a light gray. 

It comes to a screeching stop, and I turn to look at my mom. "Is there any way, any possibility, that I will not be getting on that bus?" I ask. She firmly shakes her head and hugs me goodbye.

The driver opens the door and I step forward and onto the bus.