The Broken Condoms

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Vic's point of view

We pulled up to the site and I saw a bunch of other kids leaving their parents with their bags and joining a line. I swallowed my fear and turned to my mom. She sent me a nervous smile. "I love you, Vic. I know you'll do well, and don't you worry about your father and I. We'll do just fine." She said, knowing I was worrying about their money.

I nodded and leaned forward to hug her. Her arms wrapped tight around me, almost molding me to her. I heard her sigh. "You're growing up so fast. " she said. "It was just yesterday that you were horribly playing guitar in your room and now you're going off to camp to get a scholarship." She parted from me, putting both her hands on my shoulders and looking me in my mocha colored eyes. "I know you're going to do great, and even if you don't get that scholarship, we will be proud of you. And we'll start putting away five dollars a week for college. You may not go to college straight after school, but you'll get there somehow Vic, I promise."

I smiled wide and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "I've got to go, mom. Tell dad I love him. Bye." I said opening the door and stepping out. I shut it behind me before getting into the backseat to get my bags. As I was about to shut the door my mom spoke again.

"Vic?"

"Yeah(" I said, looking up at her. She turned at looked back at me.

"Don't do any drugs, okay. We can't afford that." A smile snuck onto my face and I started laughing as I exited the car. "I'm serious!" She yelled after me. I just shut the door and walked to the quick moving line.

I stood in line for a about 15 minutes before I reached the desk sitting there. "Name." A woman says abruptly from the seat behind the desk, sweat dripping down her forehead from the California heat. Her job sucks

"Victor Fuentes." I say. A couple seconds pass before she hands me a sheet of paper with the schedule (which I already had) and what cabin I'm in and a small map of how to get there. And I'm off. I do my best to follow the map, but I'm not the best at directions.

I had to eventually ask someone to help me, which was embarrassing. But, once I got there and felt the air conditioning on my tan colored skin, I wanted to cry. I looked around and noticed I was the first of my cabin mates to get here, which translates to: I get first pick at bunks. So I picked the top bunk by a window. There were three bunk beds total and I particularly enjoyed top bunks, and Windows, therefore, this works perfectly.

I looked at the schedule for Friday, June 30th and saw that at 1 we had to gather in the dining cabin. I look at the map and quickly assessed how to get there before checking the time. It was only 12:03 so I was good to lay down. Before I touched my bed , I noticed a little closet and decided to check it out.

I climbed down the ladder and walked over to it. When I opened the door, I was shown a room. It was quite large and filled with instruments. I reached over to a general acoustic guitar and shut the closet behind me, sliding down its door to sit crossed legged on the floor. I began to play a light hearted fingerpicking tune, engrossed in the sound of the strings.

When I stopped, I heard someone clap for a moment. My eyes snapped up and I was met with a girl who had short black hair and wore black skinny jeans with a yellow shirt and some yellow Dr. Martens. She was darker than me, of Hispanic decent and was equipped with dark brown eyes.

"You're good, finger picking isn't a skill that come so easy to everyone as it does to you." She says, walking over to a bottom bunk and sitting down facing me. "I'm Jacqueline Garcia, and you?"