Calum's POV
"You know, you're lucky your grandparents have all this fucking money. Worthless shit." My dad spat at me with vodka on his breath.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because they can pay for you to get out my house until you're 18th birthday" he said as he pushed me.
"Well I'm glad to be out of your hair dad. I love you too." I muttered under my breath as I walked to my room.
"Why did you just say?" He yelled from the dining room.
"I said I love you." I yelled back at him.
"Okay, boy." He yelled.
My name is Calum Hood. I am 17 years old and my dad is an alcoholic.
(Please not. This is fictional. I changed numerous facts. Thank you)
I turn 18 in 2 months which is on September 1st.
When I walked into my room I saw a pamphlet laying on my bed.
It was titled "Camp Kool"
Oh my god.
This was the summer camp I went to when I was 12. I hated this place.
I looked at te date I was supposed to be there. Great. I have to be there tomorrow? It's near chico? I have 4 hours to drive there. I live in San Francisco and traffic blows here. At least my rich grandma bought me Hummer for my 17th birthday.
Like most kids, I have a somewhat decent life. Minus the fact that my father is a drunk and my mother died when I was 15 so my worthless sperm donor had to come and drink me away. Like he does with all of his other problems.
Well. I might as well start packing shit.
No one really knows this, but I love black veil brides. I have so much band merch and every album. It's gonna suck because I planned on going to warped tour this year. And now I can't.
Anyways. I grab every single black article of clothing I can find and maybe a pair of basket ball shorts and sweats. And a white t-shirt. I might need my beanie. Oh and of course a bandana. And my notebook and some boxers and my iPod. I checked the clocked.
10:47 pm.
God I love sleeping. I decided to just stop packing for now and go to sleep.
SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER ITS BEEN SO LONG IMSO SORRY EVERYONE DONT HATE ME
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