The Cherry Tree

Chapter 1: Betrayal

(The picture is Gwen)
Gwen

I stare out the window as my butt starts to go numb. I have been in this car for two and a half hours. I haven't spoken a word to my mother. I feel betrayed. I thought she respected the fact that I wasn't Catholic. I guess this eternal car ride to a Christian camp out in the middle of nowhere proves me wrong. I think this is her last ditch effort to try to force me into her religion. Joy. When I get home, I'm going to the mall and buying an outfit that will make her poor, Catholic eyes burn. Probably something skin tight and cropped.

Oh thank god, we're five minutes away. I need to get out of this awful car and away from my mother. Getting away from her for two weeks almost makes up for the fact that this is going to be my literal hell.

The car stops at the main entrance and I get out, but not before my mom says
"Hopefully this will make you change your mind."

I look at her with the biggest sarcastic smile I can muster, bat my eyes, and said "Eat shit" before stalking off.

What the hell did she think was going to happen? Did she think I'd be like "Wow, being in the forest for fourteen days, surrounded by strangers, makes me change my whole outlook on life". No. Why is this even a good idea? Being surrounded be strangers in a forest is exactly how people get snatched. I don't care how Jesus loving you are, I don't trust this. Mom, Jesus camp is exactly what it's going to take to make me hate you. Thank you for finally tipping the scales to the point where I'm actually able to say that.

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