Camp Suicide (a.i.)

1

Finally, the horrible day came.

Michelle had to come in and wake me up, because I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep, and my father had to finish packing and make sure they had everything.

It was nice of Michelle to do that, I guess. I think that my father didn't want to deal with me this morning.

I eventually got up, and got dressed and everything. Judging by how my hair looked this morning, today was going to be an okay day.

People are always complimenting me on my hair, and that's super nice and all. I'm just really self conscious about it.

I put on a t-shirt for some sport thing (I used to be super sporty. I'd like to think that all of the boys appreciated me in my volleyball shorts, but that was sadly not the case. Well, we can't all be Nicki Minaj) I did a while ago and shorts. The scars on my thighs just couldn't be helped, but I grabbed some random bracelets from my dresser and they hid almost all of the ones on my wrists.

I went downstairs, and Michelle was drinking a cup of coffee with John. Well, John wasn't drinking coffee, obviously. He was eating Cheerios, and his eyes lit up when he saw me.

"You're awake!" he shouted happily, half munched Cheerios showing in his mouth. I tried to smile at him.

Michelle got up from the table, and fixed me a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage. I can't stand scrambled eggs.

I made an attempt to eat everything, just to make Michelle happy. Also, I wanted to set a good example for John.

"Are you all packed and ready to go?" Michelle asked me. I nodded, looking down at my sad eggs. Have I ever talked about how much I hate Michelle?

It's not like she's a horrible person or anything. She's actually really nice, and polite and stuff. I just don't like how she acts around my father.

She's very clingy, and I can't even go out with them in public anymore because she's either kissing his cheek or his lips. I don't even know how to explain it. She's just CLINGY.

When my mom died, it was hard on my father and I. We were both there for each other, but I overhead Michelle saying to him, "Darling, I'm sorry, but you just need to get over it."

Okay, so maybe she isn't that great of a person. I also kind of hated her because she got to go to Florida with my father and John, and I didn't.

"Can I come in the car with you and Trid, Mommy?" John asked Michelle. Trid is his nickname for me.

"Well, Johnny Cake, the place that we're taking Astrid is pretty far away," Michelle said. I inwardly cringed at 'Johnny Cake'. That book and movie was just awful, and I thought that since I had already read The Outsiders, I would be done with it.

"I don't care!" John said, smiling at me. "I really want to go!"

"Well, if it's okay with Astrid."

I shrugged. "Sure, John," I said. "Maybe if you're a good boy, you'll get ice cream."

John thought that was a spectacular idea. Michelle, not so much.

An hour later, my father and I were loading all of my stuff into the car. We were only allowed to bring Rubbermaid bins, but I didn't tell my father or Michelle about that, so I was bringing not only bins, but a suitcase. It just felt weird to put my clothes into bins.

"I'll miss you," my father said as we hugged goodbye. "Make sure you write to us, or email!"

I snorted. "Who even uses email anymore?" I asked. He chuckled. "No, Astrid, I'm serious. 3 weeks is a long time. I just want to make sure you're okay."