Camp Closeted

Chapter 2: Sassy and Rude

My mom entered herself into my room with a surprising smile, making me internally roll my eyes at

what she could possibly be planning now.

"Micah, I need to tell you something." She spoke quietly as she turned my lamp on.

"Ew turn it back off!" I exclaimed, hissing at the light like a vampire.

"Okay." She quickly turned it back off. "So I know you don't have any friends. I know you hate talking to

people, and I also know you won't show your face to school on Monday. I talked to your counselor

today and she understood how serious and difficult your issue is right now. She's planning to talk to

Brandon. She also said that you can do your classes online until you finally feel comfortable to go back

to school again."

I sniffed as my eyes still felt sore. "Funny because I'm never going back to that hell hole. Going to

Amphitrite has been the worse experience in my life so far."

She nodded in reply. "Look I really think It would help you a lot to talk to someone, anyone, other than

just me. I really want you to at least have 2 people to talk too."

"Everyone kinda hates me for no reason. Who would wanna be friends with me?" I spoke tiredly, my

voice sounding like an actual dying cat. "Also there's so many fake people out there, how do I know

who to trust?"

"I'm pretty sure no one hates you Micah, you probably just need to work on opening up. Also when you

meet a genuine friend you'd know it in your heart." I stayed quiet since she's actually kind of right. "So I

think it would help if I signed you up for this thing called Camp Closeted." She quickly handed me a

small pamphlet.

Once I saw the rainbow flag on the piece of paper I had already rolled my eyes all the way back to my

skull.

Even through my painfully sore eyes I still managed to widen them at her. "Mom no! You're not gonna

send me away to just some random camp!"

"Well too bad I already did. Surprise!" She laughed quietly. "Pack your bags because your leaving

tomorrow." She happily clapped as she turned the lamp back on.

I felt myself start to have a panic attack. "Just because I'll be surrounded with other gay guys doesn't

mean I'll be friends with any of them! What if all of them turn out to be sassy and rude or something."

"Have you ever seen another gay person other than the stereotypical ones you see in T.V?" She asked,

I didn't know what to say so I remained quiet. "Exactly! You're being sassy and rude yourself by Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

assuming they'd all be like that. If you end up not liking it you can leave, I'll go and pick you up. But how

bad can it possibly be Micah?"

I grabbed the box of tissues as I blew my nose out, trying to process what the hell my mom was

thinking signing an antisocial to engage in a social place. "How long is this camp gonna be?"

"3 months." She casually shrugged.

"3 months!" I exclaimed in genuine shock.

"3 months." She assured.

"Mom, I'm really not sure about that. That's actually a really long time." I fixed my posture on my bed as

I contemplated whether I should go or not.

What kind of camp goes on for 3 months?

"Micah you don't have any friends! Not to be rude, but in your age that's really depressing. How can

you be a senior in high school and be friendless. You're very handsome you might even meet

someone." She cheered. "Just go and check it out. If you don't like it I promise I'll come and get you as

soon as possible."

After a long awkward silence I finally spoke again. "I guess." I muttered, not knowing how to feel about

my incoming forced human interactions tomorrow.

"Micah I love you." Her pants gently ran through my hair as she brought my blanket higher over me. I

began to fight the urge to cry as she continued. "You've always been my super baby and no matter

what this thing isn't gonna change how kind and loving you truly are. You grew up to be only the best

parts of me because quite honestly it's very hard to get a baseball bat right now and bash that boy's

head in." What she said made me laugh out the tears that glistened on my eyes.

"I thought about it." I joked as she warmly pursed her lips at me.

"I'm here for you." She nodded, proceeding to stand back up. "I love you! Stop crying over some

football douchebag and pack up your bags hunty! You have a fabulous camp to go to!" She clapped her

hands like a lunatic as I threw her an exhausted smile, my mind running through the many awkward

interactions I will probably have to endure tomorrow.