Post by creed roberts on May 10, 2014 21:48:37 GMT
May 10
#001 summer camp...[wip]
He'd thought that living with his family was as bad as it could get. The ridicule and torment he got from hearing them taunt him. The verbal abuse that never seemed to stop and if it got bad enough the abuse that escalated onto physical. It had gotten physical this morning. Rubbing his cheek lightly and hoping that it wouldn't bruise he leaned his head against the bus window and watched as the vehicle transported mostly silent boys out into the wilderness. He wasn't the only one on the bus, though with his attempt at fighting his step father this morning he'd already been branded a trouble maker and was sitting on his own. He knew that he should known better than to try and struggle. He was small and pathetic while his opponent had been strong and had the upper hand.
He was used to being the underdog though. The assistants that watched over them on the bus now had been anxiously waiting to step in to help his father load him up onto the bus, restraints in hand for if he tried to fight on the bus. They'd seen that first hand when someone else had gotten the bright idea to try and get handsy with his seatmate. His hands were strapped to his seat and a belt across his chest kept him from moving. This was what life was going to be like at this camp. Restricted. Not that it was too different from how he normally lived. Hiding out in his room and leaving only for school. Then when he got to school hiding in the library between whatever classes he had to avoid people that thought the way he dressed and the fact that he was quiet meant that he was an open target.
Suddenly the bus stopped, jarring him out of his thoughts and causing him to look around some. His eyes focused on what would apparently be their campsite. It was a mess. Well, except for what appeared to be a meeting hall. It looked like it was in pristine condition and he couldn't wonder what it was actually for. Figuring that this was a religious camp it wasn't hard to work out that it was probably the church. "Move it kid." He jumped as he felt someone touch his shoulder and he realized that he was the last one off the bus. Even the kid that had been restrained had been released and was now under close observation by two of the counselors.
Standing up he trudged himself off the bus, the counselor following behind him closely as he nervously shifted his bag around. He hadn't had time to pack much but then again he'd been told that they would be given everything they needed. When he stepped off the bus he expected the smell of fresh air, the smell you usually got whenever you went outside of town. Instead it felt stale and somewhat unnatural. Then again that could have just been from the uneasy feeling he got.
He was used to being the underdog though. The assistants that watched over them on the bus now had been anxiously waiting to step in to help his father load him up onto the bus, restraints in hand for if he tried to fight on the bus. They'd seen that first hand when someone else had gotten the bright idea to try and get handsy with his seatmate. His hands were strapped to his seat and a belt across his chest kept him from moving. This was what life was going to be like at this camp. Restricted. Not that it was too different from how he normally lived. Hiding out in his room and leaving only for school. Then when he got to school hiding in the library between whatever classes he had to avoid people that thought the way he dressed and the fact that he was quiet meant that he was an open target.
Suddenly the bus stopped, jarring him out of his thoughts and causing him to look around some. His eyes focused on what would apparently be their campsite. It was a mess. Well, except for what appeared to be a meeting hall. It looked like it was in pristine condition and he couldn't wonder what it was actually for. Figuring that this was a religious camp it wasn't hard to work out that it was probably the church. "Move it kid." He jumped as he felt someone touch his shoulder and he realized that he was the last one off the bus. Even the kid that had been restrained had been released and was now under close observation by two of the counselors.
Standing up he trudged himself off the bus, the counselor following behind him closely as he nervously shifted his bag around. He hadn't had time to pack much but then again he'd been told that they would be given everything they needed. When he stepped off the bus he expected the smell of fresh air, the smell you usually got whenever you went outside of town. Instead it felt stale and somewhat unnatural. Then again that could have just been from the uneasy feeling he got.
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