If you were expecting some ultimate guide by some son of Zeus who killed 30 enemies, sorry to disappoint, but this isn't even a dude. This is a girl who's trying to increase her writing skills. My name is Cecelia Capello, and I'm the daughter of— well, telling you would be no fun. I'll start with my past.
My mom works at casinos. So, before I went to camp, I lived in a casino in Vegas. Yeah, what a nice safe home, with drunken people, cussing teens, and gambling everywhere. I guess it rubbed onto me. Well, I wasn't one to just sit around playing Call of Duty all day. I helped my mom out. I served drinks. Not a very normal childhood, but the casino was my home. I learned math, science, history, basic vocabulary, (Like Damn, Fuck, and Shit,) learned balance, and some other things that they don't really teach you in school.
One day, my mom got a job offer in Manhattan. Needless to say, she took it. So we boarded a plane to New York. Actually, two. I don't mind planes. Other than the food, it was pretty much alright. I hear people sometimeshave some kid behind their seat kicking, some old fart snoring, or long waits for the bathroom. I don't encounter that.
Once we got there, my mom sent me off to camp.
"Cecelia, You're going to a camp."
"But mama—"
"No buts." She told me, looking a bit worried. "Its for your own good."
"But Jean said—"
"I don't care what Jean said."
"Mama—"
"We're going," My mother said, "And that's final." I didn't argue. Last time she said that, there was no way out. So I sighed and got in my mom's new car.