The sun set behind the shrinking mountains, painting the cloudy sky with warm colors. I sat in the passenger seat of a black prius on our way to Denver. A man with an orange shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers sat to the left of me with an orange hat laying on his bright red curly hair and his bright green eyes focused on the road. I looked at the review mirror and saw a person sporting an undercut with purple hair on top and their natural black hair underneath, a silver streak ran through the purple part of their hair. Two golden eyes seemed to peer through my soul, and their pale arms were covered in little sharpie doodles.

"Kasen" started the man driving, he usually called me K, and hardly ever used my full first name unless it was serious. "You are going to run out of boarding schools and summer camps you're allowed to go to if you keep this up."

"I know this Nezea, I-"

"Then why don't you stop?"

"Do you know how hard it is to not get teased for a person like me, I have anger issues, ADHD, dyslexia, and I'm an Orp-"

"That shouldn't matter, you need to be the bigger person Kasen."

"But-"

"No, if you keep this up I might have to send you to a different country like Canada."

I couldn't tell if Nezea was joking or not but he seemed really serious.

"I- I know."

I sighed as I looked at my hands. I bit my lip like I usually did when I was nervous, the air between Nez and I got really awkward before he finally laughed.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY NEZ?" I shouted, it makes me uncomfortable when people start laughing randomly, my brain always makes me think that they were laughing at me even though Nez would never actually laugh at me, he's not that type of person.

"The look on that women's face when I picked you up was priceless."

"Wait. Aren't you supposed to be mad at me? For you know, beating up that kid?"

He laughed a little more, "I am, but it was just too funny, I bet she didn't expect that a scrawny kid like you was able to beat up that quarterback."

I laughed a little, "Well never underestimate the kids who stay up all night listening to heavy metal."

We both laughed so hard that Nez had to pull over so he didn't crash the car.

"K," he finally said after he caught his breath, "I don't think the heavy metal has anything to do with it, but you look like you just played a little too ruff with a puppy, that guy seemed to be attacked by a herd of wild goats."

"Wild goats," I laughed some more, "That's under exaggerating, he looked more like he was attacked by a wild pack of small dogs."

"Aren't quarterbacks supposed to be tough, because be seemed absolutely terrified of you K."

"He probably was."

We both made really cruel comments about the quarterback that I beat the living crap out of because he made some cruel comments about my eyes and my entire existence. This caused the summer camp lady, Mrs. Jackson to call Nez and ask him to pick me up. I managed to stay at this camp for a whole week.

After we managed to stop teasing that poor quarterback we started driving North to Denver again. I had my music CDs in my black hiking bag, which is where I kept everything I owned, because I never managed to stay at one place for more than two months. My record had been 1 month and 29 days. My music consisted of Black Viel Brides, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Skrillex and some other bands. Nez and I mostly listened to "Save Rock and Roll" on long road trips like this. We played multiple games and stuff, because it was hard for me to stay still and quiet for more than 10 minutes due to my ADHD.

After about an hour and a half into our drive the sun set behind the mountain and all we could see was what the headlights showed us. The moon was half way through waxing, and would soon be full in a couple of weeks. Nez and I had been sitting in silence for about 15 minutes.

"Hey K, if this next camp doesn't work for you, there is one in Long Island that might be perfect for you, they're others there, that are like you, and you might have a better chance, of well," he paused for a moment probably waiting for me to get angry or start asking questions, but realized that I wasn't going to, "fitting in."

"So is it like a camp for kids who can't stay at a camp or school for a whole year?"

"Not exactly, I'll tell you more about it if we do end up having to go there, okay?" He sounded sincere, like this camp might be able to help me with all my disabilities.

"Can we try it now?"

"No, I still need to talk to that camps director, Chiron."

"I've heard that name before" I wasn't lying, I swore I've heard this name before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember were I've heard it.

"He's kinda famous among some people."

"Oh, what type of people?"

"It's getting late," He reached over to the radio and put on some pipe music, "you should go to sleep."

I didn't feel tired at all, but as soon as that music started, my eyes grew heavy and I passed out.