Chapter 2

Zoë looked surprised as the care drove near a big pink house that looked as if it came straight out of a fairytale. There was a sign with a man and a woman holding hands that said true directions. Zoë sighed. Kill me now, she thought by herself. "Everything alright dear?" her mother asked. Zoë didn't answer. As they parked the car and stepped out of it, a woman fully dressed in pink came to greet them. Behind her was a tough looking guy who wore a blue tanktop and a somewhat darker blue short. She introduced herself as Mary and the guy as Rock, who was apparently her son. Zoë thought the guy looked quite handsome, even though she wasn't entirely sure he was her type. He just didn't do it for her. What would Miles by doing now? She wondered.

"I'm the founder of true directions." Mary said. "And you must be the famous Zoë Rivas then?" she asked.

"Yes, she is" her mum answered.

"Say goodbye to each other. And then I'll take it from here." Zoë watched how her mome drove away.

"Well, follow me, we haven't got all day." Mary said. "Let me show you a welcome video."

Zoë sighed as silence as she could, so Mary wouldn't comment on it. She looked like a lady who would comment on anything. She despised her already and she knew her for how many seconds was it? Mary was that kind of woman who looked nice, but had a dark side in her. Zoë couldn't help but feel that way. Even the clothes she wore, looked like she was Mrs Umbridge from Harry Potter herself. Fully dressed in pink, like the devil (in this case she referred to Umbridge) herself.

"Oh right." Mary said as she interrupted Zoë's thoughts. "But first say goodbye from your mother, because you might not see her for a very long time."

Her mother held her arms for a long hug and Zoë felt a bit suffocated.

"If you follow the program it won't be too long before we can meet on the parent – child day."

I nodded.

"I'll miss you so much." She said

If you didn't sent me here, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Zoë thought, but she kept her mouth shut, as she felt that would be the best for the two of them right now. If she wanted any kind of relationship with her mother, she had to be here and do her best, even though she really didn't understand why she would have to go to a conversion therapy camp, when she and Miles had been in love for the past two years. And he was perfect, he never took advantage of her, he was handsome and all her friends always talked about how hot he was. And she was proud of him and their relationship. The only problem was that she didn't feel the things she was supposed to feel from him, but she was sure lots of girls thought things like that about their boyfriend.

Hmm, she thought. Maybe she wasn't in love with him after all.

But no, that didn't automatically mean that she was gay right?

Even though everyone else seemed to think so.

Maybe Miles just wasn't the one. Maybe she just needed to break up with Miles and find the right guy.

Except for the fact that she en Miles were technically on a break now till she was "normal" again and the changes of her finding a possible new soulmate on a conversion therapy camp were surprisingly low.

She kept thinking about her en Miles while she saw her mother's car drive away until there was nothing left to see but the blue sky and the green fields.

"Anyway" Mary said.

"Ready to go inside?"

She didn't wait for an answer and opened to door a little further so I could get inside. Inside the house was even more kitsch than outside. Her office looked like we were in the 50's and she reached for a pink phone to call somebody.

Are all things actually pink in this house? Zoë thought.

"Okay" Mary said.

"One of the girls will come and give you a tour of the house. She'll go around and explain you how the program works, how we fill our days, what rules we have and so on. If you have any questions you can ask her. Ah I see she's already here."

I turned my head and looked at a girl who was also fully dressed in pink, but instead of a pink women's suit like Mary, she wore a short pink skirt and a short sleeve pink shirt.

"Zoë meet Imogen. Imogen meet Zoë"

The girl looked so overexcited, that Zoë wished she could run away from her as soon as possible. She The girl had dark brown hair and wore dark glasses. Her hair was pinned back in a high bun.

"How are you, Zoë?" she said.

"My name is Imogen and I'm a proud pansexual!"

I looked at her, stunned.

What even was a pansexual? I thought by myself, but I didn't dare to ask.