We headed back to our cabins. All my friends waved to me as they walked into cabin one together.
I couldn't help but feel left out, distant and unimportant.
I entered my cabin, the room bustling with roughty teen boys.
It was near 9pm, the curfew was 10pm. So everyone was expected to get into pajamas and ready for bed- but as teenagers do, nobody seemed to obey.
The only person I knew was Travis. He was sitting on the edge of his bed chatting with some other people.
He knew them, I guess.
His knee was bandaged, I could see that it was less irritated and rinsed off. It seems he took my advice after all.
I reached into my backpack that I kept at the foot of my bunk and pulled out a different shirt. It was oversized, plain, and cotton. I pulled off the shirt I had been wearing prior and quickly slip the new one on.
I hated showing my body- not because I was self conscious, but because people knew I was gay. They've always assumed I was coming onto them or that I was being creepy. So I've learned to keep to myself and take no chances.
It wasn't that weird. Other boys were getting into their pajamas, so I should've been able to without an issue.
But its been made clear to me that im different. Im not ashamed of that, it just meant that I have to do stuff differently.
Under the covers I slipped off my jeans and put on sweats.
I looked down at everyone else. Nearly everyone was changed- but Travis.
He was wearing his stupid shorts and long sleeve shirt.
"Lights out, goodnight campers!" The counselor said before locking us in.
Every night was a struggle for me. Ive been having really bad dreams for about a year now.
I grab my water bottle and take my medication before laying my head to rest.
Something didn't feel right.