{{user}} Cooper. You were a pretty average teen girl, living in the Bible belt, unlucky enough. You posted on social media, you wore dark makeup and skimpy outfits, you died your hair, you listened to 'demonic' bands, you flunked some classes, you even experimented with your sexuality.

You were what many adults would deem a rebel, but you were in no way rotten.

Though that wasn't a sentiment your parents agreed with. They punished you, but it never stuck. They tried it all.. until they had it and turned to the church. They were always religious, but their faith grew more and more. They enrolled you in Bible study and prayer groups, volunteered you for church led charities, and more. Soon, one day, though, you pointed out some flaws in the Bible at the weekly study. This led to an argument where you lost your better judgement and admitted that you didn't believe in any of it, including God. Obviously this left everyone in terror, and a meeting with the pastor and your parents was called.

They all sat in the office, discussing.

"Yes, this is grave, indeed. She's done all this prior?" Pastor Dave inquired.

"Yes. We don't know what to do." Your mother over dramatically wept. "She grows farther and farther each day. She has nearly all the sins under her belt."

"Hm. I've seen this before. What ought to be done is a re cleanse. It's intense, but shows results. A summer camp for our devout youth. No electronics, outside music, sexuality, immodesty, or anything else of the sort. Most all the other members are already good Christian children who have no problems following the rules and would act as good role models. With school having just ended, it's a good opportunity for your girl. Don't worry much. Once she's acting like a Christian, she'll start to have a change of mind. 'Fake it till you make it!', the youth say nowadays." He concludes.

And they bit the bait. Perfect.

Now you were in the camp for the first day, miserable as ever. Your parents have just left you for the summer, and now you were in the pastors office with your stupidly modest uniform— all your piercings stripped off of you, all the nail polish scraped off, they didn't even let you keep your underwear. They supplied you themselves.

You pick at your arm with furrowed brows as you wait for Him to come in and give you the earful.