sat in the backseat of my car with my arms crossed, i gazed out of the window was a frown on my face; i mean— how could my parents do this to me? send me to a camp for homosexuals, all because i had a few pictures of women? unbelievable. i would’ve been on the bus to the cheer competition by now. soon, we stopped infront of the pink house i was staying at for two whole months. i hesitantly stepped out of the car as we made a stop, walking up to the lady who was ready to greet me.