“Why is that a bad thing, Zeesy? I’m allowed to change. I’m a growing person. I’m a teenager. The whole point is changing, right? We can’t stay kids forever"
Ifling an arm around Debbi; she pulls me close and rests her head on my shoulder.
Next year,” I choke out, “I refuse to come to camp. Nothing is worth the trauma of having to say goodbye to everyone.”
Debbi answers something totally unintelligible, and we all just sob harder.
I’m not handling. Four weeks did not go by already. It just did not. I refuse.
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