This is the first part in my story of self-discovery. Some of my actions might seem disgusting to some readers, and I invite them to shut the hell up and keep their comments to themselves. I welcome all constructive comments. This story takes place when I was 13, on the cusp of womanhood and embracing who I truly am. I...All names have been changed.
The bus ride up to camp was nerve wracking, and I was almost in tears by the time we were let off the bus and led into the main meeting hall. It was there that I met Laura, who would become my constant companion and friend in the weeks to follow. This camp was a three week sleep away camp,...
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