So, like, you won’t believe this shit. Seriously. My mom found a joint in my bag. It wasn’t even mine. Sufjan asked me to hold it for him. Anyway, she had a total meltdown. Said I was “on drugs” and a bunch of other retarded bullshit. We got into it, and I went to my room.
Yesterday morning I got woken up by these two dudes in khaki who shoved me in a van and drove me to this godforsaken wasteland. They wouldn’t tell me anything.
So I am stranded here for the duration. Outward Bound.
Fuck my life. Seriously.
Life is the best teacher. Hopefully this guy will learn to hang with a better crowd
Nicely captured emotions of a teenager.
The voice is great
Having two boys, these “conversations” I’ve had with them…
I trust that they took Sufjan along for the ride too. ?
Thereby hangs a tale and a turning point in life. You captured this well.
Yours,
Doug
You were in possession. Live with it.
When I was in junior high, I had a friend that had to do outward bound. I think we had this exact conversation at the time (minus the Sufjan part). No kidding.
You captured the bratty teenager voice perfectly. Great writing!
I know this kid.
Your title made me laugh. You captured the out put entitled youth in your story perfectly and I laughed some more.
Loved how this was very appropriate as the thought process of a young person. Good job!
Sounds like a lesson about to be well-learned.
I really loved this piece and related to both sides of the story…the parent and the kid. I could easy cast my brother into this story.
I wonder if anyone wrote a happy story about that tent. Mine involved a different type of horror: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2016/12/03/the-virgin-campers-friday-fictioneers/?wref=tp
xx Rowena