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Secrets of Silver Lake
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I was doing well.
I’d taken the SATs and scored a 1600, straight-A student, my whole life ahead of me.
Now, here I was, a C- student, my parents and teachers constantly on my back.
I was tired of it.
I was tired of all of it.
I was tired of the looks of pity and the constant need to be asked if I was okay when everyone knew I wasn’t.
I wasn’t okay.
I’d given up on trying to be.
The only person who knew how I felt was Becky.
She didn’t need to ask me how I felt—she just knew.
She was really the only thing in my life that made me okay.
Without her, I would have lost it.
I held on by a thread, and she was that thread for me.
I know she didn’t realize how important she was to me, but she was.
And even though things were bad, and they were getting worse, at least I had Becky.
Once upon a time, I’d had other friends, but they’d all gone away when everything happened.
The only person who stayed was Becky.
I didn’t know what I would do without her.
It had been so bad lately.
To say that we didn’t get along with our parents would have been an understatement.
It was like we were two different people than they were.
When they’d gotten angry at us for being so different, we just rebelled even more.
I guess that made us both typical teenagers.
But there was always something more with me.
My parents just didn’t understand that, or maybe they did and they thought if they ignored it, it would go away.
They’d asked me if I needed to talk to someone about it…but who could help me?
The only person who could would be able to help me would be Becky, but she couldn’t even help herself.
So we just went on pretending that all would be well when we knew it wouldn’t be.
That’s when everything came crashing down one night after a fight with my parents that got out of control.
I couldn’t take it anymore and ran away in the middle of the night.
I ran so far that I had no idea where I was or where I was going.
But then came the realization that there was nowhere for me to go.
And as I walked around in circles not knowing what to do, not knowing how to face school the next day or my parents or myself, something happened that would change my life forever…
“Now what are you going to do?”
I said out loud as I sat down on a park bench and put my head in my hands.
And just like that, like a miracle from above, appeared a flyer on the bench beside me that said: “Wilderness Survival Camp For Troubled Youth.”
It was like God had sent me a sign or something—something to show me what I needed to do next.