SCARS

It wasn’t about murderers and crimes. It was all about the depths of who we are. I once read a book about a boy Luke and a girl Raven and they were legends. It was about friendships and falling on love. And I found myself in every character. They were me and I was all of them at once. So I have decided to tell a story too. It is the 4th of June. We are listening to our English teacher, Mrs. Maynard, a short freckled forty years old lady, talking about her plans with us for the summer, but all we do is to gaze through her, not hearing a word of what she says. Teenagers nowadays and from all times have been a total mess. We people are so f****d up. There is no man alive with no story to tell, with no great emotions. "My dear kids, I want us to end up this scholar year in a memorable way by doing something that you can keep as a beautiful memory of 11h grade. It has been a hard year. But now it's summer, now it is the part of the year when you should feel completely free, completely alive, and I and some other teachers want to offer you something different. It's about a camp, where you are going to stay for two weeks. There, taking in consideration the fact you have studied psychology this year, you'll have the chance to visit a teenagers' sanatorium, where there are kids who really need support, they really need to be understood, and we thought that this is an amazing opportunity not just for them, but for you. I do think there are some of us who want to help.’’ "M'am...uhm, what's so exciting about meeting kids who lost their sanity? They are probably some p*****t murderers. I don't think I want to be around them," Theo said.