The scavenger hunt

It’s been a week. A week since we arrived here and I just want to go home. I thought it would be great for once to spend two weeks in a camp but honestly, it’s absolutely not what is happening here. The activities are boring. The camp leaders are nice. I can’t say the contrary but what they plan is bad. Really bad. I am sure they think we are doing nice things that we are going to remember this summer for the rest of our lives. They are right in a way. We will remember how annoying it was and that we should not come to a camp again. Anyway, I have not even introduced myself. I am Thomas, a fifteen-year-old boy and I’m here because my dad wanted me to change for once and to spend some time with “people of my age”. He thought it would be a great opportunity for me, as I have just lost my mum. She died of cancer two months ago. I miss her every day. You cannot imagine. We were always together. She was my best friend. It is still hurting as hell to talk about her but I still do it. It is the only way for me to overcome all of this. The grief. She would not want me to cry all day. She would want to see me happy and laughing. However, it is almost impossible. Every little thing makes me think of her. Of our good and bad memories. As yes, we had bad ones but it’s very normal for a mother and her son. My dad is also in a bad state. That is probably why he wanted me to go away for a while. He does not cry in front of me even though I told him he could. It is normal for him to cry. He lost the love of his life. They have known each other since they were children. Not crying would be odd. My dad is quite reserved so it doesn’t really surprise me when I think about it. Whatever, let’s just come back to our main topic: my beautiful and not at all annoying summer. I am sure you’d believe that I am just a rich kid or that I am too angry or anything to appreciate my time here. Though neither a rich kid would enjoy it. I am not the only kid who thinks that it sucks. Basically every kid told me that it was annoying and even irksome to see that every day, another odd activity is planned. Which is kind of a relief because at some point, I was also asking myself if I was the problem. I have made some friends here. That’s if I can really call them friends because we haven’t known each other for a long time and our friendship is probably not going to last long. I am used to thinking about what being a friend means. It is kind of a philosophic question but I do not have someone with whom I have spent my whole childhood with. I wish I had one friend like this but I haven’t. Sometimes I am just seeing some people that I like but I am sure I will never see them again. It is a little bit sad to say it like this but I cannot do anything about it and honestly I am really happy alone. I can do what I want to do. I don’t have to wait for people or for something special to come up. It is maybe even better. As I don’t wait for anything, I am basically never disappointed by others. If there is something that I do not like, I am aware that I can be disappointed towards myself and only myself. Which is good because it means that in the future, I’ll be able to do something about it. I don’t know if you can see my point or if you’re still there but that’s how I feel. My mom understood. She was like me (or should I say that I am like her?). Oh, I’ve lost myself in my thoughts again! I am so bad at doing this although I am sure that practice will make it better. So, I am not going to enumerate every of my friends’ name because the whole group has fifteen people. There would be no point in doing this because first, you’ll forget the names and then second, I am confusing certain names so you understand that it wouldn’t be a good idea.