Can I throw a punch? Yes, I suppose so. Although I don't know why I would need to, for the battle I'm fighting is not one that can be won by the fist. It is one that can only be won by the heart.
As I stare out the window of my car, watching the hills roll on by, I start to wonder about what is coming in the following months. My parents signed me up for a summer camp this year.
I have absolutely no idea how this summer is going to turn out. I've never been away from home for this long. The summer camp I'm going to lasts all summer long.
My parents didn't even ask me if I wanted to go. They only told me about it a week ago. I didn't want to go. My friends and I had a whole summer planned out.
Now I'm going to a place where I have no one. None of my friends are going with me to this place. The hills that I'm passing by are calling something to mind, but I don't know what.
It's almost like deja vu, except for the fact that it isn't.
I don't know when it happened, but I must have fallen asleep because now, waking up to the gentle roll of the car and the faint sound of its engine,
I'm surrounded by completely different scenery. The hills are gone and are replaced with the crowded trees covering the landscape.
In the distance ahead, I see what is going to determine my entire summer leading up to eight grade, the welcome sign for Camp Jadenfire.
"Tara," Mom says as she looks over at me from the driver's seat, "are you excited for camp?" The truth is, even though I play it off as not wanting to go to Jadenfire, I'm just a bit scared.
Well, it's not exactly that either. Maybe I'm just apprehensive. Unknown things can feel like that sometimes.
"Yeah, I guess I am," I say unconvincingly.
I know that she doesn't want me to do anything that I don't want to, and I guess a part of me is hoping that she will turn the car around and drive me back home.
I know she won't do that though. She thinks that going to this camp is good for me. It's a leadership camp and they are supposed to encourage us to solve our own problems.
Well, guess what, I tried to solve my problem of not wanting to go to Jadenfire and look how well that turned out.
As soon as we passed beneath the sign announcing that we have entered the camp, the scenery around us changed again.
While there was still a vast amount of trees, there were also many wooden cabins lining the dirt road.
I could see some wildflowers peeking out from behind the cabins and after I rolled down the window, I could smell their fragrances too.
The air seemed to become less tense the moment we passed into the camp, all previous tension and anxiety forgotten.