Next thing I knew, someone was knocking on my door. It was my father. Why was he home? It was only eight o’clock. I glanced at my phone and realized I had been laying on my bed for two hours. It was ten and I was tense.
“Can I come in?” he asked opening the door.
“I already know, you guys are divorcing. Is there anything else I should know?” My father nodded.
“Your mother and I know how painful this is going to be,”. God, tell me about it. I nodded.
“So you have more bad news?”
“Actually, I have some good news,”. Nothing was going to make me happy at this point.
“What?”
“Well, your mother and I have agreed that we will send you away to camp for the summer!”
“WHAT?”