In Love with the Sergeant

A two hour road trip with my disappointed parents wasn't fun at all, but it was still better than getting thrown into a corrective camp for problematic teenagers in the f*****g desert. That’s seriously something I never saw coming. Yet here I am. I've lost count already of all the times I've begged my parents to not do this to me, to open their eyes and see that I clearly don't deserve this treatment, to believe me when I say that I'll be better in the future... but they're just ignoring me, like I don't exist anymore. I think they've finally had enough of my bullshït and now they just want to get rid of me. To be honest, I don’t blame them. When we arrive to the camp in the middle of fücking nowhere, I reluctantly climb out of the SUV taking my giant red suitcase with me and fixing my tiny shorts because they're all rolled up in my fat thighs. I sigh with distress and walk beside my mom, who's silently crying, and my dad, who suddenly walks away to speak with one of his old military friends. “Mom, please,” I try one more time, grabbing her arm and pulling her close to me, “Look at this people. They’re... thugs, delinquents or maybe something worse. I'm just a brat sometimes, but I'm an angel in comparison. Please, mom. This place is horrible, you can't just leave me here. I won't last a day. I’m not made for this.” "You should've thought about that before stealing my car to go to Mexico and come back five days later with two immigrants." "Oh my god, mom! I borrowed your car, gave it back in great conditions, and those immigrants were the most beautiful men I've seen in my life. I didn't understood a thing they said but... don’t be racist, they just wanted a better life." “Im sick of your dumb excuses. This place will be good for you” She wipes her tears and gives me a strong hug when we're at the entry, “Please, for the love of God, be a good girl. Do what they say. Don't make your dad look bad, he had to use some influences for you to be here.” Ummm... me, be a good girl? Do what someone tells me to do? Does she even know me at all? Apparently, she doesn’t. And apparently, regardless of how much I beg, they'll leave me here for the rest of the summer. Well... I guess I have to suck it up and find a fun way to spend time in this disgusting desert. There’s no other way.