Conversion Camp
I dropped my bags dramatically beside the bed I claimed, then flopped down onto the mattress with a sigh worthy of a telenovela finale.
Sure, I still couldn't believe my parents had dumped me here, but hey, there's no way in hell I'm getting converted. If anything, I'll be the one converting everyone else. By the time I'm done, this whole camp will be a pride parade. All for one, one for all, gay and fabulous.
I raised both hands in the air and flipped off the ceiling.
"Fuck you, Conversion Camp!" I shouted.
Then I started throwing random middle fingers at the walls, at the floor, at the lampshade. Is this what they call the revenge of the gay?
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