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Thursday, June 29th
My Dear Day One Friend,
Let me start by saying I think it’s sweet you wrote your mom a letter. Awwww!
I can’t wait to see you in a few days. My Aunt Didi’s new boyfriend is going to do a fish fry because I told him you’re a pescatarian. Or we might do a shrimp boil or something. Either way, it’s gon’ be good and you’ll leave full as a tick.
How old were those kids that got caught doing the nasty? That’s crazy! I haven’t been asking you much about the camp. I’m sorry for that. I’ve been trying not to write you excruciatingly long letters. I heard a guy in our history class say he hates it when his girl writes him long letters.
Are you sure you want to start college early? Don’t you want to take a break from school before jumping into college life so quickly?
Jessa says she’s been bored without me. After she visits me this weekend, she’s going to Barcelona with her parents. Can you believe it? Barcelona! I’m so jealous. Xavier says he met a girl out here when we did the college tour in April. He says he’s going to meet up with her when he comes to visit me. Xave has a girl??? You two were always somewhere with your noses in a book, now you’re both grown and hanging out with girls.
I don’t know where I want to go to college or what I want to do after graduation. I’ve been writing more poetry in the journal my therapist gave me. I know she wants me to use it to write down my thoughts and feelings about my mom’s death but I’m not feeling staying in that place. You know what I mean? I like writing poetry. It makes me feel good. To think it all started from us running together. Because of you, I still run early in the morning. Do you have time to run at camp?
Last Friday night, I went skating with one of my co-workers. People kept staring at me. This one guy even said, “Aye baby what happened to your face?”
That’s the type of stuff I’m going to hear when I go to Vegas. More name calling, more stares and frowned up faces. I’m not ready to start that over again. In Smalltown, everyone knew who I was and that I had vitiligo. Being here in Atlanta, it’s like starting over. Like, .1 million people have vitiligo but it’s still a condition that most people know nothing about. I feel like I should wear a name tag on my chest when I go out. First name: NOT. Last name: CONTAGIOUS.
Do people say anything about your freckles or red hair while you’re at camp? After I graduate, I think I might start getting treatments. My mom didn’t want me to do it as a kid. She thought it would be too painful and would interrupt my school schedule.
Anyway, before I give you my random science fact, that’s pretty cool about swans. I didn’t know that. Wolves mate for life too.
Random science fact: Did you know vitiligo can affect your hearing and your eyesight?
Vitiligo girl,
Clove