Katheryn looked out her window and sighed. It had been a really short and quiet ride, and she just wanted to get to the camp so she could meet people like her. People with disorders. People with problems, be it physically or mentally, problems of all sorts in the same place. Anyways, she was fully aware she had Bipolar II, though her parents just kept it a secret from her. Why wouldn't she know? I mean, she had full access to the internet. She was just browsing when she found out about her Hypomanic Episodes. I mean, it was just as it felt. Lack of sleep, more socialable, everything. Her parents love her, it's just that they can't handle the Hypomanic Episodes. At least, that's what she thinks.

Now, the car was parked. She took her suitcase and looked at her father in the driver seat for about two seconds before she walked off. Somewhere next to her, she saw another girl.

"[b]Screw you[/b]." The other girl said. It was barely audible, but she could figure it out. She saw the other girl walking up the path, and she did so as well, very calmly.