I woke up to the snoring of my friend Matt sleeping on the
seat in front of me. Adjusting
myself from my cramped position on the seat in the van, I noticed that I was
the only person awake besides the driver.
“You okay up there, Brian?” I yell up to the front seat. He sends me a grunt and I lay back down, knowing that he
probably wasn’t in the best mood.
It had been two hours and a group from my church and I were on our way
to West Virginia. What we would be
doing there exactly was still unknown.
A month earlier we had received an email of what county we would be
working in, what school we would be staying at, and what to bring. There would be cold showers: a tarp and
garden hose for us to use. I knew
it would be a good and interesting week… the showers would make sure of that. Drifting back to sleep, I see all of the
vans begin to turn into a gas station.
“We’re at the gas station, Amanda!” I nudge her awake knowing that she
might have to go to the bathroom.
We park the vans and Amanda and I walk into the convenience store and
look around, making sure there wasn’t anything we wanted to munch on on the
ride to West Virginia. As soon as
we’re done looking through everything in the store, we return to the van and go
back to sleep.
Five hours later
We arrive to the center and are immediately greeted by the
staff we would have for the week ahead.
As we begin unpacking our luggage, I notice the quotes lining the walls
as we made our way to the rooms we would be sleeping in. Boys and girls were not allowed to
enter into eachother’s rooms, otherwise it would be called “purpling” (boys are
blue, girls are red)
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