WIP -intro thingies-
They were all alone until they suddenly had each other.
When five boys find an add online they decide to apply and see where they land.
Is your life different from what you expected? Does no one understand you and have you lost your motive to live? Let us help you!
Camp Another way,
makes it possible to discover yourself and for you to make new friends. Bond with your teammates and see if you can get through the challenges set up by our staff. Cooperation and trust is everything when you face your future.
Click the link to fill in our application letter.
Louis…
He had enough of it, the constant yelling, the crying and the smashed crockery set. His head hurt, from the sounds and the tears he tried to keep at bay. He could hear his sisters crying in the other room and how they whispered to each other, seeking comfort. Normally he would go to them, wrap his arms around the youngest and try to tell fairytale, a life of happiness and comfort. Today he didn’t, or more important, he couldn’t.
The walls he’d built were crashing and he didn’t know what to do anymore. He longed for what this house once was, a safe haven. Now he didn’t even know if he could still call it his home. He knew that if he stepped inside the other room that he would crash, without the certitude that he would ever get back up again. The oldest, he kept reminding himself. He is the oldest, he is the one that should protect those girls and he couldn’t break down in front of them. He needed to be strong.
Another crash with another screamed accusation. He sighed, shook his head and walked towards his computer, plugging in his earphones. Music was an escape, an escape from his so called ‘’happy family.’’ He laughed bitterly, they had never been a perfect family, they just knew how to keep up the images for the rest of the town.
Harry…
He was done with it, the routine of his life. It felt like he was stuck in his own groundhog day. Every day he got the same greetings, the conversed with the same people and saw the same objects. He was sick of baking the same raspberry pie over and over and over again.
Liam
He hadn’t been himself for a long time, maybe he had never known himself. It was what bullying did to you. First you’ll be scared, dismayed and you’ll keep asking yourself what you did wrong, how you could change yourself so they would like you. Then you’ll get angry, defensive. What gave them the right to hurt you like that, physical as well as emotional. Once the militancy wore off it went from bad to even worse. You started to accept it, believe that they knew you, that they were speaking the truth. That is where you hit the bottom of the ocean and you got lost inside the dark corners of your own mind. A never ending labyrinth of whispers, shadows and pinches.
Once his parents found out what happened inside the school gates, they had taken immediate action. The principle was called, teachers were informed and the parents of the bullies got called. It only made it worse, instead of blatant comments that were stopped by teachers, they started whispering. Gossip that carried through to school halls like hum and appeared in scrabbled lines onto the toilet stalls. At first they would wait for him in the corners he walked past while going home, once his dad found him covering up a bruise when he stepped into the room, he got introduced into the world of boxing. It had made him physically stronger and he could defend himself. But walls inside your hide to protect your emotions and self-esteem were harder to train and built. He cared about others, his apologies and compliments were sincere and his words were spoken carefully. He still couldn’t grasp why they would bully, they could have been friends or at least acquaintances.
Zayn
He had lost his touch when he lost her. The eyes, that once had made him paint the stars like they looked on a clear night, disappeared. The soft touches that felt like silk that once had made him caress his canvas with beautiful strokes of bluegreenred. Now those touches were gone and his hand had lost its gracefulness, strokes awkward and foreign. After while he got lost, he couldn’t express himself anymore, emotions stuck inside his head like a whirlwind.
Niall
The smile felt fake, artificial. His friends laughed at every joke but you could sense how they were forced. They had been friends for a long time, but half a year ago it became different. The weekly meetings died down to once a month and the once so cheery table during their lunch became quiet. He didn’t know what happened, where it went wrong. But now he felt so alone and scared and mostly alone. He was used to the group around him, the comfort of being listened to and being the listener.
When five boys find an add online they decide to apply and see where they land.
Is your life different from what you expected? Does no one understand you and have you lost your motive to live? Let us help you!
Camp Another way,
makes it possible to discover yourself and for you to make new friends. Bond with your teammates and see if you can get through the challenges set up by our staff. Cooperation and trust is everything when you face your future.
Click the link to fill in our application letter.
Louis…
He had enough of it, the constant yelling, the crying and the smashed crockery set. His head hurt, from the sounds and the tears he tried to keep at bay. He could hear his sisters crying in the other room and how they whispered to each other, seeking comfort. Normally he would go to them, wrap his arms around the youngest and try to tell fairytale, a life of happiness and comfort. Today he didn’t, or more important, he couldn’t.
The walls he’d built were crashing and he didn’t know what to do anymore. He longed for what this house once was, a safe haven. Now he didn’t even know if he could still call it his home. He knew that if he stepped inside the other room that he would crash, without the certitude that he would ever get back up again. The oldest, he kept reminding himself. He is the oldest, he is the one that should protect those girls and he couldn’t break down in front of them. He needed to be strong.
Another crash with another screamed accusation. He sighed, shook his head and walked towards his computer, plugging in his earphones. Music was an escape, an escape from his so called ‘’happy family.’’ He laughed bitterly, they had never been a perfect family, they just knew how to keep up the images for the rest of the town.
Harry…
He was done with it, the routine of his life. It felt like he was stuck in his own groundhog day. Every day he got the same greetings, the conversed with the same people and saw the same objects. He was sick of baking the same raspberry pie over and over and over again.
Liam
He hadn’t been himself for a long time, maybe he had never known himself. It was what bullying did to you. First you’ll be scared, dismayed and you’ll keep asking yourself what you did wrong, how you could change yourself so they would like you. Then you’ll get angry, defensive. What gave them the right to hurt you like that, physical as well as emotional. Once the militancy wore off it went from bad to even worse. You started to accept it, believe that they knew you, that they were speaking the truth. That is where you hit the bottom of the ocean and you got lost inside the dark corners of your own mind. A never ending labyrinth of whispers, shadows and pinches.
Once his parents found out what happened inside the school gates, they had taken immediate action. The principle was called, teachers were informed and the parents of the bullies got called. It only made it worse, instead of blatant comments that were stopped by teachers, they started whispering. Gossip that carried through to school halls like hum and appeared in scrabbled lines onto the toilet stalls. At first they would wait for him in the corners he walked past while going home, once his dad found him covering up a bruise when he stepped into the room, he got introduced into the world of boxing. It had made him physically stronger and he could defend himself. But walls inside your hide to protect your emotions and self-esteem were harder to train and built. He cared about others, his apologies and compliments were sincere and his words were spoken carefully. He still couldn’t grasp why they would bully, they could have been friends or at least acquaintances.
Zayn
He had lost his touch when he lost her. The eyes, that once had made him paint the stars like they looked on a clear night, disappeared. The soft touches that felt like silk that once had made him caress his canvas with beautiful strokes of bluegreenred. Now those touches were gone and his hand had lost its gracefulness, strokes awkward and foreign. After while he got lost, he couldn’t express himself anymore, emotions stuck inside his head like a whirlwind.
Niall
The smile felt fake, artificial. His friends laughed at every joke but you could sense how they were forced. They had been friends for a long time, but half a year ago it became different. The weekly meetings died down to once a month and the once so cheery table during their lunch became quiet. He didn’t know what happened, where it went wrong. But now he felt so alone and scared and mostly alone. He was used to the group around him, the comfort of being listened to and being the listener.