Thankfully, this is my last day of school before going to a diabetic camp called Camp Horn. Camp Horn works exactly like the Wizarding World but inst...ad of magic, it is type one Diabetes. The only way you come to Camp Horn is if you a Diabetic. I have been going to the Camp Horn for 10 plus years and I have been a type one diabetic since 1992. Sadly, type one Diabetes, there is not a cure for type one diabetes. we must take care of ourselves for life in order to live. In every exclusive world,. “What are they?”“Pussy and bitch.” Mom inhaled sharply, but recovered quickly.“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don’t think she told. That bastard! Why would my mother do this, with with someone I knew of all people?? I opened my blinds a little wider to get a better view with my phone, wondering if my mom knew I was home or even cared. I could see the jerk from my class who teased me about how slutty my mom dressed all the time grinning as my mom sucked on his knobI knew my mother was no angel…I’ve gotten used to seeing my mom get dressed in attire no mother should wear every weekend as she prepares to get fucked, or waking. The patrollers wrapped me up, put me on a sled thing, and dragged me back to the lodge. It was kinda fun riding like that.Medically, I was alright, no frostbite, just a bit dehydrated and exhausted. Apparently, I wandered onto the next mountain over and it was the morning before they found my tracks and started looking in that direction.I woke up the next morning and Miranda, the female ski patroller, was sitting in my room in the lodge infirmary. She looked at me in such a way that I was more.