•Asia's POV•

"Amyra, Asia! Have you girls packed yet?" Our grandma yelled from downstairs.

"Yes, Gram, we have!" Amyra called back. She continued to stare at her phone. Amyra smiled and her face became red.

"Myra, What are you looking at?"

"This girl's Instagram page from school." She then whispered to herself. "She's so hot."

Amyra wasn't a Christian, in a sense. She hated going to church, and only went to youth group because Gram and Jessie made us.

The other thing was, was she was—gay. She felt like an outcast in most places before the whole Pride thing came out a few years ago.

She came out to me a little over a year ago, because she was afraid I'd get mad at her. I didn't, but when I was alone, I cried. I cried all the tears I could and then more.

Jessie knew before I did. I felt so betrayed that my own twin sister didn't have the guts to tell me something so personal.

Camp was tomorrow, and I hoped that Amyra would find herself in God, and not in a partner. Because, that's all she thought or talked about. Finding a girlfriend to be happy, when really she didn't.

It's hard to explain as to why she is, the way she is. But I guess it's mostly because we were abused by our father, and took refuge in our mother until she died. She finds comfort in women, I guess.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" I asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

She shrugged. "Not really. I'm just going, because of you. Plus, I have nothing else to do."

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling. My stomach rumbled, as I haven't eaten in about three days. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I decided to find something to eat. "I'm going to get something to eat."

I stood up from my bed, grabbing my phone. I left the room and went downstairs.

"Gram?" I said, walking into the kitchen.

"Yes, honey?"

"Why is it so hard for Amyra to believe, but so easy for me?"

Gram sighed, thinking over my question. "Well," she began, "I think it has something to do with the way she thinks. Amyra is a lot different than you. Very headstrong, feisty, if you will." I nodded, agreeing. She continued. "Amyra hasn't learned to love the Lord, like you have. You've always been so curious and open about new things, that you just found it easier. Maybe if she gets it into her brain that being Christian is a good thing, then she won't be so closed off."

I took this into consideration. Amyra has always been that way. I wish she hadn't, then she might not be. . . I shook my head, erasing the thought.

"Thank you, Gram. For everything."

"Of course, honey." She smiled. "Now, I want to see what you girls have packed before you leave tomorrow."

She came around the counter and put my arm around my waist as we walked upstairs.