"Confessions of a Camp Counselor."
>Be you,
>Camp counselor over the summer, somewhere in rural Oregon. Hosting this girl-scout group over the summer, most of which seemed more keen to be with the female counselors
>Can't really blame them, you were tall and muscular with dark hair and the only male counselor so you mostly kept safety watch. Only there for more practical help
>This one girl always seemed to hangout by herself, and got repeatedly bulled by this seemingly more popular ginger chick.
>Skin was pale, bordering on sickly with short black hair and dark eyes. The other counselors seemed to take it easy on the ginger, named Brittany who seemed to torment the pale girl, named Violet.
>One time, during an archery lesson a fight seemed to break, more so the ginger girl wailing on Violet, the first time you really had to step in.
>Needless to the say, most of these 13 year old girls held off the moment you showed up.
>The odd part was, that Violet hugged you, yet you had never spoken to her. She was so small compared to you which made you feel even worse for her.
>You decided to take to the nearby lake with me for a private talk.
>Typical "Are you okay?", "Is she bullying you?" type questions. She said yes to all but god knew if the others would have bothered to actually punish the ginger one.
>You could tell Violet was pretty worn out, that from-a-bad-home energy some kids have just by how they look.
>She confessed she was hit at home and that she was sent to summer camp by her mother who seemingly hated her.
>The fact she admitted all this to just after one conversation seemed to indicate how lonely she truly was.
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