"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿: 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢?
♤✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶ 𐐒𐐚 ✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶♤
Camilla
Anyone but my parents,
I sat on the couch next to Kaz as the family therapist looked at all of us.
I'm not even sure why I'm here, it's not like I live with them. But I guess that doesn't really matter since we're still family.
I think my mom got the idea from one of her work colleagues, I have a feeling someone is going to end up storming out or having a break down.
Not me though.
Dr.Frey looked at Kaz, "How would you say your relationship with your sister is?"
"Great."
Dr.Frey smiled, "Good, what about your parents?"
"I don't know, average."
"Do you ever feel you want to get closer to them?"
"Sometimes I get a feeling that I should do crystal meth but then I'm like probably not."
He's been quoting Pitch Perfect lately.
She furrowed her eyebrows and nodded before looking at all of us again, "I'm just trying to get to know you all as individuals and your family dynamic."
Dr.Frey turned to my dad, "Ty, do you think you're spending enough time with you're family?"
"A decent amount yes."
"What about you Camilla?"
"I spend a lot of time with Kaz," I answered back.
She nodded thoughtfully, "What about your parents?"
"I don't live with them."
"I understand that but-"
"Do you have any snacks?" Kaz asked.
"Yes," she smiled standing up and coming back with a few candies handing them to him, "here you go."
"Why are we doing this again?" Kaz asked.
Our mom shot him a look, "I've already explained this to you."
