The Camp Counselor {Completed}[Editing]| Wattys2016

Chapter 4: An appointment

      After school I had to wait for my mother to come to my rescue with clothes. I only hoped she hadn't picked out the incredibly dull peach dress she bought for me a couple of years ago. No matter what she brought I had to wear it. I couldn't go out in public naked, and the girls stole my dirty clothes as well as the clean ones. She didn't come until we had exactly 10 minutes until my appointment with the counselor.

   " Sorry your closet is impossible to get into." She said facing away from me while she handed me the exact dress I hoped she wouldn't have brought me.
"Lets just go." I said struggling to fit the small dress over my body which had grown 2 sizes since my mother bought me the dress. I flung my backpack over my shoulder while I tried to fix the bottom of the dress which was now officially riding into my asshole.

"What time do you think it will be done?" My mother said taking out her phone and opening her messages app while we sat in the parking lot of the physiologist office. She was texting Carl. They were having gross conversations over text about what he would do to her if they were stranded on an island, accompanied by a picture of his tiny chicken wing (Aka aa penis).

" I will just text you when i'm out." I slammed  the door closed and ran into the office.

"Hi. Im here for and appointment with Mrs. Mary. Im Harmony." I looked at the old woman behind the counter. Her face told a story. She had been broken-hearted for a long time, and she looked like the one person she loved abandoned her for someone else.

" 2nd Floor. First door on the left." She sook her head and I ran up the stairs towards the second floor.

" Hi. Im Mary Dane. You can call me Mary."
" Im Harmony." I sook her hand that she had held up patiently.
" Everything you share here stays here. I am not allowed to tell ANYONE what you say. You are given permission to take out all of your feelings on me if you need to."
" I hate myself." I said bluntly.
" Why?"
"Because I should have done more to help my father."
" What happened with your father?" I explained which led to the woman nodding.
" I am very sorry for your loss. How is your mother taking it. That is not your fault."
" Great actually." I said pissed off at how shitty my mother was.
"How so?"
" She hasn't cried. Not even once."
" Are you sure she just doesn't cry while you are home? Maybe she cried while you are at your friends' houses."
"I don't have any friends." I said coldly.
" I have heard that one before.. come one. One person you get along with."
" I would never wear this dress on my own. My mother had to bring it to me while I was in a shower at school with my clothes hidden god knows where and my other clothes covered in 4 peoples lunches, along with my hair." I spat harshly.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"No." I said angrily like it was completely obvious.
" Why do you really hate yourself?"
"Because everyone else does. And I have 0 positive reinforcements and hundreds of negative ones. How am I supposed to see the good in me when everyone else is just focusing on the bad?"
" Lets brainstorm positive things you have done."
" I gave a little girl the last spongebob ice cream from the ice-cream truck when I was 7."
"That was a very kind thing to do. You seem to be a very kind person. What else?"
" From age 6-12 I was a girl scout. I actually really loved that."
"THATS IT!" She yelled making me jump.
" What?"
"You can be a camp counselor for little girls at the girl scout camp. I will set it up. I know your email I will give you the details!" She laughed. "Why am I so excited for you?" She smiled and clapped.
" Your session is over, you are welcome to stay but I am pretty boring.."
"  I should go."  I said pulling out my phone. When I got outside I noticed  my mom wasn't out there.

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I checked my phone's clock. 8:3o pm now. Still no mom. I could walk.. I wouldn't be home till next Monday so it wouldn't do much good. Then the door opened behind me.
"Oh my lord. Harmony! Why are you still here?" Mary said sitting down next to me.
"My mother forgot about me." I hugged my legs and started to tear up. Who cared about me anyway?
"I will give you a ride. Hop in." Mary said unlocking her truck. I hopped up and had to climb into her truck.

"Left here." I pointed to my street. " Its that one." I shoved my finger into the glass in front of my house.
"Have a nice night." Mary said while I opened my door.
" You too."  I ran to my porch and put all of my weight onto the door. On the couch my mother was sobbing.
"Whats wrong mom?" I asked, forgetting that she forgot about me, in hopes she was crying for my dad. I sat down next to her.  " Is it dad?"
" Wha? huh? Who? dad... oh... sure." I noticed her phone sitting on next to her. There was a text from Carl telling my mother that she was a gross whore. She didn't care about my dad. She was crying for Carl.
"POOR MOTHER." I screamed getting up from next to her.  " YOU CRY ABOUT SOMEONE WHO IS WORTHLESS BUT NOT ABOUT MY OWN DAD?" She widened her eyes. I had gone to far in her mind. She clenched her fist and swung directly for my left eye. I screamed when it made impact. My mother had hit me before.  But only once. When I was really little and I ate 3 cookies when I was only supposed to have 1.  I ran up to my room holding ice to my eye.  I checked my email immediately.

Dear Harmony,
     It's Mary. I have contacted the camp. They would be happy to have you. The only things they require are
- A fun nickname... like forrest or something.
- A sleeping bag
-health care paperwork
- An excited camp counselor in training!
I assume you will do great. Email me back the paperwork and nickname.

I replied quickly so I wouldn't forget.

Dear Mary,
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And I would like my name to be Houdini.