Why did I come here?

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Jeremy's P.O.V.
     "Bye Jeremy, I'll see you at the end of summer." My friend Fritz says as he drops me off at the front entrance. I've been abused by my father since I was 10 after my mother died. I'm currently now 17 so that's 7 years of abuse. I have terrible depression, I self harm. I hate this super freaking annoying stutter that make fun of any chance they get.
     My friends hope that being at this camp might help with my depression since it's a camp for abused children and suddenly I see him. His bright blue eyes clash with his raven black hair. He doesn't look much older than me. I see on his hat reads counsler. Oh I really hope I get him.
     "Alright kids gather up, it's time to get into your groups and meet your couslers." I can't help but lighten up when I hear someone tell us to come closer. I quickly grab my bags and run over to join the rest of the kids. "Jeremy Fitzgerald?" I hear my name get called. "Um r-right here S-sir." I stutter running over to him. I hear people laughing when I started stuttering. He points at the older attractive male. "You're with Mike, he'll be your counsler for the summer. " I couldn't help but giggle in excitement as I run over to him.

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