Not that many new campers have arrived in the short two months I've been here, but I have enjoyed the peace and quiet. I mean, it's not silent, but it's no public high school either.
I've made a few friends, but most people like to hear about what my life was like back home, oddly enough. I tell them about my mom, show them pictures, and all that kind of stuff.
The thing that I don't mention is anything regarding my dad, or my little, "seven years in hell." I mean, ya, I still get daily horrific nightmares, but that's no big deal. I mean, considering I'm still alive and fully functional, I think I'm doing alright.
I mean, my depression has sort of gone away, it's just my night terrors and flashbacks that really get to me. Anyway, Andrew and I have been getting along pretty well, so I suppose my current situation is getting better for me.
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When She Was Put Back Together Again
Teen FictionBrooklyn. Poor, poor Brooklyn. After surviving a physically and emotionally abusive father, she has to try to regain control of her life. When her mom sends her off to a school for other kids dealing with similar trauma, she meets someone who maybe...
