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"Madeline, please get out here," my mother called from the driveway, opening the trunk of the car. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my suitcase, dragging it out of the house that it felt like we had just moved into last week. Probably because we had just moved into it last week; we tended to move around quite a bit. I sighed and tossed my bag into the back of the car.

"I promise you're going to love it at camp, Madeline. I'm sure you'll find lots of new friends," my mother prodded, and I glared at her.

"I don't want new friends, Mom. I don't think you understand the fundamental basis of social anxiety," I grumbled in response, pulling my sleeves over my wrists and sighing. My mother just rolled her eyes.

"Maddy, that's why you're going to this camp. They're going to help you!" I was almost physically ill at the thought. People that pretended to know how I felt that were pretending to care and pretending to fix me so I could pretend I was normal somewhere else. It was ridiculous.

"I don't want their help!" I argued, setting my jaw and scowling at the blonde haired woman. My mother just pointed to the car in fury, and I groaned and threw myself into the backseat. My mother shot me an cursory glare as she, too, entered the car and started the engine.

I sighed in misery as my mother backed the car out of the driveway and drove me to my worst nightmare.

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just a short chapter to show you Madeline and her mom's relationship :) vote, comment, and share if you'd like :)

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