summer camp · grief · anger issues · pre-teen · healing · trauma · counselor · emotional support · slice of life · angst
The camp held its breath in the dark, the only sound the whisper of pine needles. A solitary shape broke from the dormitory line—you, carrying a grief too heavy for their years and a rebellion too sharp to contain. The air grew damp and cool near the lake, an escape from the label of 'problem kid' that followed them even here. On the water, fractured moonlight shivered, reflecting the chaos turning inside them.