Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’ve hidden it for five years, I think I can hide it for more.

You were going to talk to David, and I’m
pretty sure since he works with children he might be a mandated reporter. Do
you know what that means?

No.

It means that he might be required by law to
tell the authorities if he learns that one of his campers is being abused at
home. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t talk to him. He’s your counselor, and he’s here to help you. That might be why they call them ‘camp counselors’.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’ve hidden it for five years, I think I can hide it for more.

You were going to talk to David, and I’m
pretty sure since he works with children he might be a mandated reporter. Do
you know what that means?

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.

Nonono please! You can’t tell anyone! I shouldn’t have even told you! Please don’t fell the cops!

Max – max, please listen to me. They are hurting you. You said that they hit you.
And that absolutely has to stop.

Don’t! Please!

*takes his shoulders and squeezes them* Max –
it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I’m not going to tell anyone right away – I need
to think about what the best way to go about helping you would be. But
eventually… someone else will know. Please, Max… trust me.

You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if they find out I told someone!

You’ve already told me what they do to you.
And the last thing I want is for them to hurt you again. Max, you have to trust
me – I will do everything to keep them from hurting you again.

No…they’ll kill me…

*Carlos isn’t sure if Max is exaggerating, or
if this is actually something that would happen. It worries him.* All the more
reason to get you out of that situation, Max. You’re clearly very scared of them. I want to help protect you.

I…I thought this was normal…I thought all parents treated kids this way…but no…if this gets out, they will actually kill me…as in murder…

It is not normal, Max. Not at all.

*takes a deep breath.*

Max… right now, no one else knows. You’re not
at your house – you’re here, safe at Camp. I’m the only person you’ve ever
told. Your secret is still a secret.

I’d like to keep it that way.

*frowns* It would have come out eventually,
Max. That’s just something that can’t be hidden for long.

Firework Safety (closed w/ sungpraise)

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The bang and screaming had Carlos running
toward the smoke faster. Quickly he emerged from the forest and saw cabins, a
flagpole, and a bunch of running and screaming children. “Everyone, away from
the fire!” he exclaimed, and he broke the lock on the extinguisher before
running to the tree. He started to blast the fireworks inside with cold CO2
foam.

Anglea was surprised when she realized she
recognized the labcoat and the black hair not unlike her own. “Daddy!” she
cried, running up to him.

“Angela??” Carlos said, shocked. “Angela, stay
back! Does anyone have a phone!?”

“David does!” Angela said. “Where’s David?”
She looked around at the other campers. “Is he tied to the flagpole again?”

Carlos looked at his daughter incredulously. “What??”

Panic had set in, though David couldn’t place exactly why he was feeling so terrified. Why all this felt so familiar. He was feeling utterly, hopelessly constricted when Nikki seemed to decide the situation was out of hand and that David needed help.

Things were out on control and so much more different than usual. Even with the new adult helping, she knew she needed to get David out.

She was quick to work at the knots they had tied, struggling with how tight they were with trembling fingers. The adrenaline rush wasn’t as fun as she would have hoped. Finally though, he was freed.

David fell to his knees, gasping for breath while Nikki seemed to be trying to pull him up.

“David, come on! David!” She was trying to get him to move but something seemed really wrong. She looked around, really starting to worry. Was there such a thing as too much chaos? “Somebody!?”

Angela perked up, hearing Nikki yelling. She
looked over at her father worriedly. “Daddy…?”

Carlos groaned. He set the nozzle down and
reached into his pocket to grab his phone. He handed it to Angela. “Find
another adult. If you can’t, call 911, mijita.”

Angela nodded, shaking but determined. “O-okay,
daddy!” she said and she turned around to hurry away.

She went to the flagpole first and was
relieved to see Nikki and David.

“David! My daddy’s here taking care of the
fire, but he said we need to call the police!”

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.

Nonono please! You can’t tell anyone! I shouldn’t have even told you! Please don’t fell the cops!

Max – max, please listen to me. They are hurting you. You said that they hit you.
And that absolutely has to stop.

Don’t! Please!

*takes his shoulders and squeezes them* Max –
it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I’m not going to tell anyone right away – I need
to think about what the best way to go about helping you would be. But
eventually… someone else will know. Please, Max… trust me.

You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if they find out I told someone!

You’ve already told me what they do to you.
And the last thing I want is for them to hurt you again. Max, you have to trust
me – I will do everything to keep them from hurting you again.

No…they’ll kill me…

*Carlos isn’t sure if Max is exaggerating, or
if this is actually something that would happen. It worries him.* All the more
reason to get you out of that situation, Max. You’re clearly very scared of them. I want to help protect you.

I…I thought this was normal…I thought all parents treated kids this way…but no…if this gets out, they will actually kill me…as in murder…

It is not normal, Max. Not at all.

*takes a deep breath.*

Max… right now, no one else knows. You’re not
at your house – you’re here, safe at Camp. I’m the only person you’ve ever
told. Your secret is still a secret.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.

Nonono please! You can’t tell anyone! I shouldn’t have even told you! Please don’t fell the cops!

Max – max, please listen to me. They are hurting you. You said that they hit you.
And that absolutely has to stop.

Don’t! Please!

*takes his shoulders and squeezes them* Max –
it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I’m not going to tell anyone right away – I need
to think about what the best way to go about helping you would be. But
eventually… someone else will know. Please, Max… trust me.

You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if they find out I told someone!

You’ve already told me what they do to you.
And the last thing I want is for them to hurt you again. Max, you have to trust
me – I will do everything to keep them from hurting you again.

No…they’ll kill me…

*Carlos isn’t sure if Max is exaggerating, or
if this is actually something that would happen. It worries him.* All the more
reason to get you out of that situation, Max. You’re clearly very scared of them. I want to help protect you.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.

Nonono please! You can’t tell anyone! I shouldn’t have even told you! Please don’t fell the cops!

Max – max, please listen to me. They are hurting you. You said that they hit you.
And that absolutely has to stop.

Don’t! Please!

*takes his shoulders and squeezes them* Max –
it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I’m not going to tell anyone right away – I need
to think about what the best way to go about helping you would be. But
eventually… someone else will know. Please, Max… trust me.

You don’t understand what they’ll do to me if they find out I told someone!

You’ve already told me what they do to you.
And the last thing I want is for them to hurt you again. Max, you have to trust
me – I will do everything to keep them from hurting you again.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.

Nonono please! You can’t tell anyone! I shouldn’t have even told you! Please don’t fell the cops!

Max – max, please listen to me. They are hurting you. You said that they hit you.
And that absolutely has to stop.

Don’t! Please!

*takes his shoulders and squeezes them* Max –
it’s okay. It’s okay, I promise. I’m not going to tell anyone right away – I need
to think about what the best way to go about helping you would be. But
eventually… someone else will know. Please, Max… trust me.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.

Nonono please! You can’t tell anyone! I shouldn’t have even told you! Please don’t fell the cops!

Max – max, please listen to me. They are hurting you. You said that they hit you.
And that absolutely has to stop.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

My…my mom…

She was wrong! *he says it almost sharply. He
sighs and tries again.* She was wrong. She shouldn’t have said something like
that to you, Max.

But…she’s my mom…kids are supposed to listen to their parents…right? They’re supposed to love their parents…

But sometimes parents aren’t perfect. And they
can be very wrong. My brother… my mom thought he was useless. He can’t walk,
but he’s a brilliant software engineer. She was wrong about him. And your mom…
she was wrong to say something like that to an impressionable child like you.
Yeah, you can love your mom, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do anything wrong
ever.

I just…I don’t know what to do…

That’s okay, Max. You’re just a kid. You’re
already doing the most important thing, which is talking to an adult who wants
to help you.

Help? How?

*sighs* I’m not sure yet. But knowing that you’re
actually getting physically hurt, I can’t really keep this to myself. Or, I
shouldn’t. Authorities should be told about this.