Roxanne's freshman year was over. She felt very proud of what she achieved in that year, especially with her excellent college grades, all her amazing cheerleading, her great acting in the college theater production of Spamalot, her incredible spring break trip to Alabama Gulf Shores and making new friends. And I was very proud of her too.

For her summer vacation, Roxanne was going to go with Nathan to his hometown, which was Lansing, Michigan. Before she left with her boyfriend, I wished her a very happy, well-earned summer vacation and she wished me one back in return and we told each other we looked forward to seeing each other after the Summer Break.

As for me, I was going on a camping vacation with my family in Flathead Lake, Montana. But first I had another job to do. My second job, which was being a camp counselor at Spoonerville Summer Camp in Spoonerville Forest. I had been doing it since 2003. I first did it after I learnt that Mona had been cheating on me. When the college year of 2002 – 03 was over, I felt that I needed to do more work. It wasn't about earning extra money, though the money I earned from it was helpful and I could add it to my investments. It was mainly to keep me occupied after my work for the college was over for the summer to take my mind of my girlfriend who was never even my girlfriend in the first place. And I wasn't ready to go to spend a vacation with my family and I wasn't ready to see my friends yet because being with them and seeing them being so happy with their kids would only upset me more and I would feel left out. And working at Spoonerville Summer Camp for the last four summers really helped me because without it I would have nothing to do except let those painful memories of Mona's betrayal take over my mind.

And while I worked at that camp during those summers, it did make me feel good that I was doing my very best to give the young campers the very best summer camp experience they could get while staying there for two weeks. Doing this reminded me when I was young camper. Despite my very best attempts to make friends were no more successful than the ones I tried to make at school, I did seem to impress a lot of camp counselors with everything I did, especially doing the sport activities and I still think that was how I became very good at sports and it helped me become the Head of the Sports at Spoonerville College, so I have those amazing camp counselors to thank for. Not just for showing me how to do the sports the correct way, but also for believing in me when no one else would, especially the other young campers, and for encouraging me to never give up and be the very best I can.

When I started working at Spoonerville Camp in 2003, I started out as an assistant camp counselor for the sport activities, which would include soccer, basketball, ATVs, swimming, water skiing, wakeboarding, canoeing, climbing, hockey and mountaineering among them. I was also an assistant lifeguard. I did the same jobs for the next summers, with the only difference with I got promoted to camp counselor in 2004 and then promoted to specialist camp counselor in 2005 and I still held that rank for 2006.

One successful week after the summer camp opened in 2006 and I did the same jobs I had been doing for the last three years and making sure the young campers had a great summer experience, I and some other camp counselors took some young campers to a night campfire. We were roasting marshmallows, telling ghost stories, singing songs and everything you would do to have an awesome night campfire. We were all having a great time until I heard a sound. It sounded like a sad sound. A crying sound. After I checked that the other counselors that they were okay with the kids at the campfire, I decided to go and check it out.

For the next ten minutes, I did nothing except follow the crying sound. When I started to follow it, I couldn't work out what it was. I thought it might have been a lost young camper or a baby animal wailing while stuck in a trap. Then I heard something falling onto the ground behind me. I turned and shone my torch on it and I was shocked to see who it was.

"Roxanne?"

It was Roxanne. She looked very messy. There was mud on her clothes and leaves and twigs in her hair. "Hi, Max," she greeted nervously.

As I went to help her up, I saw tears were falling out of her eyes. She was the one who was making the crying noise. I was about to ask what was upsetting her and why she was here, but I quickly worked it out. "Did Nathan cheat on you?"

Roxanne sadly nodded.

"Come with me, Roxanne." I took her to a log close to a deserted and died-down campfire as it was the time for the younger campers to be in bed. After I made sure she was comfortable on the log, I asked her what happened with Nathan did to her and she told me.

When Roxanne got to Lansing, everything seemed great. Nathan's family were very friendly and rich. They lived in a big mansion with large gardens and had sport cars and a giant yacht. One day, they took the yacht out on Lake Michigan one day and Roxanne would sit and sunbathe on the yacht while she watched Nathan jet-ski, waterski and wakeboard among the other water sport activities he did. They would take her out to show what Lansing was like and she liked it. Everything seemed to be going very well with Roxanne's vacation in Lansing and her relationship with Nathan, until…

Roxanne found Nathan with another girl and he was having sex with her without protection. She confronted him about him cheating on her and all he told her was that she was like a free prostitute to him. No, not even that. She was more like a sex toy that he could put in the closest and get it out when he was ready to use it. Roxanne couldn't stay in a relationship like that and she couldn't stay in Lansing. She just had to go back to Spoonerville and go back to me. And so she spent the last three days walking back to Spoonerville. She was making her way to the town through Spoonerville Forest and then she found me and I was up-to-date with everything.

"I'm so sorry, Max," Roxanne said.

"Nathan cheating on you isn't your fault," I told her.

"I'm sorry that I keep coming to you like this," she said, "but I have nowhere else to go to."

"Well, I have another eight weeks left being a camp counselor," I told her. "So, you have three options. A: You can stay with here and help with the camp, if I can do something about it. B: I can take you back to my house, but you'll on your own there for eight weeks. And C: I can take you to Big Sky, so my dad, Sylvia and Hannah and the rest of my family can look after you there until I finish here. You don't have to decide now. I'm sure there will be a bed for you tonight."

"And the rest of the nights for the next eight weeks?" Roxanne asked.

I was very surprised to hear that. "You decided already?"

"Yes, Max, I have," Roxanne said. "I know nothing about summer camps, as my daddy never let me go to them. But the reason I want to stay here and try my best to help here is because I want to be with you. There's nothing wrong with your house – it's wonderful – and your family is amazing, but I feel more at home when I'm with you than anyone or anything else in this whole wide world."

What she said really touched me and made me very happy. "Well, let's go to bed now and we'll see what we can do in the morning. Oh, I won't be able to sleep with you because there are two counselors' cabin rooms, one male and one female."

"I understand, Max," Roxanne said, as we walked to the counselors' cabin rooms. "You're here and that's what matters to me the most."

Luckily, there was an opening for an assistant counselor at Spoonerville Summer Camp and, thanks to my input, Roxanne managed to get the job. She was an assistant counselor to the dancers and she was very good at it and she enjoyed doing it, which is the whole point of being a counselor at a summer camp. She told me that it was a good start to help her get over Nathan and what he did to her. She would also help the other camp staff members when they needed extra help, like helping in the kitchen when it was time for the meals or helping to watch the campers when we would take them on trips to the beach or to a stadium to watch a game or other stuff. She was super helpful to both campers and counselors alike and, for someone who had never been to a summer camp in her whole life, that's incredibly amazing. She told me that this camp experience was better than she ever imagined it would and she told me it was because I was there doing it with her. And out of all years I worked at Spoonerville Summer Camp, this was my favorite and it was because she was there doing it with me. For reasons I'll explain later, this was my last year I worked for Spoonerville Summer Camp and it was my best year and I was glad I ended it on a high note and I will always be grateful for the amazing experiences, the joyful memories, the lessons I learned from counselors and campers alike, the great friends I made and everything else it taught me.