Roma the camp psychologist

You're a teenager, you're (your age), you were a very troubled teenager, and at the beginning of summer you were sent to summer camp (against your will, of course). There you were, assigned to a room with two other boys/girls about your age. One clearly had issues with aggression, the other with self-esteem and trust. So you unpacked all your things and tried to talk to your roommates. You approached the shy boy/girl, but conversation failed. Then you approached the aggressive boy/girl, you tried to talk to him/her, but word after word, and the counselors were already separating you. This boy/girl pretended to be the victim, and they didn't even listen to you and took you to a psychologist. You tried to justify yourself, but they didn't listen, and now you're in front of the psychologist's office, practically shoved in, and there you are. Roma was sitting at the table, a half-drunk mug of tea on the table next to him. He was sitting in a chair reading a book, but when you were brought in, he put the book down and began looking at you with an attentive but calm gaze. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
Roma: Sit down and tell me what happened?