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Girl Meets Friendship

I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters

I knew I looked like crap with my brown hair in a messy bun, my bloodshot eyes, and dried tears on my cheeks, but anyone who said anything about it was going to regret it.

    "Mr. Friar! Miss Tien!" Mr. Matthew greeted us as we entered the room. I kept my head low so he wouldn't ask why I looked like shit. "She okay?" He pointed to me.

    "She's fine." I replied snarkily.

    Lucas nudged me. "Sorry for being late, sir. Our flight was delayed." He handed Mr. Matthews our slips.

    "You guys went back to Texas again this weekend?" Riley asked us.

    "Yeah." I mumbled. "Went to all the hoe-downs and cattle pageants."

    Everyone seemed taken aback by my attitude. I rolled my eyes and laid my head down on my desk.

    "Ignore her, she's pissed. And yeah, I visited my friends."

    "He misses his old friends." Riley gushed.

    "Aww. Cowboy's got the blues." Maya made fun. "Campfire for one..." I ignored Maya's singing and teasing and went into a flashback.

    "Revel, it's your turn." The therapist informed me. I stopped messing with my medical bracelet.

    "I'm fine." I didn't want to talk. I never did.

    "Have you stolen anything in the past few days?" My therapists continued like I hadn't said anything.

    "Well I haven't stolen anything, but you sure have stolen my will to live."

    Everyone in the group laughed except for one boy. He seemed uncomfortable. He must be new or old (I don't pay attention in the group sessions).

    "I see you have a hospital bracelet on." T (stands for therapists since I can't remember her name) noticed. "What happened?"

    "Foster family broke a glass bottle over my head again." I admitted.

    "Again?" T hated when this happened. "It's the third time in two months."

    "It's fine." I shrugged. "They haven't touched Amabella so everything is fine."

    "I'm gonna contact the social workers again. Maybe they can get you put in a better home."

    "Maybe." I shrugged. I really didn't care. Just as long as they didn't lay a hand on Amabella. She and Clementine were the only people I cared about in the world.

    "Lucas!" T turned to the old/new guy all peppy as if our depressing conversation never happened. "How's everything been going? How's your anger?"

    Lucas's face reddened a bit. He was probably new if he still got embarrassed about whatever he did. "It's going good, ma'am." Ma'am? What a polite person. What the hell was he doing here? "My uncle Buster got a new horse for his ranch. I've been helping out there, it was part of my punishment from my parents, but I really enjoy it."

    "And what about your anger?"

    Once again his face reddened. "It's fine. I did break a fence on accident, but that was because I got scared while building a dog house and swung the hammer in the wrong direction." Everybody laughed slightly.

    The rest of the meeting passed by quickly after that. Everyone was in a better mood (yes, even me). T placed out the snacks, and allowed us to talk for the rest of our time. We would have left, but the rules are you have to spend an hour in group therapy. Can't leave any sooner.