Uncommon

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The boy finally noticed I was heading toward him when he smirked. His friends stared at me. What they didn't expect was for me to start pulling him by the hair and into another hall. Once I not-so-easily accomplished that, I started to drag my fists across his face before I felt someone restrain me from continuing. "You stay the fuck away from her!"

"Mrs. Styles," Principle Woods crossed his fingers together, "I'm going to cut to the chase. Your boy here was caught attacking one of his peers, and on top, used words that we do not tolerate."

"Such as?" Mom took a deep breath.

"F-fuck." Principle Woods stuttered. I snickered only to be glared at by both.

"Sorry." I smiled.

"The student- Charlie- had a busted lip and broken nose."

"Is he alright?"

"He will be Ms. Styles. However, according to both students stories, your boy had the fault. We will have to suspend him for the upcoming week."

"Is that all?"

"Yes ma'am. You are dismissed." We left abruptly.

"Harry honey what has gotten into you?" She sighed angrily. "Fighting? Using profanity!? This is not how I raised you."

"You don't even know what happened, mom." By now the drizzling turned into rain.

"Then what happened?"

"That guy, Charlie or whatever, he was being a pervert. He kept looking at this one girl that I really like and when I told him to stop he wouldn't."

"That's still no excuse."

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help it."

Yet again, my mom sighed but wasn't as furious with me. "We need to go to the doctor to see if you should be diagnosed again."

"Do we really have to?"

"It doesn't seem like the doctor diagnosed you correctly, or maybe the pills aren't working?"

"We don't have to."

"Just follow me." she walked to her car and I walked to mine.

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"Are you ready?" The new doctor questioned before revealing new information.

My mom nervously nodded, "Yes sir."

"Harry Styles has been previously diagnosed with depression, post traumatic stress disorder, and bipolar disorder. He's been on these pills for less than a month correct?"

"Yes sir."

"According to his results on some tests we've given him, and observation on his brain and behavior," the doctor flipped through some pages, "he will continue to take the pills for post traumatic stress disorder only for 2 more weeks. It's not that bad, but he may still become a little cautious or paranoid. It's normal for the recovery."

"Thank god." I let out a breath of air.

"As for your depression, young man, they will stay the same and you will be taking them for a longer period of time. After a couple months, or even years, when you feel happier, then you will need to come by and see if you still need the support or not."

"How will he know when he isn't depressed?"

"He will know."

"Okay."

"Instead of bipolar disorder however, we've altered it to multiple personality disorder. The tr-"

My mom held out her hand to stop the doctor and blinked, "Wait what is that?"