Bad things happen to good people

No

Today was the day.

The night before, I had been up thinking and worrying. Mostly coming up with lies to tell.

If I am having problems from what happened, I thought, Which, I'm pretty sure I'm not, I'll deal with it myself. I don't need anyone.

As the bus pulled up to the school, I took a deep breath. The counselor had scheduled our meetings every other day during second period and had replaced my study hall with it. My Mom had told me this was very gracious of him, as he doesn't usually meet up with students this often.

Lucky me.
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The bell rang loudly, telling my math class that it was time to pack up.

"Everybody, don't forget your homework!" The teacher practically yelled, although nobody heard her over the chatter. "Lesson seven!"

I packed up and left the classroom, heading to my locker. It was time for a forty-minute session with the counselor.

Forty whole minutes? I thought to myself, only now truly realizing how long that was. I'd rather choke to death.

When I got to the counselor's office, the counselor was waiting in the waiting room. He looked at me as I stepped into the room.

"Ah, there you are," He said, standing up and flashing me a smile. "I was about t call the office to call you here."

It was true; I had stalled a little bit. Taking longer at my locker, getting water, stopping at the bathroom. All for only 6 minutes wasted. Part of me wanted to hide in the bathroom, but I knew it wouldn't end well.

"So, come have a seat in my office and we can have a little chat." The counselor said, pulling the door closed behind him as we walked into his little office. I didn't like having the door closed. It made me feel trapped. "You can sit in the same spot you did yesterday."

I sat.

He sat.

There was an awkward silence, like he wanted me to say something.

I didn't say anything.