I've Got You

Chapter 9

Tuesday, 22nd Feb

When you enter Miss Marks' room there are four things that instantly catch your eye.

1. Her couch.

Her couch is a bright yellow two seater with different, miss-matched pillows. It's the kind of couch you'd expect in your grandmother's living room; cozy, comfortable and colourful. All it's missing is a granny square blanket.

2. Her fidget toys.

Her fidget toys lie in a ceramic fruit bowl on the coffee table that's in front of the couch. There are snake puzzles, pop-its, marble mazes, fidget cubes, fidget spinners and this purple, spikey rubber circle.

3. It's cleanliness.

The place is always spotless, top to bottom. There is never one pillow, file or pen out of place.

4. Her files.

Miss Marks is no minimalist. Her student files sit in a long wall holder, a different coloured file for each letter in the alphabet. And, as to be expected of Marks, they are in colour order (#ally?).

From what I've gathered, she usually invites you in, grabs your file from its place, and you begin the session.

Just before, however, when I knocked on the door, Marks was a little flustered. She apologised for her state, muttering something about having to meet with Mr Creed, and that she would be back in a moment.

I had just left from biology, so I don't mind missing out on more class time.

I walk into the room and sit on the canary couch to wait her return. I lean forward to grab one of the snake puzzles.

I pause.

My hand hovers over the bowl but my focus is no longer on the toys.

A light green file sits closed on the opposite side of the coffee table.

Before I can stop myself from invading their privacy, my eyes show me the name written at the top.

~Wanda Maximoff~

Wanda? Why would she be going to the school councillor? Maybe it's required because she's still pretty new here? Yeah, that's probably it.

I hope she's okay though... She'd tell me otherwise though, right?

Right.

Probably...

Maybe...

This past week has flown by, though. I always seem to catch myself thinking about her, even when I'm with her. Especially now, after last Saturday.

After she helped me leave my house.

After she spent the whole afternoon with me at the park, listening to my worries.

After she let me sob for ages into her arms, as she held me tightly close to her chest.

Wanda has infiltrated my every thought and feeling.