Now There's Drama

1st trip to the counselors

Christie's first trip to the counselor was during the beginning of Year 9. She sat rigidly in the chair. A glass of water sat next to her on the table with a box of tissues. A wicker bin was placed under the glass table. 

"Christie why don't you tell me about yourself?" the counselor asked. 

Christie refused to look her in the eye. "I'm in Year 9 and I like most of my subjects," she said. 

"Would you like to tell me why you're here?" the counselor asked. 

"Mum and the school are worried about me," she said sourly. 

"Why would that be Christie?"

"I don't sleep and I take long showers," she said. She paused for a second and swallowed. "Look I don't want to be here and you're only here to make money off middle class rich kids who need CBT therapy for problems with their friends. I'll save your time I've tried CBT and it doesn't work."

"You've been to a psychologist before?"

Christie sat back in her chair and looked at the woman pick at the lint on her skirt. She gripped onto the arms of her chair. She didn't need to be there and the lady's incessant questions made her twitch. The counselor picked at the lint on her skirt again.  

"You have an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder too, you keep picking at the lint on your skirt and straightening out your blouse. Your boyfriend has just dumped you which might exacerbate the OCD. There was a ripped up picture of the two of you, covered by multiple used tissues. I got here early and no had come in and out of your office so the snotty tissues are yours," Christie said. 

Before the counselor could react the door of her office door opened. Another counselor entered the room. "I'm going for coffee did you want anything?" he asked.

"I'm fine thank you," Christie's counselor said. 

He nodded and closed the door. Christie held up a hand to stop the woman from speaking.

"You two are having an affair. We are closest to the waiting room and no other doors were opened or knocked on. The walls are thin. The hand he had around the door had a tan line on the ring finger where a wedding ring would go and was holding something in his other hand."

Christie stood up and edged towards the door. She straightened her shoulders and walked out of it. As the counselor took a deep breath, Christie poked her head from behind the door. 

"I won't be coming back. You'll get you money via electronic transfer."  

A/N: Tell me what you think. Disclaimer I have a lot of respect for counselors and psychologists but Christie doesn't a lot of things in this book are not my opinion so please address my characters if you have an issue :) Please vote and comment in really makes my day.

-Carice