"So, Maya, we're going to try something new. Something fun!" She taps her click-y pen on her pearly white's. "Well are you going to tell me what we are gonna do or ya jus' gonna make me guess?" My sarcasm is on point today! "Ok, " Clap. "We are doing a little thing I would like to call 'self diagnosis', it is a trial period where I let you tell me what you thing you should do and what you think is, per say, wrong with you."
Great.
"Okay." 6:34
6:35.
I stand up. "Night miss Hanacc." I sigh as i sling my backpack onto my shoulder.
"Have a good last day of school hun."
"Yup!" Emphasizing the 'p', to make a litle "pop" noise.
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Self diagnosis
Teen FictionOh god. THERAPY. What does this word mean to me? I Don't Know...?
