Damn, this section is so spread out.
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"H-how?" My voice is shaky, but who would blame me? If a random stranger was talking to you, then after a few minutes, he recounts you whole life story, your voice would be shaky to.
"Well, to start things off, the way you were reacted when that boy handed you the car told me that you were scared of them. You're obviously parent-less, which would mean they were killed in a crash. You look like you have been here a long time by the way you walk around and treat the other kids. I can see a slight scar just above your collar bone, which was the result of the glass from the window breaking apart. Your head hit the back of the seat ever so slightly, though just enough to give you a very mild concussion. You have a very American accent, which explains its self. Your records said you were 14, but just by the way you act, you are much more mature than people your age. If you had any close friends, then they would have been out there in the foyer to wish you luck. Also, most children are adopted pretty quickly, which makes the whole friend thing a great deal more difficult then it already is." His face scrunched up at the friend, as if he didn't like it. "You have multiple articles of blue on, your whole attitude and personality just tells me you like punk rock music, and you have pencil smudged on your fingers." He said really fast. This man obviously knew what he was talking about. But he didn't explain the one thing that I wanted him to.
"H-how did you know that I have... you know..." I trail off, not able to utter the word.
"Depression?" He asks, his eyebrows raised just a bit. I nodded. I had never told anyone about my depression. Not in any of the three years I had stayed here. How did this stranger who knew me for a little more than three minutes know the darkest secret of my being?
A/N
Ugh! I know I suck at updating (and writing fanfics). School is in full swing again, and it's starting to stress me out quite a bit. Please be patient with my bullshit!
Anyway, like, comment, follow, vote, all that good stuff. Check out my other fanfic. It's a humanized proper and improper grammar ship fic. I suck at updating with that too, though. ;-;
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