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I walk down the quiet halls of my apartment complex. The walls are decorated with the resident's artwork including some of my own pieces. The hallway is lit by a dim light that is always flashing on and off. Its 7am and I am going to work because I don't have any classes on Fridays.
"Oh hello Adeline." My elderly neighbour asks.
"Morning Mrs Montgomery, How are you?" I ask politely.
"I'm good thank you, how is your sister is she doing well?" Mrs Montgomery has some form of dementia so she has probably forgotten about what happened to my sister.
"She is up in heaven, so I hope she is doing well." I say with a weak smile.
"Oh dear I'm sorry love, well I will pray for her my dear."
"Thank you Mrs Montgomery, sorry I would love to chat but I better get going bye." I say kindly and walk off.
"See you later Adeline." She waves, Oh she is such a nice lady but she can speak for sure, I bet she could spend hours talking about her latest pot plant.

"I got you a coffee Adeline just in case you didn't get your shot of caffeine already." Becca says handing me a hot cup.
"Thanks Becca." Becca is the administrator here. Basically she is an assistant to my mother.
"No Problem I think you have to talk to a few teenagers about depression and anxiety privately than you're done. That's what Mrs C said." I check the piece of paper and go into one of the private offices which is basically mine. Where I talk to kids on how they can help There anxiety and depression. I don't diagnose them or anything I'm just that girl who is also a teen (I'm nineteen) that can help them or if they need someone to talk to. If anything serious come up I write it in my notes for my mum to check out.

I like my office hear it's painted a bright blue with quotes all over the wall there is a nice white couch and a desk with a computer. I sit at my desk waiting for a client to be sent in by Becca. I sit there scrolling through my phone until I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in." I call, a beautiful teenage girl around fifth teen walks in shyly.
"Hi I'm Sophie."
"Hey Sophia I'm Adeline, but you can call me Addy. Now you can take a seat on the couch and we can start talking. You can tell me anything it's just us two and I totally understand what you're going through." I say in my professional nice voice. The girl sits down and immediately starts pouring out her feeling. I love how I get to help them out, I love I get to be the shoulder I never got to cry on.

I have talked to four people today and I am well and truly ready to go home. You would be surprised how tiring it is to talk to teenagers all day. I pack up my laptop and notebook. As I am about to leave someone comes walking through the door.
"Sorry but I can't see you today, I'm about to leave what about tomorrow." I say not even looking up, but when I do I see Evan with Kelly.
"Oh hey guys do you need anything?" I say swinging my bag onto my shoulder.
"Well we are having dinner tonight maybe you could drop in." He says and Kelly comes running at me.
"Please come Addy Mummy is making chicken pie tonight." She says hugging my leg.
"Yes I will be there Kelly now I need to go home and get ready for dinner tonight." I hug her good bye.

I walk down the stairs to the underground parking. As I am halfway down the stairs my phone start going off. I try to get it out of my pocket. I finally get it out when I run into someone. I fall down the stairs and land on my wrist. Oh my god I am in so much pain.

"Oh my god I am so sorry are you okay?" A guy runs down to help me, I assume it was him who I ran into.
"I don't know, sorry I'm so clumsy." I say sitting on the step.
"Here let me see what happened." He says, He crouches down to my level. And hands me my now smashed phone, why am I such a klutz seriously I need to work on that.
"Oh you have scraped your knees let me help you out, does anything else hurt."
"My wrist just kills." I say all of a sudden becoming shy.
"You probably sprained it, What about I drive you home." He says kindly, He looks about my age.
"But I don't even know you."
"Oh yeah I'm Luke and you are Adeline, nice name." He says.
"How do you know my name? Are you some kind of stalker?" I question him quickly, my shyness being overtaken by fear.
"Well you sort of have a name tag, no I'm not a stalker I'm the idiot that ran into you." He says helping me up.
"So can I drive you home?"
"Sure, you can drive my car if you want."
"Yeah that sounds good I took the bus here." We walk to my car which is thankfully only a few metres away. And for the first time ever I sit In the passenger seat not the drivers.
"You better not crash the car Luke." I say strictly.
"Its okay I can drive." He assures me and drives me home as I give him the directions.
I lead him to my apartment.
"Thanks but you can go if you want." I say to him.
"No I can I come in I will help fix up your knees and wrist." Oh I forgot about that, I look down at my knees to see them covered in blood. And my wrist is swollen with a cut on the inside of my hand.
I let him inside and go towards the kitchen where the first aid is.
"Okay go up on the bench." I try to sit on the bench but it's pretty hard when you have a sprained wrist.
"Here let me help you." He picks me up and sits me on the bench as if I was a six year old who has fallen off their bike. He gets a tissue and starts wiping my cuts. I look at him he has beautiful chocolate brown hair and blue eyes like the ocean. His figure was slightly muscly. He was very tall.

"Now this might sting." He says when he grabs the cut disinfectant.
"Ahhhh Sh*t." Okay I was not expecting that.
"Oh did I hurt you?" He asks.
"No its fine look." I say as he sticks the Band-Aids on my knees. He gets an icepack for my wrist and we sit there in silence.
"Thank you so much Luke." I thank him.
"No problem Adeline, I guess I better go now."
"Okay well thank you." I give him a hug and he left. Well I wonder if I will ever see him again.


Ooooo Who is Luke will we see him again who know? Well I do. 


Bye Beautiful People I hope you enjoyed the chapter I'm so sorry if there are typos.


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