Notes from therapy
Tom: I remember it like it was yesterday, my palms were sweaty-
Ava: knees weak, arms are heavy
[Mark gives Avalyn a stern look, and motion Tom to continue]
Tom: Anyway,I was about eight. I remember begging my mom for the truck but, she said No. So...I took it. I liked the adrenaline rush so much, I kept stealing. I-i- I couldn't stop.
Mark: thank you for sharing, Tom.
Ava: I didn't think you could- wait why are you writing down what I say?
[Matt(myself) gives no answer]
Ava: Why are you- stop that!
[Matt(myself) doesn't stop]
[Ava breaks pencil]
Mark: sessions over.
A/n- this is a pointless chapter it doesn't even go with the storyline but oh WhAle
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Avalyn the Great
Teen Fictiona story about the inappropriate, sarcastic, witty, not caring, procrastinating, cherry loving, Avalyn the great. -oh and there's a boy too.
