I can't believe that I agreed to go to group.
"They are going to make you into a manikin. You know that right?" Alice teased.
"Please not now. Not why I am in there. If I seem like everyone else they will let me go." I murmured under my breath.
As I sat down I noticed that everyone was staring at me. If it weren't for what felt like a thousand eyes staring at me I would have gotten up and left.
"Welcome back everyone! Glad to see that many of you are stick with it even through rough times!" Mr. Henderson gleamed. "As you can see we have someone new joining us today. Why don't you tell us a little about yourself Sara?"
"I'd really rather not..." I said nervously.
As some of the group rolled their eyes and scoffed at me. One of the boys sitting to the right of me whispered that he knows how I feel.
"Why don't you just tell us your favorite color or one of your hobbies so some of us that have important things to talk about can get our turn?" the girl across from me spitted at me.
"Amber that is no way to talk to someone! Especially someone new!" Mr. Henderson exclaimed.
Shit I thought she looked familiar. Amber is the stereotypical preppy cheerleader that you pummel you done if you are any less than her.
"Sara?" someone trying to get my attention said.
"HUH!"
"What is your favorite color and hobby?" it was the boy next to me.
"I don't have a favorite color and the only hobby I have is writing."
After I finally answered the group went around introducing themselves and talked a little who they are and why they are here. By the end of group share Mr. Henderson had us brake off into smaller group to work on school work. No one seemed to want me in there group until the boy that sat next to me asked if I wanted to work with him.
"Sure..."
"Okay cool... I'm James in case you couldn't remember."
"Thanks. There are so many people here."
"Yeah that's why after we all share something we break into smaller groups. He claims that interacting with people that are going through similar things will help... not that I would know..." he explained walking me to an empty table.
We worked in groups for about an hour and a half. For most of that James and I sat talking about what classes we are taking. To my surprise we have almost every class together. After we worked some on our English assignment he asked what I like writing and asked if he could see some of it.
"I really don't share what I write."
"Okay. Maybe you could write something for me to read?"
"Maybe..."
