"Maxine!" I heard Bret yell.
Oh praise the Lord... Its too early...
"What??" I mumbled with my eyes still completely closed and trying to block out the voices.
"Get your ass out of bed!" Carson chimed in.
"Oh dear God...!!" I screamed tumbling out of my bed and making my way to the bathroom down the hall.
About ten minutes later after getting dressed and all of that jazz I walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning." Brett said at the table.
"Well aren't you actually civilized today??" I said smiling.
"Shut up you retard... nobody likes you." He said.
"Ow ohhh thats harsh." I said.
Bret just glared at me.
"Good morning." Jon said quietly sitting down at the table and taking a sip of his pre-made coffee that was made around 6 this morning.
"Good morning." I sighed looking up at him.
Carson walked down the stairs with our little sister.
"You... " Carson said as he entered the kitchen.
"You." I repeated.
"Appointment at 4:00. " He finished.
"Aw Carson this is soo stupid... and you won't even tell me where I'm going..." I said.
"Get over it kiddo.. Its for your own good." He said.
" No I won't" I said.
"Well you better because the bus is here." Brett said budding in.
"Oh crap." I said running to the counter, grabbing my bag and following Bret out the door.
"Bret... Do you know what this appointment is for??" I asked.
"Carson thinks you're crazy." He said.
"What??" I asked.
"You heard me." He said.
Carson peered out the window and Bret and I stepped on the school bus and made our way to our seats.
Fast Forward To After School At Dr. Green's Office
"So... Maxine..." Dr. Green began.
"What has been going on because your brother has been kind of worried??" He finished.
"I shouldn't even be here." I said.
This sucks ass.. now doesn't it.
"Um... I was recommended from your therapist that couldn't handle your situation.. I think that you know very well that you do." He said.
"What do you even know about me and my problems??" I asked.
"I know more than you think." Dr. Green said quietly.
"What??" I asked.
"I have been filled in." He said.
"Great... just peachy..." I said sighing.
"I will be back... I am going to get your file that was faxed from your therapist's office." Dr. Green said.
"Whatever." I responded coldly rolling my eyes.
The doctor took no offense and walked out the blue painted wood door.
I looked around his office noticing little cracks and imperfections in the ceiling, floor and on his desk across from me.
