I was sitting in the bathroom stall still during the last period that was when a teacher came in, she wasn't even a teacher she was a "helper" of some sort. So basically she was just a pain in the butt, it wasn't like she even taught anything. But she opened the bathroom door and called in "Ben?" I didn't want to answer, I didn't even like her and I was crying!? I didn't want her to see me. God forbid I have feelings she'd do something stupid like tell me to call home! Why couldn't they understand I just wanted to sit and cry for a bit? She called in again "I know you're in here." she said "Leave me alone" I managed through sobs. She walked in, I couldn't believe it, and this was the boys' bathroom! I got out of the stall hiding my face as I did "What?" I sniffled through my arms.
The staff lady brought me to the counselor, I didn't even want to go but that stupid lady brought me anyways. I sat in the chair in front of the counselor man's desk, he started asking stupid questions like "How are you today?" of course I retorted in the most irritated and sarcastic way possible. I finally dropped my hands from my face "Peachy, I'm having a blast!" I raised my voice even and flailed my arms sarcastically. He squinted at me through his half-moon glasses and wrote something down on his paper, I frowned heavily and crossed my arms over my chest. "How is your home life?" he asked, I was puzzled; the monotone of disinterest in his voice, the sappy sweetness he tried to coat over himself, the pictures of quotes hanging on the dull eggshell white wall. This was all BULLSHIT! I got up and left the room, he didn't even try to stop me. He'd get payed anyways.
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Small hands
Teen FictionFrom the eyes of a boy named Ben with his head in the clouds the first year of high school isn't what he expected. (GRAPHIC NOVEL UNDRAWN)
