Just Another Day

Chapter 1: Therapy is Shit

The smell of mentally fucked up teenagers. How comforting. I never thought I'd be in one of these incredibly insane groups full of messed up youths. I proved myself wrong.

Today is a Wednesday, meaning, a two hour group therapy session. Two hours that I could spend studying, drawing, or just thinking about the damn future. But no, since I have anxiety, society has forced me into this cycle of crazy.

I'm sitting in a red velvety chair, so are the other six patients. We would all stare at each other waiting for Mrs. Wilson to accompany us. (Mrs. Wilson is our therapist.) This is the part I despise because it's like a seven-some, if that's a thing. It's about as comfortable as seeing someone kick a puppy by accident while simultaneously tipping an elderly woman out of her wheelchair. Get it? Good.

"Hello my wonderful patients!!" Mrs. Wilson coos.

She's always in an uplifting and heart-warming attitude. Gag me with a spoon.

"Last time we left off, Jeremiah was telling us about his bullying situation," her fingers wrapped around the side of her glasses, Mrs. Wilson was probably in her late forties, and she smiled at Jeremiah.

"Would you like to continue? Or update us?" Her smile was plastic. If I wanted to just be smiled at I could've bought Malibu Barbie and stared at it for two fucking hours.

Now this boy Jeremiah, he's kind of, annoying? Yeah, annoying. His voice is about the same pitch as a chipmunk being ran over by a steam engine train.

"Well, I was in the boys locker room, getting ready for track, and well, the N-Nate guy," He stutters while talking about his bully, he is the victim after all, I wouldn't blame him, " s-so I was bending down to get a drink and, h-he pantsed me."

Mrs. Wilson being a clueless old hag looked at him like he had ten heads.

I would speak up," So they basically pulled your pants down exposing your... jewels?" I cringe. Never again will I relate jewels to genitalia.

Mrs. Wilson gasped, like all the older ladies do when they understand what a "hip" "new" slang-term means, " Oh my lord, what happened? Was this Nate boy punished?"

"He got suspended for a day, F-fucking f-fucktard always g-getting out of h-his b-bullshit."

Okay, I know this is suppose to be sad, like, aw poor Jeremiah. His ding-a-ling was exposed to the whole locker room. But that stutter, come on. It's okay, I held back a laugh too.

Wilson cleared her throat, noticing the accidental snorts of the other patients, obviously there were more laughs then sympathetic glances. She clapped her hands,"ENOUGH! WE ARE HERE TO SUPPORT AND LISTEN, NOW GIVE JEREMIAH SOME OF YOUR OPINIONS!"

I hated this part too, It's basically saying "Give your opinions so that other people can give their opposite opinions and then we'll just start debating. And in the end Jeremiah will still have no fucking clue on what to do."

Alyssa, basically your generic cheerleader, speaks up, "Did you tell your parents? Or ask to speak with the principal."

She was chewing some Tootie-Fruity bubble gum, and you could hear the disgusting sound of her saliva moving around and inside of the gum. Why the fuck am I here? Oh yeah, my whole family is dead.

Jeremiah was probably mesmerized by Alyssa's long blonde hair and full eyelashes, she was also wearing a crop top allowing everyone to unwillingly see that she was definitely cold. (Hint: her nipples were as hard as rocks.)

"Y-Yeah I-I sh-should d-do that." If Jeremiah wasn't as black as the night sky, he'd be blushing.

Mrs. Wilson claps, "Good job Alyssa, very good input."