SOTC: Swish — Mike Stud
Danielle sat in the less than comfortable waiting chair within Miss Morrell's office. Ever since her best friend was murdered, the doctor prescribed a weekly session with the guidance counselor at her school, trying to work through the inevitable truth that her best friend was never coming back.
She practically jumped from her own skin as Annie Argent, Stiles Stilinski, and Lydia Martin busted through the office door and inside of the small room. Danielle raised a skeptical eyebrow as Annie asked, "Are you here for Ms. Morrell?"
Danielle scoffed, "No, I thought this was gym class."
Lydia looked at the girl with annoyed glare, stating, "Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny..."
Annie rolled her eyes at Lydia's attitude and persisted, "Do you know where she is?"
"If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes," Danielle sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the distant wall. "So how about you three back out the door and wait your turn?"
Annie shook her head, "We're not here for a session."
Danielle shrugged, "Well, I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on."
Stiles, who was waiting silently behind Annie and Lydia, observed the girl for a minute before declaring, "Hey, wait, wait. You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend."
Annie looked over at Lydia, whispering, "Who's Heather?"
"She was murdered by Jennifer," Lydia nodded.
Danielle closed her eyes. They really needed to work on their whispering. She corrected Stiles, "I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week," she waved a sloppy hand at Morrell's desk.
Lydia eyes lit up as she asked, "Hold on, did you say Ms. Morrell's 20 minutes late?"
Danielle sighed, nodding her head, "And I don't know why either. She's always on time."
Lydia turned slightly to her friends and confirmed, "I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late."
Stiles tucked in his lip, tapping one foot on the floor, "Then she's not late. She's missing..."
Lydia sucked in a sharp breath, "What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?"
Annie swallowed, thinking of finding both her brother and her uncle, beaten and bloodied, dead because of some cold bitch that wanted them dead for her own power. She looked over at Morrell's desk before nodding, "Then I want to know what she knows..."
Annie walked around the desk and took a seat in Miss Morrell's chair, spinning herself to the small cabinet within her desk. She pulled it open, shocked to find the thing unlocked, and went to look for her file. Every counselor holds files for students, but also one for themselves to track their daily thoughts. It's like crack to a junkie.
Lydia gasped, "What are you doing?" she quickly looked at Danielle, who seemed utterly confused but watched Annie with a curious eye.
Annie continued to search through the files, "Trying to find her file."
Danielle stood to her feet, finally realizing what Annie was doing, "Those files are private!"
Annie scoffed a laugh, "Dude, shut up."
"She's kind of right," Lydia sighed, looking back at Danielle.
Annie saw Lydia's name and grabbed the file, holding it out to her as she continued to search, "That one's yours..."

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