Little Do You Know

VII: Group Therapy

  "One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory." –Rita Mae Brown.

Above is a picture of Clifford James who is played by Cole Mohr.

Luther

Law and Order. Those two words had always rung through my head like a buzzing bee. Sure, I didn't respect or follow a lot of the stated laws and had committed plenty of unlawful crimes, but deep down, I was always interested in law. Perhaps it was my aching need to set things straight and gain the justice my people and I deserved. Or perhaps, law just intrigued me.

If I were to be honest, I'd say plenty of the given laws are full of shit and nowhere near helpful. But there was no denying the fact that without laws, the world would be full of chaos.

Law had always come to my appeal and to be honest, I couldn't say I ever regretted choosing it as my profession in Moonrae Academy.

When I'd first entered the classroom everyone looked at me incredulously, as though they never would've thought that I would ever set a foot into that classroom.

And obviously, I'd done what I usually did and glared at them, long before taking my seat and silently revisiting my memory on what I'd known about Law and Order.

When the teacher had come in followed by the annoying girl with the weird name, Endellion, I wasn't pleased in the slightest. That girl was extremely irritating and I honestly did not want to be judged by anyone I knew, especially not by a blonde chick with attitude problems.

She was laughing with the teacher and it was kind of weird how close she'd been with her. The teacher looked young, perhaps in her thirties? And had blonde hair and brown eyes. There are was a weird resemblance between the two. It was weird, but it was there.

I'd decided to ignore my delusional thoughts and continued revising orders.

Endellion went to sit down and the teacher began speaking.

"I heard there's a new student today..." She looked into the attendees' paper "Luther Axton."

Her eyes scanned the classroom and finally fell on me. She grinned, "Welcome Luther." I gave her a nod, and slumped back into my chair, matching her bright stare with a monotonous one. "We're very pleased to have you here and will gladly help you with anything you need. Here," she handed me a huge book, that had 'LAW AND ORDER' written on it in bold, capital letters, "this is the book that would be used for all three terms, please don't lose it because you will not be given another one." She cleared her throat and straightened her posture, "I'm Mrs. Rooth and I'll be your Law and Order teacher for the rest of the school year. I hope you enjoy your time here."

Sighing, I nodded in an uninterested manner.

And then the lesson went on. It was fun; we started with order 20, number 1.

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"UGH!" I slumped down onto my bed, groaning. It was currently 5:30PM and I was exhausted. I'd just finished the load of homework we were given because of all the shit we'd missed out on.

And no, I never would've done it- at least not until I was threatened with expulsion if I didn't do it.

So there I was, finished with all the crap and about to go to fucking group therapy in twenty minutes.

All I wanted right now was to nap. I was extremely fatigued and worn out.

"Yo, bro," Matt slumped on top of me, "get your ass up we're going to class in a bit."