Confinements of the Mind

Day 1

They filed in like inmates in prison.
Tiny plastic chairs sat in a neat circle, the large swivel chair obviously for Mr.Quinn.
She sat down in the farthest purple chair away from Mr.Quinn and the other inmate.
The room was absolutely despicable; worthless inspirational posters decorated the confinements like wallpaper, and the small slivers of actual wall were an ugly dull grey, and matched the rest of the room perfectly.
It was cold, freezing and she was glad her thick sweatshirt provided the much-needed warmth. There was a dusty table in the back and similar to the room probably hadn't been used in a few years.
Mr.Quinn sat down, smiling with too much enthusiasm and rubbed his hands in excitement.
"Hello, ladies! How are we today?"
"I'm... I'm fine, and you, Mr.Quinn?" This girl grinned nervously and refused to make eye contact.
"I'm great, Hasna." He turned to her next. "And you haven't told me about your day, Sade. How was it?"
Mr.Quinn seemed genuine, but she didn't believe it.
"Why should I tell you when you're going to disregard this information and answer a question Hasna already asked?"
His gleaming expression didn't falter. "I was just curious, there's no need to get angry."
She rolled her eyes. "Alright. I'm okay, I guess."
"Just okay?"
"Yes."

He started with some exercises, none of the physical kind, thank God.
"Would you like to introduce yourself first, Sade?"
"Not really."
"Come on! Don't be shy!"
It didn't really have to do with the fact that she was shy, it was more over the lines that she didn't want to.
"Do you want me to go first?"
"Yeah, please."
Mr.Quinn stood up, hands tucked into black-slack pockets.
"My name is Dante Quinn, I'm 42, and my favourite colour is blue." He sat back down, staring intently at Sade.
"See? It's not so hard. Just say your name, your age, and a fact about yourself."
She sighed, hunched over with forearms resting heavy on her knees.
"I'm Sade Ra-"
"Stand up, be confident!"
Reluctantly she stood up, gazing blankly at the poster-stricken wall.
"I'm Sade Ray Lewis, I'm sixteen and a half, and I'm from Diego Martin, Trinidad."
Sade dropped back down into her seat, albeit roughly which caused the area below to scuff slightly.
"Very good, I'm proud of you for doing it."
How proud can someone be if you barely speak two sentences? It was beyond her.
"Hasna, you may go."
Hasna nodded and stood up with fingers anxiously grabbing the fabric of her green skirt. Her breathing was loud and deep.
"I'm Hasna Amari, I'm fifteen, and my favourite colour is orange." Her eyesight never left the ground, even when she took her seat.
"Fantastic job! You did awesome."
"Thank you, Mr.Quinn."