Study Buddy: A Chris & Miya Story

Chapter 64

Please keep in mind that she has chronic anger.

Miya

It's kind of weird how I'm actually feeling happy right now. Being that I'm in Mrs. Hall office, therapy I dreaded with a passion, I'm usually always in a mood. But today there isn't much to talk about, I'm just updating her with my life.

We consulted over communication strategies. In my opinion, I know how to communicate better nowadays. And having a slight talk with her made me realize I only get frustrated when I'm nervous or scared. I hate the way my mind is set up, because an everyday conversation sometimes causes my nerves to rise.

Although, lately I've been calm. I haven't been nervous or scared, or even worked up. With an exception of the day Chris fought David. At least I got some of my words out, and we kind of talked it out. That's a step for me.

Also, one of the main issues that weighed heavy on my chest cleared up. My mom being able to work on her own, and provide for herself gave me a sense of relief.

"I think subconsciously, that's what was really bothering me." I tell her.

She nods. "Well, now that that's clearing up, you think that communicating is the only thing you have to work on?"

I pause and think for a moment. "I mean I haven't had any serious lash outs, so I assume communicating is it."

"Okay, well... Since we've discussed that already. My advice would be if you want to speak up, speak up. Don't listen to the doubtful voice in the back of your head." She says. "And look someone in the eye while you're talking, it helps you think faster and makes you cautiously approach them with your choice of words."

I take in what she said, and repeat the words in my head.

I leave her office, to wander off into the waiting room. Today's session really felt efficient, and refreshing. I have a seat on the chair and look at my phone just in time to see Dad replied to my message, letting me know he's on his way.

The minute I slide my phone to unlock it and call interrupts me. I lowly gasp in excitement and answer immediately.

"Kaden!" I coo into the phone. "I miss you."

"Yes girl, me too. I miss—that fabric is ugly, don't play yourself." He snarls to someone in the background. "Anyway Miya how are you? It's been awhile."

I laugh, already knowing he was talking to one of his models. I really do miss following him around and the tiny glimpse into the fashion orientation. "I know..." I drag out, leaning back in the chair. "I didn't send you my prom dress, did I?"

I feel regretful because I did promise him that I would update him about prom. I also did say I would keep in touch with him and Jordan, and that didn't work out well. I couldn't keep in touch with Jordan though, because he's a boy (and kind of cute) and I can't deal with that...

"No, you better send it after we get off the phone!" He says.

I chuckle. I miss spring break vacation so much, and him. He's like my best friend from the east side. "Will do, but what's up?" I queried. I love talks with Kaden, because he's the type to put you in a good mood within a second... I just want to know why he called.

"I wanted to share good news with you, so you know my vision right?" He questions and I hum in response. "I'm signing a deal with this big time investor, well I might... I'm still figuring out who to choose from."

"That's great, you're going to be global soon." I encourage. I hope he does get what he wants in the future; he's so hardworking and loving, not to forget charismatic. He knows how to sell his business.