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Distance

Chapter 32: Distance

Kimora's POV

"Hi my name is Caroline and I will be the group leader during our time here!" Caroline clapped, her ponytail swinging. Her smile was so wide it had to be fake.

I looked around at the people surrounding me. There was a Brittney Spears wannabe, a Marilyn Manson, some k-pop looking junkie, a girl who should lay off the pizza and start eating some damn salads, a guy who looked like Dexter from Dexters Laboratory, and finally another guy who needed to learn the definition of a shower.

What a lovely group we were.

Caroline clapped again, the sound grating on my nerves. "So let's all go around in a circle and say our names and why we're here! We'll start with you." She pointed at Britney Spears.

"My name is Ashley and I'm here because I'm a kleptomaniac," she grinned at us proudly.

Marilyn Manson went next. "My name has no meaning," he paused. "So you can just call me darkness. And I'm here because I think life is pointless. We should all just kill ourselves."

The room went silent. I could tell Caroline was straining to keep her smile in place.

Clearly he needed to be in a mental ward, not a group program.

The k-pop girl cleared her throat. "I'm Lucy and I'm here because my parents think my obsession with k-pop is unhealthy. But it's totally not! I mean k-pop is totally kawaii right?" She threw up a peace sign and grinned at us.

"My name is Ramona," said the pizza girl, "and I'm here because my parents think I have an eating disorder."

"Shouldn't you be at like, a psychiatrist?" Ashley asked.

Ramona scratched her stomach. "I guess, I don't really know. I just like to eat."

"Ok lovely, moving on," Caroline clapped.

"My-my n-name is C-cody," Dexter stuttered. "A-and I'm h-here b-b-because my p-parents t-t-think I'm a-anti-s-social."

I resisted the urge to slam my head against the wall. He was going to piss me off, badly.

"My name is Rad and I don't even know why I'm here," the guy who looked like he didn't take a shower spoke.

"You don't know why you're here?" Caroline tilted her head.

"Nope," he shook his head vigorously.

Caroline squinted at him. "Are you stoned?"

He blinked. "Uhhhh no?"

Forget a program, these people all CLEARY needed Jesus.

She rubbed her temples and turned to me. "Alright, your turn."

Everyone looked at me. I rolled my eyes. "My name is Kimora and I'm here because my parents are fucking idiots and if I didn't come they threatened to send me to rehab."

Again the room went silent and I slumped down in my seat. I wish I was high like Rad.

"Alrighty!" Caroline's fake smile came back on. "How about a little get to know you game!"

"I thought we already did that?" I questioned.

"No we didn't," she said tightly with her smile in place. "Those were introductions. This is a game. And in this game we say one thing we like and dislike."

"I like food," Ramona piped up.

"Yeah we can tell," Ashley snapped. "Maybe you should learn to like vegetables and exercising too."