Not Good Enough (On Hold)

3) Assumptions

Abi's POV

I didn't mind volunteering at the youth centre. It was actually quite interesting learning about all the different teens that were sent there for counselling sessions. After all, my brother Kye used to attend similar sessions, and he used to drag me along with him using the excuse of "not knowing anyone there."

They had started off quite boring, but once the sessions started taking off they became a lot more interesting, and I kinda started enjoying them even if they weren't meant for me.

Then one day, Jeany asked if I wanted to start volunteering there which meant I would be attending more sessions.

So now here I was... getting ready to introduce myself to another new group of teens in need of counselling.

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I noticed that all through my 'speech' that hardly any of the teens there were paying attention. Typical.

No one ever listened to me at the first session. But after a few sessions and especially towards the very last sessions, they would all gather around me and act as if we were best friends since tots. Bullshit. It was only because they would realise they had judged me wrong.

I wasn't some snobby girl who likes to flaunt my riches or happiness in their faces. My life was actually a complete opposite to their assumptions.

I went to an average state school along with my 18 year old brother Kye. I grew up in a council house until I was 6, because my mum finally became a doctor and we were able to afford moving into a fairly decent house. I only had one friend until I moved to high school. I didn't mind though; I had known Ryan all my life, literally.

I was born twelve days after him, and my mum and his mum Jeany (who ran the counselling sessions) were good friends with each other - so it was no surprise when they started arranging play dates for the both of us.

Everyone assumed that Ry and I would start seeing each other. But they were wrong. Being friends since childhood made us see each other as family. And there is no way I'd change that. It's kinda icky thinking of Ry like that. He's basically my brother.

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I couldn't wait to get through today's session. Hopefully some of these arseholes will listen to today.

Who am I kidding? I can tell by the looks on their faces they don't want to be here. I don't want to be here today either. It's my cousin's fifth birthday today, and I still need to wrap his presents and get the cake, so I honestly don't have the patience today.

I knew what Jeany had planned for today's session, so I tuned out whilst she explained what she had in mind.

I looked around the room, observing all the different teens that were here. Most of them looked bored, as per usual, but they'd get over it once they figured out that Jeany could help them actually change their lives for the better.

I spotted a fairly tall looking boy with a stylish quiff of mousy, brown hair. His quiff made it seem as if he had just rolled out of bed, rather than looking as if he had actually put some effort into styling it into looking like bed-hair. The boy was sat slouched in his chair with his head tipped back, not even attempting to look as if he was listening. On either side of him were two other boys, who I assume are his friends, also sat slouched in their chairs, but at least they were looking at Jeany rather than ignoring her.

"Hayden! Are you even going to pay attention?" Jeany suddenly snapped. For such a small lady who looked all happy go lucky, she could be downright scary when she wanted to be. Ry and I had plenty of encounters with scary Jeany when we were younger.