Perfect

Chapter Thirty Three: If I could, I'd give her the moon

"If you can't live up to your expectations, lower them."

- Unknown

Dedicated to Biahliar who has just turned 18!!! Love you georgious girl!

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Chapter Thirty Three: If I could, I'd give her the moon

I rode the bus to school.

Firstly, having not actually been to college in almost three weeks, and then being driven everywhere I needed to go by Danny, it felt a little strange to tag onto the bus and try to find an empty seat. I'd also never had teenage girls snap photos with of me on their phones and ask if I could sign their pencil cases.

When I got to school, I met up with Taylor who crushed me in a massive up as soon as she could reach me.

"Tay. . ." I wheezed. "I can't breath!" Quicker than lighting, she let me go, stepping back and looking sheepish.

"Sorry." She said as we began to walk towards campus. "I just haven't seen you in ages! I did see you on national tv though! That was quite the weekend huh?" I shrugged, turned to the right to avoide getting knocked out by a bunch of football players chucking a football up and down the hallway.

"It was ok." I said. "I mean, it's not really great when your grandmother dies and your boyfriend decides to turn it into national news that you forgot to text him your very whereabouts every second of the day." Taylor turned her head towards me.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Yeah." I said, kicking a small stone across the floor. "Why?"

"Because you just went completely cave man on the fact that Jayden was worried about you. You're dating a world famous film star Spencer! It's not exactly going to be a walk in the park." I signed, running a hand over my face.

"Yeah I know." I said. "I've just had a rough few days. Sorry Tay. Maybe I'll be a bit better after some art." Taylor gave me a quick sideways hug.

"You'll be fine." She said with a grin. "I'll see you later."

"Yep." I said, hugging her back. "Catch you at lunch." I waited until shed vanished into the throng of students before I hiked my shoulder bag higher up onto my shoulder and headed in the direction of the art room. When I got there, the girl I shared a table with, Tammi spotted me and held the door open with her hip.

"Thanks." I said, grabbing it from her.

"No problem." She replied.

"Come one girls!" Called Tammi's girlfriend Alexis. "We haven't got all day."

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"Art therapy is an easier way for people with depression and anxiety to express their feelings." Said Mrs James, walking up and down in front of the room. "Most people with these sorts of mental illness's don't like to talk about their feelings. However, the best way to help someone, is to get them to talk. When that doesn't work, we try to get them to paint their feelings. It's a way of-" a loud ringing noise cut through the room. Mrs James stopped talking. I glanced over my shoulder, trying to spot who was going to be burned for not having their phone on silent.