As I walked towards the big green building, I became nervous. That tickling in the pit of my stomach normally reserved for big occasions or events was suddenly there. I stopped at the beginning of the entry sidewalk taking in the odd shape the the puke colored building, wondering why anybody would paint a building the color of puke when I hear one of the glass doors being opened.
I looked where the sound was coming from only to find boy with shaggy dirty-blonde hair, about a quarter of a foot taller then myself, wearing khakis falling just below his knees and a sky blue shirt bringing out his toned body, looking like a kid who I would find surfing at the beach down the street. It isn't that hard to go surfing around here, considering I live in Surfside Beach, South Carolina, right on the ocean. He appeared about the age of my older sister,19, Lauren. As he started walking towards me I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was standing there awkwardly, and began to walk towards the building closer to where he was. As we pass one another we make eye contact, but I don't smile. My life isn't that happy.
When I finally reach the building I pull one of the two glass doors and entered. It wasn't what I was expecting. I thought that it would look kinda like a doctors office, but it didn't have that looks or feel at all. The lobby had a really homey feel to it. There was a chocolate brown couch facing a fireplace against the wall along with two Lazy-boy recliners to match the couch. In the corner, next to the receptionist desk was a table where you could make all sorts of warm beverages for any age. It didn't look anything like a Psychiatrists center that you see on T.V., well, then again this wasn't ANY Psychiatrists office. It was Dr. Barton Psychiatrist office, the best Psychiatrists around, or so they say.
I walked up to the receptionists desk and stop at the end of it and take a good look at her. She is about in her late 20s, wearing a black dress that is slimming on her matching her hair, which is styled into a fishtale braid down her back. When she feels my presence she looks up at me with her deep brown eyes.
"State your name and time of appointment" she mutters silently.
" Fiona Paris Lewis, 3:45" I whisper back. She looks down at her computer checking to make sure that I am here at the correct time, then nods at me.
"Dr. Barton will be out as soon as she can" she informs me.
I nod back, and go take a seat on one of the Lazy-boys facing the fireplace. I usually am working now at Purple Cow Ice-Cream Shoppe, but Doug the owner, started giving me the hours I had with school last year. School starts in a week, so he thought it would be a nice break from work leaving me time get in the loop of things before school starts again for my last year at Surfside High.
I was sitting in the Lazy-boy for about 5 minutes when I heard my name being called down the hallway, I turned my head to see who was calling my name, and found that the blame is on a petite older lady, looking about in her early 40s with soft blonde waves running down her back.
I stood up and started walking towards her at a slower pace, cautious of meeting new people. When I finally reached to where she was standing in the hallway behind the receptionist desk in front of a glass door. The glass door had a whitish tint to it and wasn't transparent like the ones that I had opened earlier. The name "Dr. Barton" was engraved on the door in black paint, so I could only assume that was the lady before me. My assumptions were proven correct when she smiled, stuck out her hand to be shook, and announced "Hello, I am Dr. Barton. I will be your Psychiatrist".
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Hello!I have decided to try to write this again. I know I didn't get very far the first time (try one chapter lol) but we'll see what happens this time. I have went over and made a few changes and hope that you guys like them. As always thanks for all the support, and I will try my hardest to make it more than one chapter this time lol
Much love,
Nelle
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Fiona's Tale
Novela JuvenilFiona is just trying to get through life in one piece. She doesn't ask for any attention, she just wants to blend in with the crowd until she is old enough to finally leave. Her mother, concerned that she is too shy, makes her start going to the the...