I walk into English and what is written on the board hits me hard and makes me think.
"If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would it be?"
We have the entire class period to come up with something for this. Ms. Castillo said if they say something worth reading, she'll put them up in the hallway.
...
After almost the entire class hour of thinking, I have finally thought of the perfect thing:
An alien wrapped in human skin, just an outsider looking in.
As I hand my paper to Ms. Castillo, she reads it. The look on her face confuses me. She looks proud, but concerned.
"Landon, the teachers have all been talking and we're worried about you. You've been acting different lately, so I scheduled you a meeting with the school counselor after school today. You can just talk with her about what's going on in your life. I think it'll be good for you. After the bell rings, go straight there. Now go sit down."
The counselor? Am I really acting that different? Whatever.
*bell rings*
"Alright class, you're dismissed. See y'all tomorrow!"
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I run to the counselor's office so nobody sees me go in. There's a sign on the door that reads, "Stressed? Depressed? Come talk to me!"
A blonde lady sits behind the desk. The room has all sorts of posters that make the room inviting.
"Have a seat Landon, the woman says smiling, "We have much to discuss."
