The Tale of Archer and Sawyer

Chapter 02 | | I Hate School | | Archer

© Copyright 2014 Kailey Alexandra Marie

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Therapy was stupid and pointless. I had no clue why Mark and Anna wanted me to go to some stupid therapy if they believed I was normal. Yeah, that was exactly what they told me a month ago when I showed up on their front door step. "You're normal," they told me, but it wasn't like I actually believed them. I wasn't – couldn't be normal if they believed I needed to see a therapist three times a week. A dumb, stupid, idiotic—

"Archer," Dr. Angelou said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I didn't look at her like she expected me to. I already knew every inch of that stupid face of hers. I've counted every wrinkle on her white face – a total of ten of them – and knew that she dyed that hideous blonde hair of hers. I also knew she had brown eyes that always held some kind of hatred toward me and thin lips that were always coated in red lipstick. Personally, I think the lipstick just made her look older and sort of like a whore. The low cut brown top wasn't really helping her case either, but I guess that was just a matter of opinion.

"Yeah, Doctor?" I asked her, picking at my nails. Reminder: Don't let Brooklyn paint your nails again.

"We've been sitting here in silence for the past twenty minutes, Archer." the doctor said, pursing her lips. She was tapping her foot, and it was starting to get on my nerves. If she was going to tap, the least she could do was not wear heels. Then, I wouldn't have to hear the click, click, clicking. "Why don't you tell me about school today?"

"I didn't hit someone if that's what you're trying to get at," I told her, smirking at the memory. It was his fault for trying to touch me. Shit, I thought, that sounded a lot like what Sawyer would say, and I winced.

"I actually wasn't going to mention that," Dr. Angelou said, making me wince. Again. I just had to open my big mouth. No wonder Sawyer never talked. At least, she didn't get into much trouble then unlike me. "I was going to ask if you made any progress with your studies. I talked to your teachers, and they said you refuse to do any work but have perfect test scores. Care to explain that?"

"I hate school," was my brilliant response. "It's just something Mark and Ana make me do to try and be normal." I scoffed. "If they actually believed I was normal, they wouldn't of sent me here."

"You are normal, Archer," Dr. Angelou said. "Being here has nothing to do with you not being normal."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Doctor." I looked over at the digital clock on the stand a few feet from me. It read 3:22pm, and I sighed. I had another twenty-three minutes before I was allowed to leave. Sometimes I really hated Ana for booking a forty-five minute session. Why couldn't I have a half-hour one like Ana's son, Steven?

"What's your relationship with Mark and Ana's children?" Dr. Angelou asked after a total of five minutes of silence. I still had eighteen minutes. Crap.

"May doesn't live with the Lewis family anymore, Doctor," I told her. "I did get her room after all."

"Right," the woman said, making some kind of note on that little yellow pad of hers. "What about their son? Steven isn't it?"

"Yeah, his name is Steven. You should know that. He comes here too after all." I rolled my eyes. She was purposely asking if I knew Steven's name. I really hated Ana and Mark right then.

"Do you know why he comes here, Archer?"

I snorted. "No, I don't, Doctor, and I don't really care. Steven is two years older than me. He keeps out of my way, and I keep out of his."

Dr. Angelou wrote something down in that damn yellow pad of hers again. "What about the youngest Lewis child? Analeigh?"

I shrugged. "Analeigh's nice, I guess. A little bossy but nice."