Our Circle

Therapy Circle

Dedicated to Parfume for the amazing cover to the other side.

•Chapter One•
•Therapy Circle One•
•Skye•

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. I'm so stupid." I scolded myself aloud. "I should just crawl into a hole and die." I muttered as I walked down the hall. She only asked me to pick up her pen and I just sat there ignoring her. I feel like shit. How am I going to be able to face her again. I don't even know her name. I should apologize. "Why do I have to be so stupid?" I whined aloud. "And now what have I done?" I'm being expelled, I haven't actually done anything, "Well except ignore a girl who couldn't reach her pen. God, I'm such a—" My mouth snapped shut when I reached the guidance counselor's office.

I hesitantly reached towards the door knob. "Just go in already." I told myself. Just as I pushed the door open the bell rang, signaling the start of lunch. "I'm missing lunch today." I groaned. Even if I managed to get out of here before the end of lunch, the lines are far too long to actually get any food in time. "I'm going to starve." I declared, pushing open the door at last. I walked up to the lady sitting at a desk looking over her computer screen. "Umm . . ." I spoke up, clearing my throat a little. "I was called down here?"

"Miss Gracie's office is over there." The lady pointed to a door behind her without looking away from her computer.

I sighed and slowly walked in. Miss Gracie, the new guidance counselor this year, sat at her desk with quite a few other kids in the room. I was slightly confused as I walked in more, shutting the door behind me. I hadn't realized that I wasn't the only one called down, but not that I think about it there were a few other names rattled off along with my own. I'd been to concerned about that girl's pen to actually be paying attention. The teacher was actually who told me to go down to see Miss Gracie.

"Oh Skye, it's nice to meet you. I'm Miss Gracie, the new guidance counselor." Miss Gracie reached over her desk to shake my hand. I took it reluctantly with a small smile and a nod. "Okay, so you guys aren't in trouble, promise." She giggled to herself. "Theo and Roman, right? Come here. I want you to push my desk up against the wall." Miss Gracie got up and let the two more built guys push her desk up against the wall, crushing her chair in the process.

One of the guys had black spiked hair and the other had dark brown hair. I hadn't had a chance to see their faces yet, but I had feeling they weren't ugly. Having such silky, touchable hair like that and being ugly is not how the world functions. Guys with great hair are usually hot and probably gay. I cast my eyes down to avoid looking at the other kids in the room and instead found staring at my feet to be more interesting. The carpet was a ratty, old, faded purple with odd speckles here and there. "What an ugly carpet." I muttered to myself.

"Okay, everyone, lets drop our bags over there." Miss Gracie pointed to the wall her desk was pushed up against. The group of us shuffled over and dropped our bags. I could feel the tension pulsing in the air. We were all confused as to why we were here. I couldn't tell if we had done something wrong or not. Nobody was really acting guilty, but then it didn't make sense to why we were here. "Come on guys, no need to be shy. I just want you all to sit in a circle on the carpet." Miss Gracie plopped down on the ratty purple carpet with her legs crossed. She patted the spots beside her motioning for us to follow suit.

A lanky boy with dark auburn hair plopped down next to her and we all soon followed. I sat across from Miss Gracie in our messed up oval of a circle. Miss Gracie was a short women who could be no older than thirty, though she seemed younger. She has short brown hair that did nothing to complement her chubby, round face. And honestly, she shouldn't have worn that pencil skirt. I felt like crap. I sat next to a girl with straight red hair that looked like she was minutes away from bursting into tears. Her brown eyes were watery and her bottom lip trembled. To my other side sat one of the guys who moved the desk. The one with the spiked black hair and as I predicted, he was good looking. Beautiful even. With a strong jaw line and tanned skin he was totally swoon worthy.