Dear Bully, (Brandon Rowland fanfiction)

Note #24

(Jamie's POV)

I walked to class number 202. "Hello, Miss." , I was greeted by Ms. Olive, the counselor.

I waved. "So, you must be Miss Wilders? Am I right?" I nodded. "Okay, so what seems to be the problem here?"

"Problems," I said correcting her. "Ah, I see." , she nodded. She wrote something on a a paper that was in a bright red folder.

"So I am going to ask you some questions and your job is to answer them truthfully. Okay?" "Okay."

"How do you feel right now? Are you sad?" , she asked me. I shook my head. "Depressed?" "No,"

She sighed writing on the paper. "It's more like, broken." , I said looking down. She looked up at me, "What do you like to do when you have free time?" , she said. "Draw,"

"Can you do me a favor?" , she asked getting a white sheet of paper. I nodded. "Draw me a picture of what had caused you to be 'broken' in a way."

I settled the paper in front of me and used the black pen that Ms. Olive gave me. I concentrated hard drawing people and words. I drew so much that Ms. Olive had to get me more paper.

I drew from front and back trying to put so much detail in it. Finally, I was done. Ms. Olive looked at the drawings.

I looked down. "Jamie, don't worry. Everything is going to be just fine. Don't be so hard on yourself." , she patted my shoulder. My eyes widened.

It sounded like she didn't really care. Like if you were to say that you are having problems and needed to get help, but then once you try telling someone, they throw the thoughts away and ignore that you are hurt.

Ms. Olive turned around from her chair putting away my drawing and stuff that she used away. While she was doing that, I saw a pencil sharpener beside her.

I reached for it and snatched it before she could see me. By the time she turned back around to face my ugly face, I quickly put the pencil sharpener in my pocket.

"So, we will meet again tomorrow during lunch. Just promise me one thing..." , the inside of me was rolling my eyes, "Just be happy for what you have. Trust me, there are people in Africa who have a life that is worser then yours."

I wanted to slap her face so bad.

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What a messed up counselor😤✋

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