"Dr. Enklfir, you seem frustrated." And for good reason.
For the past ten minutes, this woman has been trying to get some sort of reaction from me - anger, sadness, nervousness, happiness, anything really. However, I refuse to cooperate with her methods, keeping my calm, dryly sarcastic facade. Her faces makes a sort of Young-Lady-Don't-Say-Another-Word expression, and even I know when to shut my sorta big mouth. "Oh, I'm fine, Lilly. What I want to know is, what are YOU feeling? You have to tell me. I don't know how, but I just can't seem to get anywhere with you. You just... Like a cyborg or something. You don't show me any emotions. I smirk slyly, knowing full well that I am angering her. That is really the whole point of this little I-Am-Annoyingly-Calm charade. If she won't let me out of therapy when I use calm, I'll just have to frustrate my way out. "I... *Sigh*. Lilly, I think we're done for today. You can leave now. I get out of my seat, twist the knob on the door, and walk out the room. My mom stands up, ready to leave, and I follow her to her truck. "How was your first session?" I smile knowingly. "Oh, it was just great, really." She seems happy as she starts up the car and drives out of the parking lot. "How does four cheese garlic pasta and cherry pie sound tonight?" "That sounds great! Let's stop by the grocery." We both smile lightly as Mom continues to drive down the road.
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The End of the World for Lillian Brown
Fiction généraleLillian 'Lilly' Brown is not your average teen. She bottles up her feelings so that she can avoid her rare "rage periods", and tries to ignore the haters, bullies, and mean girls. But when she finally cracks after holding in her anger at the world f...
