Mr. Davis is a What?

Chapter One

    I woke up in a rush to get ready for move in day at my new school. I was going to be late for the if I don't hurry. I go over to my chair and grab the clothes I sat out yesterday. I put on a white button down shirt, a black tight skirt, black tights, black high heels, and a red tie. This school had a uniform and it wasn't actually ugly. I didn't mind it at all but we had to wear the uniform on moving day. All my things were packed up into the truck already. I went downstairs and my mom was on her phone.

"Good morning." I say to my mom.

"Good morning, sweetie." She says.

My older brother was at school and my younger sister didn't go to school yet. My brother, Light, was in his Sophomore year in College. My sister, Jess, was 5 years old and would be starting school next year.

I grab a banana and begin to eat it as my mom gets Jess dressed. Once everybody was ready, we all packed into the truck and leave. I put my earbuds in and listened to '1-800 by logic.' I wouldn't normally listen to rap but his music was different. The school I was moving too was for mental illnesses. I was happy to be going to a place where people have the same understanding on how it feels to have a mental illness. They understand you more than people without mental illnesses do and respect you more. My anxiety got to me as I saw the school building right in front of my eyes. My heart started to race as the truck stops. I felt dizzy and it was hard to breathe. I tried to take deep breaths and closed my eyes to try and calm me down. Once I was calm enough I stepped out of the truck and looked around. The house was huge and had 10 windows on the front. Plants were in the front where the porch was and a ramp leading up to the house. I look over to my mom and she walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay, sweetie?" My mom asks me.

"Yeah, just a tad bit nervous." I say.

"It will be great here. I am sure these people will understand you more than the ones at your old school."

"I hope." I say as I take my earbuds out.

We walk up the ramp and a tall man was standing at the porch talking to a tall boy. The tall man was probably our house advisor for the whole year. I start to walk inside of the house and the man's eyes land on me as I go inside the house. My parents grab some of my things and then starts to talk to the advisor.

"What's your daughter's name?" I can hear him say as I watch Jess look in the living room.

"My name is Harley Davenport." I tell him as they walk inside. Our eyes meet and we stay that way for a few seconds. He was very pale with dark blue eyes. His hair was chin length and wavy. I could tell he was skinny but not too skinny. He had bags under his eyes and lips were palish pink.

"Um," he looks down at the sheet, "You will have your own room. It is connected to my room though. We put you in the room because mostly everyone in this house have minor things and your anxiety is frequent. We just want to keep a close eye on you." He tells me as he walks upstairs and I follow him. My parents also follow as they bring boxes up.

We walk into the room and our beds are separated by a curtain. There is a neck across from the end of my end. I have a closet beside my bed and then a book shelf against the wall next to my closet. My parents set the things down and looked around the room. "This is our room. I know it's not really separated, but I hope it's good enough." He says. It had enough space for me.

"This is fine." I tell him and begin to go grab my other things.

My parents left awhile ago and my room was almost done. I laid on my bed and sighed deeply. I sit up as I see the advisor walk in. My books were scattered on my side of the floor and he almost trips on a small stack. He looks down and then looks back up at me and smiles.

"Do you need anything, Harley?" He asks.

"Uh, what's your name?" I ask.

"Court in the house but I have you in class, so whenever we are in class you call me Mr. Davis."

"Okay." I say and get up to the dresser. I get out my pajamas and look over to see if he was on his side. I shut the door. "I'm changing please don't walk in on my side." I say as I begin to undress. I take my bra off and put on a tee shirt. I then put on my shorts.

"Are you done?" He asks.

"Yea."

"Okay, good because we need to talk." He says as he opens the curtain so we could see each other. I sit on my bed and he sits on his bed. "What makes you calm?"

"Um, thinking about a good memory, counting, closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, and comfort."

"Comfort, how?"

"My mom would always come into my bed and hug me until I fall asleep if I have an anxiety attacks during the night. I sometimes get night terrors too or I will wake up from a nightmare. The nightmares are frequent but not the night terrors."

"Oh okay, do you feel like your getting better?" He asks.

"Not really." I yawn.

"Well we will work together so you do get better."

"Thank you for caring." I smile.

"It's my job. Plus I do care about all these students."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired."

"Okay, go to sleep then." He says and he turns off the light.

I get into the covers and close my eyes. I slowly fall into a deep sleep after I close my eyes.