Just My Boring Life Story

I walk into into the psychologist office, I don't understand why I even have to do this. It's so stupid, the councilor will just say I'm going through a hormonal phase and that its normal for teens to be antisocial and she will be fine just give her space blah blah blah. I can hear him step, I listen closely these will be the footsteps of the man I will most likely despise of most in my life. Well except for one male I can think of.

All I can remind myself of right now is how funny it was when mum had to actually look me in the eye and tell me to not be a smart ass and to not be rude to him he is just doing his job. Well he better be very good at it or I'm about to make it extremely difficult for him.

'Have a seat Bianca and we will get started'

'Okay'

'I want you to think of me as a friend, does that sound easy for you to do?'

I was waiting for him to say that, they always do and then they go on about how everything I say is private between just me and him and that if he thinks I'm in any sort of danger that he will find away to help me get through it.

'You should understand everything that is said in this room is confidential, but if I feel you are in danger then I will help you in any way I can'

And there it is, anything this guy has to say I have heard it all before. I suppose I should probably say something to distract him from continuing the usual whatever you have to say I am hear to listen speech.

'Umm so how long will these sessions go for and how long till I can leave?'

He is actually smiling, since when did these people show emotions and I know he's only amused because I was doing what my mum told me not to do and that was being sarcastic.

'Bianca I know you don't want to be talking to me or any psychologist for that matter and you are only here because your mother is worried about you and is forcing you to attend'

Well I found an adult that actually understands, but I guess he is just saying what I want to hear and he knows it was working but not now that I've caught on to what he is trying to do.

'Don't worry you only have to suffer another half an hour'

'Arggh let the suffering begin'

'Hasn't it already?'

I can't believe it. Maybe this guy would understand what I'm going through, but then again maybe he wouldn't and I would become just another sob story he has to listen to before he gets paid.

'So what do we do the rest of this session?'

'What ever you want. I think I might have cards somewhere, care to play a round or two?'

'I'm not really into card games they frustrate me'

I shouldn't have said that he will probably write that down and keep it on record and use it against me for the rest of my life.

'That's a shame the only game I'm good at and you won't even give it a try'

Well he didn't write it on a piece of paper but he probably took a mental note that I get frustrated with petty games.

'Well it seems I will have to devote many sessions getting you to try playing just one simple game of cards'

'I guess it could have been worse'

'Oh really? How so?'

'You could have asked me to verse you in monopoly'

'Now that is a game that has ruined more friendships than cards'