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Allie

Allie's POV:

I've been sitting in this stupid room waiting for "therapy" to start. How dumb we're sitting in a square. Why a square?

I hate squares.

I also hate the nightmares I have. Okay well I guess I have to stay then, the door opens I look up from my lap.

Michael. I used to sit behind him in biology.

Wait. . . He has a sleeping disorder? He always seemed like a punk in high school. Always skipping class and showing up late. I couldn't imagine him having any kind of

trouble sleeping.

Michael walked over and sat in a chair across the square from me. I just look back down at my lap, twiddling my thumbs.

The door opens again causing me to look up again. It's my therapist.

"Hey guys lets get things started shall we." My therapist's name is Barb, she's really a nice lady. She has on a brown fuzzy jacket and some blue jeans. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail and black rimmed glasses covering her eyes.

"Let's all introduce ourselves, and say why you are here. Some of your therapists and consolers may have told you about this, so if you don't know me I'm Barb." She takes the empty seat over by Michael. Barb tells the girl next to her that's sitting on the floor.

"I'm Abby, I'm here for insomnia."Then the next boy with really pretty blue eyes starts, "I'm Jake, sleeping apnea."

"I'm Bryan, also insomnia." One of the kids who had chosen to sit on the floor.

The next person is Michael.

"Hi, I'm Michael and reoccurring nightmares." He mumbles looking at the ground. Five names and disorders later it's my turn.

"Um I'm Allie, like Michael I nightmares." Five more people after that and all I can tell is everyone here looks extremely tired.

Considering, we're all here because we can't sleep.

A.N.

Sorry these updates suck. I don't know if I like the longer things where it's their POV.