Group Therapy

Two

Jenna

"Remember to go the group therapy session," says my mother as she pulls into the school parking lot. I get out of the car without saying a word. After the fight we had last night about the group therapy session, I think it would be best if I don't say anything or else we might argue. Which is what we spend all our time doing. I can't remember the last time we went a day without arguing.

As soon as my mom drives away I turn around and see a billion faces I'd rather not see. Saying that I hate everyone at my school is a complete understatement. I honestly wish summer was forever and that I would never have to come to this hell hole some people refer to as school. I tried to convince my mother to let me do online school, but that's kind of hard when you don't have internet. My mother keeps saying she'll pay for it. But that's what she's been saying for a year now and still no internet.

I walk into school and immediately see my one and only friend, Kennedy. She is talking to her art friends. I know none of them so I stay against a couple lockers and watch them. This may sound creepy but it is the only way I can see when they stop talking so that I can talk to her about the only exciting thing about my life. Xander. He is the only person I can trust, other than Kennedy. Even though I don't even know him. I met Xander on an online chat website. I was at the library and was fairly bored and decided to go on the website. Xander was the first to message me. Of course I used my middle name so that nobody stalks me. Xander is a very sweet guy. He likes poetry and baking cupcakes. A guy like this barely comes around. Yesterday he told me that he really likes me. I don't know where he lives or what he looks like. We don't like talking about that. We like to talk about what makes us happy. But that's a very short list for me. Which is also why I'm being forced to go to this stupid therapy session my school has.

Someone interrupts my thoughts by tapping my shoulder. Foster Monroe.

"Excuse me, you're in front of my locker," he says. I am in much shock sense this is the only time Foster Monroe has ever even talked to me. I don't think him asking for a pencil last year in math class counts.

His best friend, Nolan Tate, makes no sign of even noticing that I am even there. I move quietly out if the way. Kennedy's friends walk away from her and she turns around. She sees me and smiles. Kennedy's smile is a very nice smile. I don't remember the last time I smiled.

"Hey girl," says Kennedy giving me a hug and flashing that beauty queen smile. Kennedy is gorgeous and fairly popular. I don't understand why she is friends with me. I am lucky to have her. She always claims that I am very beautiful but I don't see it. I have big blue eyes that turn green when I am sad. Which is almost always. I have freckles and long light brown hair with many split ends. My mother says she could never afford the fancy hair salon.

"Ok I have some news. Xander told me he liked me yesterday."

"I knew it. He sounds like a good guy. He might be a weirdo or a murderer though," says Kennedy.

"Oh and Foster Monroe talked to me just now." Kennedy stops walking.

"Foster Monroe talked to you?" I nod. I have had a crush on Foster Monroe since last year. Kennedy knows this and thinks I am an idiot. That is because Foster Monroe is the kind of guy who sleeps with everyone. Him and his friend Nolan. That's all they do. Foster Monroe has been seen with a different girl almost all the time. But I still seem to like him. I have spent so much time thinking about being with Foster Monroe that I can't imagine dating one else. But then came Xander. Xander is the guy that any girl like me would kill for. I want to meet up with him. But I feel like if I do, everything I know about him will come crashing down. Xander is perfect and maybe that's the issue. No guy can ever be that perfect.