Speechless (Jarry Fanfic) [slow updates]

Chapter 9 - "Our ugly daughter is here"

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~ Jade

Johnno was suspended for a few weeks, which would mean I didn't have to worry about getting beaten to a pulp anytime soon.

Mrs Wick is contantly checking on me though. She comes into the middle of class, and asks how I'm going. I smile and nod. Ever since I punched Johnno I feel refreshed. In a weird way.

Dr Richards emailed her to tell her not to worry about it too much. I'm secretly praising her now. I had another appointment with her today, I didn't really mind going though. I had seen her cry, which means that I can make my therapist crack. My bloody therapist. Who is meant to be sorting our your problems, not discussing theirs.

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Dr Richards smoothed out her skirt, glancing at me every few moments. I crossed my fingers together, and leaned my chin on top. My elbows proping up my hands. I sat across from her for the whole session, we didn't say anything, we just stared into blank space and watched as the minutes tick down to the end.

"You can go," she said, swiverling on her chair to face her desk, her back turned to me. I walked up to her desk and sofly touched her on the shoulder. She looked up at me with gentle eyes. I gave her a firm nod before walking out into the waiting room.

I reached my mum, and stood in front of her while she finished her article.

"How was it?" she asked, squinting up at me, because of the bright lights in the reception.

I shrugged in response. I mean, I didn't really do anything.

"Come on then," she said, pushing herself off the chair, cracking her elbows in the process. She walked in front of me to the car.

"Do you wanna go home or... to the movies?" she asked, excitment sparkling in her eyes.

I mouthed movies to her. Her face fell a little, at the fact that I didnt verbally say it to her, but it passed.

The cinema was packed. Some kids from school were probably here, but I tried not to let that bother me. Several people were staring at me face. I undid my hair out of the pony tail it was in and tried to cover my face up a little more. I chanted in my head what Harry had said to me, "They just look at anything they haven't seen before and once they see it, they move on. They're a bunch of sheep."

I looked at the selection of movies. The Silver Linings Playbook, The Smurfs 2, The Hobbit, or The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. (A/N: I know these movies weren't realesed at the same time)

My eyes lit up when I saw the Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I pointed at the movie. My mum squealed in delight. Yes. She squealed.

She bought our tickets, we skipped our way to the right theatre, and found our way to our seats.

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We made our way out of the cinema, finding our way back to our car. When we arrived at our car, I noticed something sticky to the window. I carefully pealed it off the window, not wanting to leave marks. My dad would go on a bender if he saw any damage to it. I scanned my eyes over the note.